“Want to see mine?” Candy asked, and
without waiting for an answer, she flipped up her skirt and pulled down her
underwear to expose her bare pussy. Jane followed her example, giggling as she
grabbed Chris’s hand and placed it on her. “You can feel me there.”
The three children touched one
another, exclaiming at how different girls were from boys. Chris stroked both
soft little pussies until the girls moaned and squirmed. Candy returned the favor
by rubbing his penis until he began to shake.
“Oh...I’m going to....” Cum shot from
Chris’s penis onto Janie’s knee and she shrieked and scooted back.
She jumped up and ran crying to Mr.
Fischer. “Daddy, that boy’s nasty!”
But Candy felt sorry for the little
boy. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “It’s all right. You didn’t do
anything wrong.” She tucked his spent cock back in his pants and pulled up his
zipper.
Daddy Bob broke the tense moment by
announcing it was time for cake and ice cream. Candy pulled up her pants and
went to the table to await her treat. As she and the other children ate their
desert, their child personas slipped and they talked a little about what had
led them to their lifestyle.
“I’m an air traffic controller,” Chris
said. “I don’t need to tell you how stressful that is. But when I come home to
Stan at night, I can put it all out of my head and just be his little boy. I’ve
lived in dom/sub situations before and some of them were okay, but I didn’t
know what I was missing until I found my Daddy.”
“Exactly,” Jane agreed. “I figured
everyone went around feeling a little lost and empty, that it was just part of
being human. But my Daddy makes me so happy I’ve stopped taking Prozac.”
Candy thought about her relationship
with Bob, still so fledgling. She wasn’t completely certain of how deep her
role went. Maybe it made a difference if a person maintained a job outside the
house like these two did. “I’m enjoying the 24/7 thing so far,” she told the
others, “but it’s a lot to adjust to. Sometimes I don’t know who or what I am
any more.”
Jane patted her arm. “You’ll find your
way. Just trust in your instincts and in your Daddy. If you work together on
this and communicate, you’ll be all right.”
When the meal was over, the three
resumed their play, working on a block city in the middle of the living room
floor. Jane acted out again, pushing Chris and knocking over the building he
was working on. Candy understood why. The girl wanted her Daddy to punish her
while everyone watched. Jane got her wish. Mr. Fischer called her over to him
and bent her over his knee. He bared her bottom and spanked her hard enough to
make her cry.
Watching Janie’s humiliation, made
Candy so hot her pussy throbbed. Chris’s tickling of her clit earlier had
relieved some of the pressure, but now she wanted to sit astride her Daddy’s
cock and ride him hard. She was ready for the guests to leave. She went over to
Daddy Bob and leaned against his leg, patting his thigh to get his attention.
“Are you getting ready for a nap?” he
asked. It was their signal to end the party if she’d had enough.
Candy nodded.
He tugged lightly on her pigtail. “All
right, sweetie. We’ll wrap this up.”
Daddy Bob passed out the party gifts,
and the children eagerly opened them. Each received a beautifully illustrated
picture book about age playing Daddies and their charges. The words describing
the unique relationship were poetic, and the story ended with a statement about
rejecting shame and feeling pride in the close, special relationship. Candy was
so moved tears stung her eyes.
She closed the book and looked up at
her Daddy, who gazed lovingly back at her. Everything would be all right. She
would adjust to her new life and let the old one slip away.
Chapter Five
Watching Candy explore sex with her little
friends brought back to Bob the desire to see her with other men. He was still
very conflicted about it. She was his little girl. He wanted to keep her for
himself alone. Yet at the same time he had an overpowering urge to watch her
interact with others. Finally he decided the only way to get past this stew of
emotions was to let such a scenario play out.
He brought it up to her one evening as
she lay across his lap watching a movie. Bob tickled her bottom with his finger
until she giggled and turned toward him. “Are you tired of this movie, Daddy?
Do you want to play a game?”
“I want to talk to you.”
“What?” She sat up, her doe-eyes wide.
“Have I done something wrong?”
“No, not at all. I’d like to find out
how you feel about something. About doing something.”
“Anything you want. You know that.”
“We haven’t discussed parameters as
far as multiple partners. I’m thinking of something a little more intense than
the play time with your friends we had the other day.”
“Oh yeah?” Her grin was not that of a
little girl. Her eyelids lowered and she tilted her head. “Tell me what you
want.”
“I thought I might have a few of my
friends over. Maybe set up a scene where they’re frat boys and...”
“...I’m the school slut. I get it.
God—er, I mean, golly, it gets my nipples hard just saying it. I’ve fantasized
about a gang bang but I don’t know what it will really be like.”
“If you don’t like it, we can stop any
time. I promise. You’re my girl. I wouldn’t let any harm come to you. I just
want to...see you like that, surrounded by all those guys, all those cocks.”
She swallowed. He noticed her nipples
pebbling the smocked front of her nightgown. “I’d like to see that, too. I only
want to make sure you won’t regret it later, start thinking of me in a
different way. Maybe you’ll see me as a slut and not your little girl any
more.”
He shook his head. “Not going to
happen”
From agreement to scheduling the play
party was only a matter of a week. Bob called some friends back in Tallahassee and invited them up for a visit. They dropped whatever other plans they may
have had to come see him and meet his new girlfriend.
Bob was in a state of semi-arousal for
days. All of his regular play with Candy, while still stimulating, seemed like
foreplay leading to the event. He fantasized about her servicing his buddies
until it detracted from his work. Then he focused and forced the enticing
images from his mind.
It was good to see Dennis, Miguel and
Frank again. Bob had chosen these old friends because he wanted to make certain
they were men he knew very well and not some he’d only recently met in the
local clubs. They caught him up on other friends and what was happening in the Florida scene. They didn’t all come from Tallahassee but lived near enough that they’d been
part of the BDSM crowd there. The men discussed changing partners, jobs and
lives and then they got down to the point of the gathering, talking about the
scenario and what would happen.
