Chapter 51

The next day was Sally's first turn as the honored guest at the meals. Her turn was not nearly as traumatic as Nicole's had been the day before and for that I was thankful. I don't think I could have taken many more days like that one. All that sex and violence...

Not surprisingly, we got a later start than usual that morning, and even for us there was a bit more open affection shown; more touching, more shy smiles, more open, blatant groping. Not by me, but OF me! I would have felt cheap and used if I hadn't enjoyed it so much.

When the two girls came in, freshly scrubbed and lovely as ever, my lovers didn't let up. It seemed I had turned them loose and they were out to keep me as aroused as possible as much of the time as possible. Anything was fair game, including using the nubile bodies of their daughters to tease and taunt me. It was a perverted variation of the 'Look, but don't touch' policy that only my beloved Sally, with her wonderfully twisted mind, could have thought up.

I swore I would make it up to her later ... Well, maybe when I was tired of all the affection. Maybe then. Or not...

Their mischievous plan became evident when Nicole stood up from her place at the table, moved behind Simone and folded back her vest on the left side, fully baring her ripening teenage breast. Her nipple wasn't erect but it didn't stay long in that relaxed state. From her position behind Simone, Nicole bent and whispered into her ear. At first, Simone shook her head in silent protest but then, blushing deeply, the three of us watched in fascination as her hand stole slowly upwards to cup and caress her own young breast. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed, she touched herself gently to arousal. With the teen's nipple fully engorged, Nicole then took a glass of ice water from the table and, with Sally, Janey and I watching intently, she carefully poured a tiny dollop of water onto the upper slope of that youthful mound. Simone was not the only one around the table to gasp.

As if by design, that lucky drop rolled slowly down the now heaving flesh of the gasping girl and, as had the one the day before, clung tantalizingly trembling on the tip of the turgid nipple.

Sally, with a clearly defiant grin back at me, took Nicole up on her unspoken dare. She broke the rules exactly as Nicole had the day before, leaning forward and seductively capturing the droplet on her own tongue, all without touching the girl's nipple. She then transferred the savory nectar to my mouth. I kissed her deeply in return.

At the end of Sally's kiss, when she was re-seated, Simone started to pull her vest back in place covering up her chest. I stopped her. "No, leave it. I think I like it that way," I said, grinning at her.

She blushed even more furiously but obediently left her breast bared to my gaze. As I had with the other three at the breakfast meal, I turned the focus of my attentions to Sally.

As we melted comfortably into our time together, the others forgotten, I let her know over our link how pleased I was with how well our 'family' was coming together. I let her know I knew it was her doing, that the easy way we coexisted was due primarily to her skill at keeping the peace. I didn't know you could blush over the link but she did. She was not used to such honest praise. I don't recall what we did or where we went together after that but it was a joy just to be with her. The other three women carefully minded their own business, not wanting to repeat yesterday's activities and all three were very prompt when it came for their turn for Head time that day.

Simone didn't hesitate to participate when her turn at Head time came and she even seemed to enjoy it, relish it. I questioned her carefully beforehand, making sure she knew she didn't have to do it, but she just pecked me on the cheek before engulfing the head of my cock as if to say "Oh, Papa, I'm not a little girl anymore..."

God help me.

That night, Janey was sitting on my right, Nicole across from me and Simone was seated on my left. As she had with Simone, Nicole moved behind Janey after we were all settled. Whether it was planned or not, Janey had a short T-shirt on. Nicole reached down, grabbed the lower hem and slowly pulled the abbreviated shirt up and then completely over Janey's head. The lovely teen was naked from the waist up, her breasts clearly visible above the table. And she was grinning like the cat that had just caught the canary. Yup, a smiling pussy. You've got to love them...

There is something particularly fascinating to men about watching a female disrobe or to be disrobed, voluntarily or otherwise and I am no exception. My breath caught in my throat as Janey's charms were gradually bared to me and, even though I had seen her naked breasts before, I was struck once more by the wonderment of their glorious beauty. It wasn't just Janey's body that did that to me, although hers was particularly spectacular. It was that simple sexy act of uncovering it that made it special. I felt Sally lean into me at my side as she let me know it was OK to appreciate her daughter's beauty. My hand was tangled in her hair and I had no doubt she was reading my raw feelings over our link through that close physical connection.

Instead of water, tonight Nicole had a glass of red wine in her hand. Deftly she poured a small dribble on Janey's chest. Sally moved forward smoothly and caught the small amount of wine as it ran down and dripped off Janey's teat. Sally seemed to take longer tonight to collect the wine, as Nicole kept a steady rain of droplets falling from her nipple. Janey was a little short of breath by the time Sally finally transferred the wine to my mouth.

It was an excellent vintage, even with the unusual decanting.

I expected Janey to put her shirt back on, but she didn't. In fact, apparently I had opened the door for the two girls to openly exhibit their lovely assets at the table during mealtimes. It was really going to put a crimp in eating out in restaurants as a family...

During dinner Janey did an inordinate amount of reaching and stretching, smooshing her breasts together with her upper arms when she laughed and, believe it or not, giggling. She also bounced up and down in her seat excitedly at any little comment. She must have practiced in a mirror all afternoon! Or maybe it was just natural.