Im Mels Dad 23 Prep For Bbq

Twenty Three

'Prep for BBQ'

The shower stream pounds the back of my head and rolls down my back.

I look over my shoulder and down at you, squatting behind me, thoroughly wet - we've been in here for a long time - an hour?

Hard to tell.

My palms are against the tiled wall, spread wide.

My legs are spread wider and you are scrubbing my thighs with our luffa mittens.

I close my eyes and turn my face up to the pounding stream.

Your reach around my thighs with both hands and press me back to kiss between my cheeks.

You flip my half-flaccid penis up and let it fall - it stiffens a bit under your prickly ministrations.

I have spent our time here in this state, my dick stiffening and relaxing back to non-turgid, but still quite full.

You love when I am teased like this - and I like it, too.

You clutch my cock with your left hand, clothed in our scouring mitten. You reach between my thighs with your right hand and gently scrub my balls.

My cock stiffens and lightly scours itself in your loose grip.

"NGAaaaaghhh!"

"Are you alright, Dad?"

"Yes, Sweet, I'm fine. I think we're about done here though."

"'Probably right."

You lean forward and part my cheeks with your face, licking my asshole a few times. I press back against you.

You stand, pressing against me the whole way up, dragging your tits up my back.

When you are fully up, your reach around and, press your scrubby hands against my chest, pulling me back in a soaked hug.

I bend down to turn off the water and my ass pushes back against you, knocking you off balance.

"Aaiee!"

You fall against the wall behind you with an echoing thud.

I turn quickly.

"Are you OK?"

We both look surprised, that was not you, not me, that was the punctuated rhythm of Saisha.

"Saisha?"

"Yes. I hope you don't mind. We've been knocking on the door and ringing the bell for like, fifteen minutes. We knew you were home, so we came in."

"No. That's fine. We've been..."

You finish my sentence, "... distracted."

Saisha laughs. "'Distracted.' Is that what you kids are calling it these days?"

We laugh.

I slide the door open to find our small Indian neighbor standing there holding two of our big fluffy, highly-absorbent towels.

I take one and reach it back to you.

I take the other and begin to dry myself.

She watches closely.

She is a beauty, wearing tight tan clam-diggers, and one of Charles' oxford dress shirts. Though 'inhabiting' maybe a better word. He is a large man, she a tiny woman.

Before I have really done more than touch myself with the towel, she steps up and gives me a greeting hug.

My now very stiff cock is trapped between her tits, a very happy prisoner.

Her hands roam over my back and down to my ass. She cups me and pulls me to her more tightly.

I comb my fingers into her straight black hair and hold her head to my chest.

When she pulls away, his shirt is soaked and her elegantly small tits are easily discernable through the clinging, nearly translucent cloth.

I shake my head in wonder and lean down to kiss her open face.

She breaks the long kiss and, stepping around me, she begins toweling you.

I towel myself dry and watch her rubbing your body with the towel.

It is quickly apparent that your hair, lovely as it is, is interfering with her task.

She begins to wrap it up - its length is way beyond her experience.

You take the towel from her and roll and fold and wrap until you are wearing a thick white turban perched on top of your head.

I have seen it before, she has not.

"I like that. You look very good all turbaned up like that."

"Thank you."

While you've been wrapping your hair, she has been watching the play of your tits dancing on your chest as you move your arms, held high.

She reaches now to gently palm your damp mounds. You lean into her ministrations.

I watch, stiffening still. My toweling suspended.

I hear Charles walk in and turn to see him dressed in surf-shorts and a Jimmy Buffet Hawaiian shirt. (Is it a Hawaiian shirt with all those Margaritaville images?)

He looks at me, looks down at my cock and smiles.

He steps to Saisha and reaching around from behind, unbuttons his shirt. He pulls it open to reveal her tiny tits with their piercing nipples.

He squats and pulls down her clam-diggers. She steps out of them delicately.

Delicate.

That is an apt description of the small woman.

An apt description of the way she looks.

But I have known her for a long time and her elegant looks belie her true dominant and firmly insistent nature.

She is definitely in charge when she wants to be.

