Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 19:05:48 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: Park views Part 14 There were now three girls in my life, it was undeniable and the fact that I shared their favours with two other men didn't diminish anything - after all, how the hell could I manage all three at the same time? Inevitably, a close network had developed with the fathers concerned...mischievous minxes were apt to manipulate and they could when united pose a formidable front. The trouble was, either one on her own could drive you crazy with desire...and knew it. Here I was eyeing off little Fiona...she had a new toy to play with - me...only yesterday I'd initiated her into the twilight thrills of sodomy...and she'd loved it. Now her father was here to collect her, followed by my smugly satisfied daughter who without hesitation called "How was it Fiona, did...you manage..to...you know.....?" Carelessly the 11 year old tossed raven locks to briefly expose slender neck and glanced up... "Oh, you mean....did your Dad....well ask him if HE enjoyed it.....we did it often enough!" I nodded as my daughter and the other girl's father glanced at me, and Fiona continued with a naughty giggle "I think your Dad's probably too tired to do anything with you...tonight.." Then with a look at her father "I've had a lovely time Dad...I mean it and...I know you'll want to try it so...there's something new we can do together....can we please Dad? Pretty please?" Weakly the poor man smiled and mumbled his thanks to me, with an arm around my daughter's developing waist, we both waved them goodbye. Regardless of Fiona's gibe, I buried my face in the girl's blond tresses...then carried her in to the couch. As usual the three had been hatching their plots, I noticed it first when I found my girl working on different ways to put her hair "up", but thought little of it - until the penny dropped. A call to Fiona's Dad and "Why yes, funny you should ask...she's been doing some weird stuff with her hair, it's pretty long of course, like your daughter's but...she's somehow managed to pop it into this little beach hat thing, cute...but weird. So, what's up?" I told him of my suspicions and heard him choke. No need to ring Julie's Dad of course, that little miss had already attended to matters...she'd had her hair cut short hadn't she? So, I awaited the inevitable, and it happened "Dad, please Dad, we were wondering, just the three of us...wouldn't it be nice, if all of us, Dads too of course had a picnic...you know, one of those beach things? I mean we girls can do the food - no, not vegemite sandwiches Dad - Dad!! I mean, it'll be something nice....what do you think Dad?" Carefully I asked it "And, which beach - would you have in mind then....?" Without looking at me, in a casual off hand manner it came out "Well, there's that last beach we went to....it was nice there wasn't it Dad?" My suspicions were confirmed, oh God....how to break this to the other fathers? Of course, it was agreed. We didn't stand a chance, instead for the sake of appearances we hummed and hawed a bit, dithered, wavered...then gave in. Here we were, three men with three young boys in tow, the envy of all those already ensconced, and carefully we wandered around...then plonked ourselves down in a reasonably secluded spot, spread towels and mounted umbrellas. Surprisingly perhaps the girls had made a real effort with the food, we gave them full marks accordingly, it had turned out to be a delightful morning and as I quietly digested ... I noticed what was happening...shorts had been divested and then shirts too as three slender boys headed for the water's edge, tantalisingly, all three wore, brief bikini pants. Horrified, all three fathers raced after...this was a gay beach and - visions of eager hordes floated up. We needn't have worried, manners it seemed would prevail, the watchers had noted our arrival and who went with who - no way would anyone interfere, watch, drool maybe...but interfere - never! So, feeling slightly foolish we coaxed our little girls back up the beach as naked from the waist up they flaunted themselves for our inspection. As I walked behind and watched the sway of little bottoms, my looks again and again reverted to Julie...yes, my daughter was probably the most attractive, closely followed by little Fiona, but again, it was Julie, the way she carried herself, her ripe warm promise of joyous fulfilment...and I became hard as I watched the girl. Back under the shade of the umbrellas the scene changed, artfully the girls had positioned themselves, ostensibly those boys in brief bathers had to our eyes at least reverted to lissom little sirens who carefully postured for attention. God, they were so dreadfully attractive and us fathers just looked at one another, somehow the other two made a decision and nodded to me "Let's say...well we know why the little Devils got us here don't we so, what say..you start - with Julie?" Dear God I wanted nothing more, I walked over and knelt before the girl "I suppose the more usual approach would be 'do you want to dance' but there's really only one proposition I can put to a lovely girl like you in a place like this isn't there?" Her eyes glistened and she nodded then reached out. Next she was in my arms, I noticed nothing of what happened with the others just then, gently clinging fingers, a garment eased downward and a body pressed tight...I pulled away, divested my own clothing and clasped her again, her breath was coming in strange little puffs, ever after I would associate these sounds with that moment, face buried between her thighs I thrilled to her taste, and sat back. Stark naked there on that beach I turned the girl over, feverishly applying oil to her cleft and up into her passage, I prepared Julie for the taking as with both hands she held her cheeks apart, she whispered for my ears alone "Now, take me like a boy, you know I'd let you do anything you wanted to me....just enjoy me...don't think of anything else....come in, come in, now...please?" Julie lay beneath me as I eased in....I wanted to push and push just to be sure I could feel every bit of her as I reached up...and I became lost to the world, time froze and the two of us heaved and twisted, we were both calling out, I think...at some stage I came and then felt Julie heave, neither paused, until bewildered, I surfaced....to find all was still, the panting girl beneath making the only sounds. Around us in the shade, happily spent and relaxed, my daughter clung to Fiona's Dad while little Fiona proudly snuggled up to Julie's father, one hopeful hand gently masturbating him. All three girls had been systematically and by the looks of it - repeatedly - buggered in public and as I looked around I was amazed, our nearest neighbour was now no more than 50 yards away, others were nearby - yet no one, no one cast a glance in our direction, we were now a part of the gay scene, we'd suddenly been accepted. Thankfully I placed an arm around Julie's shoulders and drew her close as her Dad quietly remarked.. "We, er, thought you two would set the pace so to speak, you go well together..." while Julie, looked up at me - adoringly.