Friends helping friends 7
Authors note: No characters in this work that are depicted in any sexual situation are under the age of 18.
Trigger notice. For those of you who have requested it, this chapter does include incest between father and daughter.
I love Christmas. There's something about the season that makes everything look better. Maybe it's the snow, or maybe the lights on the trees and houses, or maybe Mandy was just so sexy and seductive lately that I was willing to let her experiment. It had been a bit over a week since our little shopping adventure and Christmas was only two weeks away. After a lot of thinking, one of my Christmas presents to Mandy was going to be a coupon for her to have that double team she wanted to try so badly. Or at least that's what I called it. I just couldn't think of it as a threesome, since it was going to be pretty much two of us fucking her at the same time. I had no intention of doing anything with another guy! I'd talked to Ron and he was game to help us. I wasn't sure how I'd feel sharing Mandy with him, if I weren't already engaged with his wife. But for Mandy's sake, I was going to let her try it, as long as I was part of it. But that had to wait until after Christmas break and Sam went back to school.
For the time being, with Samantha home until almost the middle of January, it seemed like there was a steady stream of her former high school friends, coming and going, which was keeping our activities relegated to the bedroom. I'd had to set up an air bed in the family room the night before due to a heavy snow, Sam not wanting her friend Gina to have to drive home in the storm. The two stayed up half the night watching some movie trilogy, both of them sound asleep when I went out shortly after daylight to start shoveling six plus inches of snow that had fallen. Mandy was off for the week, with Christmas only two days away, and I was planning to work from my home office so the snow didn't pose much of a problem. The forecast said it would melt off the roads in the next few days, so we didn't expect Suzzane or Allysa to have any difficulty getting home for our Christmas celebration.
It took nearly two hours before I had the drive clear, and by then I was sweating heavily even with my coat and heavy coveralls unzipped. I brushed the snow off my clothes as I undressed in the garage, coming into the house in my sweat soaked t-shirt and jeans. Mandy took one look at me and sent me to the showers. After a quick breakfast, I headed down to my basement office while Mandy headed up to the upstairs guest room to finish wrapping presents.
As I walked through the family room to my office, I loo ked over at the girls, both of them awake and lying on the air bed chatting. They were, of course, still in what they'd slept in, Sam in one of her night shirts and her friend Gina wearing one of Sam's oversized t-shirts, which wasn't quite long enough to keep me from seeing her pink panties, and more than snug around her large boobs, leaving two good sized bumps exposed.
I remembered Gina from high school band. Not a slight girl by any means, but she was comfortable in her skin, and not easily offended by comments about her size. In fact, I'd heard her more than once make comments on her own size, more or less, 'just more woman to be played with' type comments. She always was cheerful and bubbly when she was over and was a good friend to Sam before they both left for college. It was good to see that they still maintained a solid friendship.
I ducked into my office and settled in to start working on prepping for the coming semester. The work of a professor is never, ever, done. Even during class breaks there were papers to write, grad students to manage and, of course, classes to prepare.
It wasn't all that long before I could hear giggling in the family room through my partly open office door, distracting me from the document I was editing. Clearly they were playing some game or other.
"Yes! You made the bet, now you have to pay up," I heard Sam say sternly.
"NO! I can't!" Gina answered her.
"You have to. You made the bet. I won. Now it's time to pay up."
"But your mom will get pissed!'
"I doubt it. But either way, she's upstairs. Come on. Pay up! "
"Really? You're going to force me to do that?"
"You didn't have to make the bet. If I lost, you'd make me pay up, wouldn't you?"
"Well, yeah."
"So, pay up!"
"Shit. You better be careful on the next bet!"
"So you say. You're the one that lost... again! So don't bet what you're not willing to lose!"
It was silent for several moments and then the partly open door of my office pushed the rest of the way open and Gina stepped inside. "Morning, Mister Young!" she said with a forced smile on her face.
"Morning Gina. Sleep well?" I asked from where I sat at my computer, turning in my swivel office chair to face her.
"Could have slept longer. We stayed up pretty late. It was a LONG movie!"
"I understand. Well, at least you didn't have to drive home in the snow."
"True. Thanks for letting me stay."
"You're welcome." I nodded. "So what can I do for you?"