When she in naked, she turns and embraces you lustily, rubbing her tits on your abs and her face between your tits.

You wrap her head with both hands and hold her there, nestled between your gorgeous mounds.

You look at Charles, look at me, look back at Charles and break from Saisha.

You step to him and begin unbuttoning his shirt. About halfway down you slip your hand inside the colorful cloth and begin stroking his chest. As you reach deeper, your arms are hampered by the shirt and you return to unbuttoning it.

Abandoned by you, she comes over to stand against my left side, her right arm wrapped around my thighs.

I rest my left hand on her left shoulder.

We watch you slide his shirt off his shoulders and pull it down to his elbows - pinning his arms to his side.

You lean in and mouth his nipples.

I lower my hand to toy with her nipples. She wraps her hand around my cock, slowly, gently stroking my stiffness.

You kneel before him and undo the knot in his surfers. You pull them down with your arms and, leaving them around his ankles, take his huge cock into your mouth.

It is a stretch, but you are ready.

For the girth at your lips.

It is way to wide for your throat - at least for now - so you can only take in about 20 centimeters before he hits that barrier.

You hold him there, he does not seem to mind. He rests his hand on your turban and leans back, offering himself to your initiative.

We stand and watch. He begins rocking his hips, thrusting shallowly.

He obviously comes into your mouth and your draw back, lips dragging along his shaft.

When you release him, you stand, wrap your arms around his neck and lift onto your heels to kiss him, long and deep.

Saisha and I look at each other and smile, knowingly.

The two of you swish his come between you.

Charles and I follow as we go down the stairs, admiring the contrasts between your two beautiful bodies.

Both slender, you tall and tan, she short and brown.

Both asses are tight and high, and the muscles working beneath them promise delights.

Her hair, hanging loose half-way down her back, sways along with her ass as she descends the stairs.

Enticing.

Yours, of course, would entice me even more were it draping down over your body, but it is still wrapped up in the towel.

"I spread the word - an open invitation to the whole neighborhood - 'Welcome Back Deidre BBQ'".

"Any response?"

"Well, preacher said he'd come if he don't go fishin'."

We both laugh at that.

You and Saisha look at us as we step into the kitchen.

"What's so funny, Dad?"

"Nothin'."

"Somethin'."

"Preacher."

"What?"

"Never mind it's just stupid."

Charles moves to help Saisha pull out stuff that they brought, different kinds of meat, sauce in Mason jars.

You open the cabinets and pull out stuff we have.

I watch you working in the kitchen naked. Stretching up to the high shelf, bending down to open the base cabinet doors.

You open the refrigerator, which casts its strong light on that side, and deep shadows on the other side of your marvelous body.

A study in light and shadow worthy of Rembrandt.

You snap your head to look at me and startle me. I look to see both Charles and Saisha looking at me.

"What's up?"

"You made a noise, Dad."

"A noise?"

"Yeah, like you were - Oh. I see." You laugh, "You were overcome by my beauty again."

You pose like some swimsuit calendar art out of the '40s, one hand behind your head elbow out and wide, hip turned towards me and cocked, hand on your ass, smiling.

You are SO gorgeous, Sweet.

We all laugh.

Life is good.

I leave you three naked cooks and go up to get dressed.

It took me a while, but I've got the grill well started and am poking at the coals. I should have done this earlier but... distracted.

Charles comes out dressed in that loud shirt and surfers.

He watches me for a while.

"Where's the girls?"

"When I went up to get dressed they were scraping the cutting boards. When I came back down Saish had Mel stretched out face up on that island thing. Had her head hangin' off the end. Saish was standing on Mel's hair to pull her head down hard. Mel was eatin' her out while Saish went to town hammering her tits with the meat tenderizer."

I set and leap to dash into the rescue.

Chuck laughs.

Convulsing.

"No man, No," He laughs, "That's bullshit."

"Man. Don'."

"They're fine. But they are deep into sixty-nine on the island. I had to rescue the goods."

He holds out two trays of grill-ready meat.

I lay the meat on the grill and he and I stand there and watch, each in our own imagination.

I close the cover, open the vents half-way.

"Time to go get her ready."

I head into the house, Charles follows.

