Chapter 2 - Have you ever been to Tumblr. There are pictures of everything you could think of there. I always liked the ones of naked girls. Until, one night, I saw my teenaged daughter's picture at one of those sites. Her friends were there too. It might not have been so bad if all it was was the girls, naked.
But there was a guy in some of the pictures. And he wasn't just standing around watching them eat pussy. As they got older, their pajamas got thinner and more like lingerie instead of pajamas. Some outfits consisted of tops and panties It was delightful, except for the fact that Amber joined right in and scampered around in next-to-nothing outfits just like the rest of the girls.
It was at this point that I finally noticed that Alex was still welcome in the gabfests that went on during sleepovers. Of course his attire was a lot more conservative, consisting usually of a pair of running shorts or his swim trunks and a tank top. I reflected on that one night when the whole group - six girls and Alex - crammed themselves into the hot tub, with the radio playing next to them, loud enough that I went out and turned it down.
Another one shushed her in that special way that makes an adult's radar flare. I looked to see one of the girls was topless. She lifted her bikini top up and covered her breasts with it, as if it had somehow just come loose and fallen But my man radar told me it hadn't been accidental, and I perked up instantly. I looked at Alex, who was on the opposite side of the tub from this girl, whose name was Janice. And he was talking to the girl next to him, who happened to be Sybil. His arm was around her.
Well, I should say his left arm was around her. His right arm was around a girl named Amanda. But both hands were lying limply on the edge of the tub, as opposed to actually gripping a girl It looked very innocent and harmless. So I ignored my man radar while Janice put her top back on and tied it up. I stood there for a few seconds and they went on talking, ignoring me.
That same night, when they all came inside, Sybil came up to me, her suit wet and clinging, and obviously not designed for swimming, because her nipples poked right through it. Except for the fact that none of the girls had ever asked me if they could use my shower.
They just did it. And my man radar flared again, and I said "Sure. And she had paid special attention to the towel. It was wrapped firmly in a turban around her hair. Other than that, she was gloriously, wonderfully, beautifully, stark naked.
She stopped, facing me, one leg off to one side with the toe pointing out, and her hand on her hip. I completely forgot I was wearing a pair of running shorts myself.
My book prevented me from seeing what I should have felt happening. Then I did feel it happening. About that time I saw her eyes dip to my groin. I laid the book down and there it was, a six inch tent in my shorts. Cee," said Sybil, calmly. It was the fact that she was that calm that calmed me down. I mean it was obvious she was doing this on purpose. And I had no idea what she actually had in mind, but I was in no hurry to get her to leave this time. I have to go now. You got me all excited.
I got up and followed, sticking my head out the doorway and watching those ass cheeks rise and fall as she walked away. She turned a corner and I heard Alex's bass voice say "Damn, Sybil! It was more like he was surprised she was so casual about being naked. She said something, but it was too low to understand and then I didn't hear anything else.
I should have followed them, as I found out later. It would have been very entertaining. Instead I closed the door and stood there, already masturbating. It took less than a minute before I spurted.
I don't want to make it sound like there were naked teenaged girls running around my bedroom on a regular basis. It wasn't like that at all. Nor were there girls having "accidents" in the hot tub all the time. Over the months and years however, our house became more and more a place where Amber's considerable group of friends spent a lot of time hanging out.
What that means is that it wasn't at all odd for a girl to sleep over. I'm not talking about a group of them, staying up late and tearing up the kitchen and taking showers in my bathroom. That still happened, but no more frequently than before. Rather, it became common for there to be an extra person at the table in the evening, and Amber would casually say "Linda's sleeping over tonight, Daddy.
Most of those nights I couldn't even tell the difference. Amber had a TV in her room, and she and her friend would disappear in there not to be seen until morning. But that wasn't always the case. It was always hardest on me - in more than one way - when the girl who stayed over was Brandi or Sybil. That's because both of them progressed to hugging me whenever they came over. And those were difficult hugs, because whoever was responsible for supplying them with good hugs was falling down on the job.
I knew that because when they hugged me, it was always an intense, very personal hug, with a lot of feeling in it. I'm not talking about a general clench, with some patting on the back here. They gripped me, pressing their tender, young bodies hard to mine, and their hands moved over my back, roaming around like they were searching to see if I was wearing an FBI wire or something.
And their faces would tuck into my neck, and breathe hot breath on me while whatever body wash they used wafted into my nose. Those scents were almost magical, because they entered my nose and went straight to my prick, filling it up to bursting. They knew it too. I knew this because they always pressed their hot, teen loins hard against mine Of course I knew they were flirting with me.
And the pervert in me loved it. But I also knew better than to pursue anything with either of them. I was pretty sure they'd let me get away with copping a feel, but all that would do was get me frustrated, and if that wasn't okay with them, then it could cause real problems.
So, when Brandi or Sybil came over, I spent a lot of time in my room. I always had a good book lying around, and those two girls were responsible for me reading dozens of them. It's important that you know, though, that I also had my own computer in my room, safely passworded so my kids couldn't see what I had on it.
That was critical, because what I had on it were hundreds of pictures of girls and women, culled from various tumblr sites. I used them as masturbation aids.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that with all those luscious young girls running around my house, sometimes in next to nothing, that I had plenty of mental images to call on to beat off to. I did have images of girls running through my brain when they were around. The problem was that one of those images was that of my own daughter, who was just as hot as all the rest of them. So I used my library of tumblr girls to take my perverted mind off my daughter.
I didn't mind imagining fucking Brandi or Sybil. That was no problem, especially since they ground their young pussies against me every time they came over. But I couldn't think of them without thinking of Amber, lying right beside them.
So I spent a lot of time trolling tumblr sites, looking for new additions to add to my sordid collection. It was, in fact, while I was doing just that, that I came upon a picture of Sybil, naked as a jaybird, right there on a tumblr site called g3O66pussy. I stared at Sybil. It was obviously her. She had the fabric of a bikini hanging from her hand, and I recognized that bikini fabric. I'd seen her in that bikini countless times.
She was standing full on to the camera, with her feet shoulder's width apart.