"Well, um. Just sit there and not scream I guess," she said nervously. She reached for the hem of the shirt she had on, reached under the hem of the shirt and pulled her pink panties down. She bent over to slide them down her legs and then stood up, her full, meaty pussy lips now on display below the shirt hem. Her thick thighs hid a lot of her pussy, but there was enough showing for me to see that her mound and lips were completely shaved. After standing there for several long seconds, looking like she was counting to herself, she took her panties, walked the half dozen paces to me and dropped them in my lap. Then she turned and walked to the office door. She looked back at me, hesitated for a moment and then bent over long enough to touch her fingers to the carpet, completely exposing her pussy to me from behind, before quickly straightening and darting the rest of the way out of the office.
I sat there and did my best not to react, picked up the panties and set them on the corner of the desk. I had no idea what game they were playing, but I wasn't expecting THAT! I could hear them giggling and talking quietly, though I couldntg make out what was being said.
I was just starting to get back into the paper I was working on when I heard Sam almost shout out. "HA! Read 'em and weep! I win again!"
"SHIT!"
"Come on! You know what you gotta do!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I heard Gina groan. Less than thirty seconds later she was pushing the office door open again. "Sorry Mister Young. I lost again," she said as she pulled the shirt up and off, exposing her complete nude body. Her tits were quite large, maybe even larger than my wife's. Each creamy white orb hanging on her chest like a massive drop of water, only sexier. She walked to me and dropped the shirt on the floor only a foot or two in front of me. "Oops!" she said. She stepped a little closer to me, turned to face away from me, and then bent over. She pushed her butt towards me, pushing her fat, meaty pussy lips out between her thick thighs. She stepped her feet about a foot and a half apart, spreading her legs and thighs somewhat, still bent over. I sat there and stared as she reached between her legs and stroked her pussy a few times, spread her lips and dipped one finger between her full, round lips. She abruptly grabbed the shirt off the floor, straightened up, and ran for the door.
"Holy shit," I mumbled as I stared at the again closed door, my dick still hardening in my shorts after the impromptu show. I was tempted to go out and put an end to whatever game they were playing, but I wasn't exactly sure how to approach it. So far, other than flashing me a little, there wasn't anything particularly wrong. She was an adult in her early twenties. It wasn't like I was taking advantage of a minor or anything.
"WOOOOO HOOOO! MY turn to win!" I heard Gina shout. "Take that, Samantha! Now who's gonna pay up!?"
"So you did. One time in five."
"Yeah, but you have to do it just like I would, and since I'm already naked, you gotta be, too. I might not have won them all, but the end is the same!"
"Fine! If you insist!" Only a few moments later the door pushed open and Sam walked into the office, closing the door most of the way behind her. She stopped a few feet from my desk and reached under her nightgown, pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She tossed them onto the desk in front of me and then pulled her nightgown up and off, revealing her completely nude body.
"Honey! What are you doing?!"
"Just what I'm supposed to!" she said as she slipped between me and the desk, her hands reaching for the arms of my chair to turn me as she did. Her tits hung down in front of my face as she twisted us until her butt pressed against the edge of the desk. She let go of the chair and reached behind her, pushing my keyboard back as she sat her butt on the edge of the desk. She lifted her legs and set her feet on the arms of my chair, pushed her knees apart to completely expose her pussy.
"Shit, Sam! What are you doing?!"
"Playing with myself for you to watch," she said softly as she reached between her legs and started to stroke her pussy. "If you want, you can help. I wouldn't mind if you licked me. It'll help me climax for you much faster." I shook my head and stood up, pushing the chair back with my legs. She slipped her feet off the moving chair and hooked them behind my thighs, pulled me toward her with them. "Oh yeah. I wouldn't mind if you just fucked me until I came. You felt pretty damn good last time," she whispered as she used her hands to try and pull the front of my shorts down and extract my hard dick.
I grabbed her hands and pulled them away, but not before she had my hard-on sticking out and my shorts pushed down below my balls. I pulled her hands away and tried to back up, but was held in place by her heels, dug into the back of my legs. "Sam. I'm not going to have sex with you again!" I said as my engorged head pressed against her stomach. "You're my daughter. There isn't anything at all that's right about this."
"If Gina came in here and did this, you'd fuck her, wouldn't you?"
"I don't know, why?"
"Well, you had sex with other women besides mom. I figure you'd do her too if she wanted it, wouldn't you?"
I shook my head. "Your mom's and my sex life isn't your concern," I said as I let go of her hands and moved mine to her legs to try and spread them. Her hands moved to my hard-on and grasped it as I spread her feet from behind me and stepped back. "And this... this isn't happening."
I freed myself from her and headed out of the room.
"What's with you?" Mandy asked as I walked into the kitchen. "You look like you just saw a ghost."
"No, just our daughter," I said with a frown as I leaned against the counter near where she was working on something or other.