It is marvelous to see that you two are still getting it on. Your hair hangs down to pool on the floor, her ass rises and falls over your face. Her head is buried between your thighs, rolling side to side, up and down.

Your mother always said Saisha was the best, your muffled moans seem to confirm that.

You don't seem to be doing all that much, her mouth commands your cunt and her cunt commands your mouth.

Or so it seems.

Whatever the facts, it is beautiful.

I step up and slap her ass just as it peaks, slamming her cunt down onto your face unexpectedly, out of your rhythm.

She yelps and lifts her head to look back over her shoulder.

She smiles and me and I slap her again. Harder.

The next three I deliver are more than slaps - spanks, you might say.

Whallops.

"We gotta go get Mel's mom ready."

"Oh, right." Her face is shiny with Mel's juice.

Her smile and glittering eyes are set off by the liquid coat.

She rolls off Mel and Charles helps her off the counter.

He leans down and licks you off his wife's face.

You reach out and pulls me to you, taking my prick and setting it to your lips.

You suck me in, your tongue wrapping around my shaft.

I pinch your nipples and thrust in deep, surprising you.

You gag.

I pull out and slap both your tits at once, hard enough to flatten them.

"Come on, really, we gotta go."

Charles sits on the steps, Saisha (still nude) sitting on his lap, watching you and I.

I unlock the door to your mother's 'room'.

She is lying curled up on the concrete floor, naked. Her collar and chain glint in the light of the single bulb.

You flip the switch and Peter's lights flood the two areas we've selected, the main one being her 'room'.

I notice the red lights on the cameras come on and think that Betty can now watch the live feed.

"Stand up," I bark.

She struggles quickly to her feet.

You wrap the heavy velcro bands around her wrists while I lower the overhead cable.

I notice Charles and Saisha are paying rapt attention.

You set the clip between her wrists and I pull the cable to stretch her arms high and lift her off her heels.

You attach her ankles to the floor spread wide.

She shivers as her body makes the transition from lying curled up on cold concrete, to being suspended in the cool, moist air of the basement.

I notice Charles has started toying with Saisha's teacups and smile.

I am glad she is still naked, her body is beautiful.

I am glad you are still naked. Though I see you constantly naked at home, your body's beauty still astonishes me.

I am so glad you are with me.

My cock, still wet with your saliva, twitches a salute to joy.

I drape a 1.5 cm rope around her neck, fire engine red.

I bring the two strands together just below her clavicles and lay a 7 cm basket weave mat on her chest above her tits. It is a diamond with one corner at the top, connected to the loop around her neck.

While I work at this, you are making the two halves of Chinese frogs out of.5 cm cerulean blue rope. Both of the frog halves also turn out flat and square.

I work the tag ends of one frog through the mat and that of the other through the mat from the other side. This makes two blue horizontal lines across the diagonal of the mat.

The squares of the frog sit on the top slope of each tit.

I weave another diamond basket mat snug under her tits with loose ends of the 1.5 red rope.

It is a little larger and the upper edges cut into the undersides of the insides of her tits.

I become aware that Saisha has joined us and is helping you thread more of the red rope through openings in the mat and then pulling them tight around the base of her tits.

Tight enough to make them stand out.

Tight, but not so tight blood is cut off and they discolor.

We then force our fingers under the circling rope to thread.25 cm white cord through and pull horizontal strands across her soft, firm mounds.

We lay five, two below and two above her nipples, tightly grooved into her softness so that her flesh bulges firmly between each strand.

Then one sitting right over her nipples, compressing each of them deep into her tits.

As we are doing this, Saisha suddenly takes off dashing past Charles sitting on the steps, nearly vaulting over him with one hand on his shoulder.

"Where are you go-..."

She is past him before he can complete the question.

We finish with her tits and I slap them each several times, bringing up the color on the rolls that bulge between the cords.

Tears roll down her cheeks to fall onto her tits.

I like this.

She smiles wanly at me.

Is that thanks?

Perhaps.

Saisha bounds down the steps, nearly knocking Charles over. She carries a cloth bag, mysterious bulges hint at the contents.

