This could be the final part of my tale, convention tells me not to let it grow too big and sprawling so let's hope for a neat conclusion, David and Bill have been busy boys since finding Cathy helpless in the bath, to complete the circle it seems almost inevitable that we should have some more bathroom action, let's see how David likes it when the tables are turned.....
I know I have to end the story somewhere but it seems a bit of a shame really, I love these characters and I still want to write about them, perhaps I can bring them back in the future with some other antics, would you like to meet them again?
Anyway, read on and enjoy, it's only meant to be a bit of fun for those who like such things, and don't worry, families don't actually behave like this in real life, do they...?
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Sunday morning, nine fifteen.
WHAT, HOW THE.....I NEVER SLEEP BEYOND SEVEN USUALLY!
WELL YOU DID TODAY SUNSHINE, GETTING YOUR END AWAY LAST NIGHT MUST HAVE RELAXED YOU.
Sunlight was probing the small gap at the top of the curtains, not my own bedroom curtains but someone else's.
OH YES.....BILL AND PAMELA.....I WONDER WHERE THEY ARE?
I re-checked the time, nine sixteen and the big bed was definitely empty, no Bill, no Pamela, no girls, just me on the spare couch, I rested my head back down and tried to gather my thoughts, there was thunder last night, I clearly recalled trying to sleep through it and Bill snoring like Rip Van Winkle.....
WAS IT ALL A DREAM?
NO NO, THINK ABOUT JULIE.....YOU CAN SEE TEDDY BEARS, COME ON.....TRY HARDER.
I ran my hand down my front to check something, my cock was slimy under the wrinkly hood and when I withdrew my fingers they had the smell of tinned sardines about them.
I MUST HAVE HAD SEX LAST NIGHT.....BUT WITH WHO?
TEDDY BEARS.....YOUR DAUGHTER WITH HER LEGS IN THE AIR.....BILL FUCKING THE ARSE OFF HER?
Closing my eyes I tried to concentrate, my back was feeling easier, I surely remembered having that recurring problem again, it was a damned nuisance, but then plenty of other guys in their fifties have much worse to cope with, then it was as though a veil was lifted and it all came flooding back to me.
OH YES.....I FUCKED JULIE LAST NIGHT.....MY GOD SHE WAS SO JUICY, SO HOT AND SWEET!
BILL SHAGGED CATHY ON THE BED RIGHT NEXT TO US.....THAT'S RIGHT.....AND PAMELA FILMED IT ALL AS OUR DAUGHTERS MOANED IN ECSTACY!
YOU DIRTY OLD PERVERT!
THEY ASKED FOR IT!
THAT'S WHAT THEY ALL SAY!
NO THEY DID REALLY, THEY WANTED TO LOSE THEIR VIRGINITY PROPERLY!
YEAH, AS IF ANYONE WOULD BELIEVE THAT!
IT WASN'T INCEST, BILL DID MY DAUGHTER AND I FUCKED HIS.
IN THE SAME BED!
THEY SET IT UP, NOT ME!
YOU SHOULD HAVE RESISTED!
I KNOW.....BUT IT WAS SO NICE.....COME ON READERS, PUT YOURSELVES IN MY POSITION, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?
Bill and I had lusted after each other's eighteen year old daughters for quite a while and it seemed the previous night's thunderstorm had brought all the vital ingredients into place, the girls wanted to lose their cherries and we obliged, it was as simple as that.
DIRTY OLD SODS!
I wandered out to the bathroom and had a pee, I brushed my teeth with the door open to listen for signs of life but the house was silent and seemed deserted, the door to Julie's bedroom was closed and I guessed the two girls would still be fast asleep so I wrapped a towel around my waist and went down to the kitchen to find some breakfast, there was a note on the kettle for me.
DEAR DAVID, HELP YOURSELF TO SOME BREAKFAST, BILL HAS AN EARLY TEE OFF TIME AND I'VE POPPED DOWN THE ROAD TO SEE MRS TUTTLE FOR A WHILE, I HOPE NOT TO BE TOO LONG, SOME MORNINGS SHE'S BETTER THAN OTHERS, MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME.....PAMELA....XXX.
Mrs Tuttle was a dear old lady of ninety two who lived a couple of streets away, Pamela went to visit her every day, such a kind hearted woman our Pamela, I looked at the note again, kiss kiss kiss.....yes, she had indeed been kiss kiss kissed, in the early hours, after the girls had gone back to Julie's room with wobbly legs and fond memories, Pamela had settled down between me and Bill and tried to sleep, but of course she was all horny from watching us deflowering the girls.
SHE FILMED MOST OF IT ON BILL'S CAMCORDER!
I was too knackered to do much, it had been a hectic few days for my trouser department but Pamela seemed content enough to squirm around between us and let us touch her with our fingers and our mouths and yes, our cocks as well, she worked herself off against us in all kinds of positions and by the time she had come a couple of times, she seemed satisfied enough to fall asleep.
WHAT A NIGHT.....I'LL NEVER FORGET IT!
So I found the Cheerios and helped myself, I made a cup of tea and kept looking out to see if Pamela's car would return, but no sign of her, I was in a kind of limbo, nobody to talk to, it was too early on a Sunday to wake the girls, I could have read the paper which I found in the hall on the mat, but what I really needed more than anything was to freshen up from last night's activities.
YOU STINK.....YOU NEED A BATH PAL!
I did as well, urgently, so I went straight upstairs to the bathroom, did I tell you about Bill and Pamela's bathroom yet?
GET ON WITH IT.
Pamela has an excellent sense of style and good taste and their bathroom was one of the highlights of their lovely home, it was larger than ours because they had knocked a wall through and sacrificed the tiny box room for the sake of some extra bathroom luxury, black and white marbled tiles on the floor, a huge sunken bath with a marbled surround including gold plated taps and fittings was on the left of the doorway, to the right they had twin matching sinks and a massive mirror with lights around it and shelving for makeup niceties.
WISH WE HAD ONE THIS NICE!
Instead of being a moulded bath sat in a shaped recess the bath was formed from the recess itself, with tiled sides and bottom, it was big enough to hold about three people comfortably, a vision of Cleopatra bathing in milk in that silly Carry On Cleo movie flashed across my mind.
I USED TO LOVE THOSE FILMS.....I GREW UP WITH THEM.....MAYBE THEY ARE PARTLY RESPONSIBLE FOR MY DIRTY MIND?
I started the water running and selected some smelly bath salts from a posh little shelf with all kinds of expensive looking potions and jars, I admired the separate shower cubicle with the patterned glass but I really needed to relax in some deep warm water, my back still needed some care and attention, the other fittings were of the same high quality, the usual loo of course plus a bidet, there'd have to be a bidet with Pamela around, I don't mean she's dirty, just the opposite, she wants all the bells and whistles and it all has to be spotless, set in a small alcove above the bath in the corner was a small statuette of two lovers entwined passionately, another obvious Pamela touch, just like the attractive pot plant on a decorative pedestal behind the door, the edge of the china pedestal was facing the bath and doubled up as a handy soap dish.
I peered in the mirror as the bath was filling up, I didn't look too ancient but I was still amazed that a young girl like Julie would want to get dirty with me, Bill was ecstatic about fucking my daughter, the look on his face last night had been a picture, I supposed that if the girls were okay with it then why shouldn't we oblige them, much safer to have their first time that way than in a back alley somewhere behind a nightclub.
The bath water was good and deep with more than enough froth on top, I didn't intend to choose bubble bath from the rack but apparently I had and there was a growing cloud of bubbles.
WHAT THE HECK.....GET IN THERE AND SOAK OLD SON.