“I don’t want her hurt or
uncomfortable. If she signals to stop, then it ends immediately,” he warned.
“We get it, Bob. We’re not novices,”
Miguel said.
“He’s just being protective of his
little baby.” Frank smiled. “Must be true love at last.”
The dig irritated him. He doubted
Frank would recognize love if it jumped up and bit him in the ass, but that’s
the way Frank was.
Bob went to get Candy from her room.
She leaned against pillows on the bed in her school uniform, looking at a
fashion magazine, but he guessed her nonchalant pose was for show. Her eyes
told him she was nervous.
“Any time you want to quit, baby, you
let me know,” he reminded her. “I’ll introduce you to the guys. We’ll hang out
for a while and then go into the scene.”
“Sure thing. I’m ready.” She was
already adopting a bit of the teenage attitude she wore whenever she put on the
outfit. She walked beside him with a bounce in her step, snapping her gum.
He was so proud to be her dom as he
saw the expressions on his friends’ faces. Candy was adorable, as cute as a
button and sexy as hell in this get up, and she was all his. He’d chosen to
share her today, but could stop the scene any time he chose. Having that kind
of power was a big ego boost. Easy to let it go to your head.
After he’d introduced his friends, he
went to pour fresh drinks and let Candy chat with them. She appeared much more
relaxed by the time he brought the tray of drinks around. She was sitting near
Miguel, laughing at something he’d said.
Mine. My girl
. The primitive voice clamored inside
Bob and for a moment, he forgot why in the hell he was doing this. It no longer
seemed like a good idea to share at all.
He sat apart from the others, watching
and listening as Candy slipped easily into her waitress persona and made small
talk with the guys. Small talk drifted into the realm of flirting and in a
short while, without any direction from him, the flirting crossed the threshold
of a scene. Candy became the teen schoolgirl who’d gone to a college party and
stayed long after the other girls had gone home. The drinking grew heavier and
the innuendo in their chatting, more broad.
Frank was the first to cross the line
and touch Candy, slipping an arm around her and fondling her tit through her
blouse. “Why don’t you take your blazer off, sweetheart? School’s over.” He
helped her out of her jacket.
“You don’t have a bra on, do you?”
Dennis commented, his eyes trained on the dark circles of her aureoles, clearly
visible through the white cotton blouse.
Candy put a hand to her mouth in a
parody of surprise. “Oops! Must have forgotten today.”
Miguel pressed against her other side
on the couch. He slid his hand up her front, casually loosening buttons on the
way. He slipped his hand inside and copped a feel. “Nice little titties you
got, girl.”
Candy giggled and pushed her chest
out. “Little is right.”
“That’s cool with me. More than a
handful is too much,” he said.
Dennis knelt in front of her and
offered her another drink. Bob had permitted alcohol for this one night, both
to help her relax and to add to the illusion of the frat party scene.
“You eighteen yet?” Dennis asked. “You
don’t look like it.”
“Hell, she’s only fourteen,” Frank
said. “She’s in my little sister’s class in high school.”
“Teenage pussy spells trouble. Maybe
we shouldn’t,” Dennis cautioned.
“Shut up. She’s willing and I’m
fucking horny.” Frank pulled Candy’s blouse open, baring her left breast.
Miguel did the same on the right. And then both men descended on her small
tits, sucking the erect brown nipples into their mouths.
Dennis stopped arguing and moved
closer to her knees, running his hands up under the short, pleated skirt. And
in the midst of all the attention, Candy closed her eyes and moaned softly, her
body lifting into their hands and mouths.
Bob was electrified, frozen in his
seat, his eyes riveted on the scene playing out before him. He could join too,
become one of the sex-driven frat boys, but for now he was content to watch,
while they fondled and suckled his girl.
She was beautiful like that, with her
eyes closed and her lips parted--a picture of voluptuous young womanhood.
Dennis had burrowed his head underneath her skirt and from Candy’s gasps it was
clear what he was doing to her.
“You like this, baby, huh?” Miguel’s
voice was a soothing purr as he pinched her nipple between his fingers and
nuzzled into her neck. He covered her mouth with his and stole a kiss without
stopping his restless plucking of her nipple.
Frank pulled off her other breast with
a wet pop. “Fuck this. My cock’s about to burst.” He rose, unfastened his jeans
and flipped out his cock, hard and ready for action.
Candy’s eyes opened wide as she stared
at the cock only inches from her face. “What do you think I’m gonna do with
that?”
“Suck it.”
“No way. What kind of a girl do you
think I am?” She managed to sound indignant even while Miguel was twisting her
tit and Dennis was foraging under her skirt.
“The kind who likes to get felt up but
doesn’t want to put out,” Frank said. “Here I’ll make it easy for you.” He
picked up a glass of whiskey and dipped his cock in the amber liquid before
holding it out to her again. “You like to drink. Suck off the whiskey.”
Her doe-eyes widened and suddenly she
looked every bit the fourteen-year-old who’d gotten in way over her head. “I
don’t know…”
He shoved his cock toward her mouth.
“Suck, bitch.”
Her cherry-red lips rounded to a
circle and she drew his cock into her mouth. Miguel pulled away from kissing
her neck to watch his friend’s cock slowly engulfed in that sweetly pursed
mouth. “Hot.”
He stood and unfastened his own fly,
letting his jeans drop down his lean hips. He picked up Candy’s hand and
wrapped it around his brown cock, guiding her hand up and down its length.
Candy’s gaze darted from one man to the other. She murmured a muffled protest,
but Frank held her head firmly between his hands as he fed her his cock.