She kneels beside your mother, sets the bag on the floor at her feet and pulls out a huge white rocket vibrator - 25cm long and 5 wide.

Without preliminary, she lays the pointed end against your mother's asshole and shoves it half in on the first go. She pulls back just a bit and slams the rest of it home with her second shove.

She rotates the power ring to low medium. When Saisha pushes it fully into her, sinking it so that her anal ring clamps shut over it, the buzzing hum is muffled, nearly silenced.

Saisha then presses a vibrating egg into her cunt, 4 cm thick, 5 long.

Then another.

Then two more.

She stands and fishes four remote controls for the eggs out of thebag and hands them to me with a smile.

"I put you in charge."

"As you should," I laugh.

Of course I have to try them out and rotate through them one at a time, your mother has set into a low moaning keen.

I turn them all on at once and, with the rocket in her ass, she is overwhelmed thrashing most excitedly in her taut inverted Y.

You two naked sirens go over and sit with Charles on the steps.

Six hands explore three bodies, two of them entirely naked.

Using the two strands of red rope still hanging from the woven mat cutting into the bottom of her tits I lay a butterfly over her navel.

I wrap the final ends around her waist and work the ends into the butterfly, hiding them in the pattern.

I work strands of the 25 mm white rope into the butterfly and drape four of them over her pussy mound.

I pull two strands to lie one on each side of her clit, tying a small reef knot just below that nub, then dressing them between her thighs and up her ass crack to bind to the waist rope, pulling them very tight. The ends hang loose like tails to the shelf of her ass.

I pull the other two strands down, making sure that each strand lies outside her mound, in the groove between pussy and thigh.

I knot these around the first two and make a huge knot pressing against her asshole. This seals the rocket in when I tie them to the back of the waist rope and leave them to hang.

Just because it occurs to me, I whap her ass with the empty bag Saisha left lying between her feet.

You three are paying no attention to me until you hear the bag slam her butt.

You are kissing and caressing and pocking and rubbing each other.

Singing the sounds of pleasure.

This pleases me.

But we have work still to do.

Charles and I go out to oversee the grilling, leaving you and Saisha to tend to your mother.

After a bit, you come out leading your mother.

You have dressed her in a loose, deep blue, mid-thigh skirt, a thin muslin midriff

revealing peasant blouse which has been embroidered with geometric vines placed to emphasize the shape of her tits, especially her nipples. You have her feet in high platform cork wedgies - open toed and laced up to mid-calf.

Saisha is dressed in a very light, white sari, tight around waist and hips with the end draped over one shoulder to hang down the back. She is naked under the sari, wearing no choli, no ghagra. In instead of being pinned at the shoulder, it is held over her naked breasts only by friction and gravity.

You are wearing your pale yellow silk top knotted tight up under your tits, lifting them just a bit, your prominent nipples poking against the thin fabric in offering. These are hidden though by the bib of your overall short-shorts.

You are both barefoot.

I sit your mother at one end of one of the benches of the picnic table.

"Pay close attention. You will do as I say."

She nods.

You and the neighbor couple gather around and listen as I give your mother her instructions, her order of the day.

"As each guest arrives, you will greet them with a hug. You will come on to each one seductively."

She nods.

"You are allowed to do anything to them, but quietly, each must believe you are treating them, and them alone, to your secret lust."

She nods.

"And you must not talk. Must not talk."

She nods.

"You understand."

She nods.

"And will comply."

She nods.

"If you fail, I will lock you in your room and leave you naked and alone. We will ignore you until I quit being angry. Do you understand?"

She nods.

"If things build to the point it is desirable, you will lead them into my office and encourage them to do anything they please to you."

She nods.

"You must not speak."

She nods.

"You understand and are ready to comply."

She nods.

I stand and go and check on the grill.

You and Charles go in to fetch the rest of the food.

Saisha moves beside me and circles my waist with her splendid and elegant arm.

I stroke her back and the side of her teacup breast.

As you and Charles set the serving bowls and platters on the table, the neighbors start showing up.

First, as Charles predicted, the preacher and his wife.

Your mother moves to greet them.

I smile at Charles.

"So, no fishing today."

He laughs.