Naughty Little Things, Part 2
At 7:30am, Vince was sitting in the kitchen, eating his breakfast of eggs (over easy) and toast and relaxing with the morning paper. He as glad that his office now allowed him to work from home... at least a couple of times a week. The drive was long and there was often a wreck somewhere to make it even worse. He'd set up an office in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs.
"Hi dad," Em said as she led her two friends into the kitchen. They were all still wearing their pajamas, colorful t-shirts with silly sayings on them and loose shorts. What surprised him most was that they were awake this early in the morning.
He looked up at them, showing his shock. "Well good morning. I never expected to see you awake this early in the morning on a summer day. I guess that means you weren't up until all hours of the night for the first time."
"Hi Mr. Conner," both Abi and Taylor said in unison, giggling with not-so-innocent-looking smiles.
"Hi girls," he said, looking back at them suspiciously. "What are you guys up to today?"
While Taylor and Abi leaned back on the counter, just looking at him and grinning, Em walked over to the refrigerator, took out the bottle of juice, and grabbed glasses for all of them.
"Oh... just going to the mall or something. I need some new workout clothes and maybe a new bathing suit," Em said as she poured the glasses and the three drank them.
Vince went back to reading the article in the paper, unaware of the thoughts the girls were having about him. His own thoughts were clouded and confused. He could see the swell of their bra-less breasts... their hard nipples poking into the thin material. He knew that with just the right bend of their bodies, the thin, loose material in their shorts would reveal the wonderful, soft, pink treasure hidden beneath. Their lithe, young bodies leaning against the counter were practically on display for him. He felt his cock jolt just thinking about them. Oh what he wouldn't give to be young again... to be able to give into these urges!
"I love trying on new clothes," Taylor said, licking her lips and grinning. "Especially with my girlfriends."
Taylor was his favorite out of all of Em's friends that he'd met. She carried herself like she knew that she was hot as hell. She also carried herself like she'd fuck any man that asked. And that combination was extremely intoxicating. In his mind he imagined bending her over the counter, tasting her sweet nectar, and then fucking that fine, tight pussy until she screamed his name.
He relaxed his breathing and went back to the article again, rereading the same paragraph he'd been staring at since the girls walked into the kitchen.
Em leaned back against the counter, seeing her dad in a new light after their adventure last night. He really was handsome, with his strong jawline... full, dark, wavy hair... the shadow of his beard... his strong arms. She remembered when she saw him in the shower months ago, his hands moving over his firm, naked body. Those same hands taking time to stroke his cock to hardness... and then to orgasm as he grunted through his release. God... he was so hot!
She could see herself on the floor in front of his chair, holding his cock, sliding her hands up and down it while kissing it. She could see herself climbing up into his lap, naked, kissing him as his strong arms wrapped around her. She could see him taking her, sliding into her as she ground against him until she came.
She knew her face was flushed and knew the other girls probably saw it, too.
"We're going to go get cleaned up," she said, ushering the girls out the door. She could tell they were a little flushed as well, probably for the same reasons.
"Ok," Vince said. "I'm going to work at home today so don't be too noisy. Alright?"
"Ok, dad. We'll keep quiet," Em said.
All three giggled as they went up the stairs, heading towards Em's bedroom. Taylor was in the rear and smacked their asses playfully as they ascended the stairs. They closed the door behind them as the entered Em's bedroom and sat on her bed.
"Ok, daaaaad," Taylor mocked her. "He's not dad. He's daddy."
"Yeah... dad... daddy..." Em said as if it wasn't a big deal.
"It's everything. He's hot... so you call him daddy." Taylor opened the box again and retrieved the dildo. "This is his dick, huh?" she asked, smiling at Em. "Have you ever sucked it before? You know... to practice."
"No... I never really thought about it," Em admitted.
"Abi?" Taylor asked.
"No... never," she said, embarrassed and shocked to even be asked.
"Well that is one thing you have to learn before you go to college," Taylor said. "Guys in college expect you to have experience. I can teach you."
"Where did you get all this experience?" Em asked.
Taylor smiled. "Well... I never mentioned it, but my stepmom taught my brother and me. She said she wanted to make sure we knew what we were doing before college."
"Your stepmom?" Em asked. She didn't really know much about the woman. She'd only been married to Taylor's dad for a year.
"She's a bit... progressive... you might say," Taylor smiled.
"Your brother?" Abi asked.
Taylor shrugged and smiled deviously. "We both needed someone to practice on."
"You practice on your brother?" Em asked, shocked, looking at Abi then back at Taylor.
Taylor nodded. "He's got a nice dick. And he needs to practice, too." Both girls looked at her in shocked surprise. "It's a win/win situation," she smiled. "Do you want me to show you or not?"
"Yeah," Em agreed, sounding a little reluctant. This was a serious piece of new information from her best friend.
Abi seemed even more reluctant. "I guess." Taylor looked at her and smiled. She had a good idea why Abi was reluctant, she had a suspicion for a long time about that girl. But time would tell. She'd work with Em first and then work with Abi's special needs.
Taylor grabbed a hand mirror from Em's makeup desk and laid it on the bed. She slapped the suction-cup end of the dildo on the mirror, giving it a base on which it could stand on its own.
"Ok, so... I'm going to show you how to do a blow job and a hand job and we'll go back and forth," Taylor said looking at both of them. "To start with, this is a penis... it's usually a lot smaller than this when you first see it. But when the guy gets excited it grows really big. And you make it grow by licking and sucking on it."
Taylor looked at them as they circled around the dildo, laying on their stomachs.
"The nice part about this is that it's already nice and hard for us and this is a nice sized cock," Taylor said. She grabbed the lube and squirted a little onto the dildo. "A wet hand or lube is absolutely required," she said as she grabbed the dildo. "And you want to start with this kind of motion, just slide your hand up and down. You start to get him more aroused."
Taylor changed her stroke slightly, turning her hand around so that she was more pulling his cock. "You just kind of play with it a little bit," she said and changed back to her original stroking motion. "Make eye contact... that's important. Guys like it when you look at them. And then," she said looking at both of her friends again, "you can start licking."
Taylor bent forward, pulling the dildo away from her face. "I like to start all the way down here and then go up," she said, "just to kind of surprise them. I treat it like a melting popsicle in the summertime."
Taylor licked slowly, from the base to the head several times, changing her track, moving the dildo in another angle. "Nice and slow. Then you go back and forth a little bit... lick some... stroke some. I like alternating between licking and using my hand. You wanna try?"
"Sure," Em said, strangely feeling aroused. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked it a little. "I just take it and just put it in my mouth?"
"Uh huh," Taylor said encouragingly. "Just put it in and lick it and suck it."
Em brought it to her lips and licked it several times at first and then slid her mouth over it, letting a few inches slide into her mouth.
"That's very good," Taylor said. "See how nice and hard it feels in your mouth? That's his cock saying he likes what you're doing."
