(Part 3)
The Playpen
Lisa
As Bob, rather Daddy for the moment at least, slowly eased my panties down, I felt so excited, so thrilled things were happening over which I had no control. Although I was a thirty four year old married woman, I felt free from any responsibilities, like a little girl doing what my parents told me...and I really liked being called pretty little Poppsi again, the first time since my father called me that when I was very small.
Each sharp smack on my bare ass aroused me even more.
I did feel a bit guilty as my husband was just a few feet away watching me closely. I didn't want to upset him and wondered if I should object or stop things. Then both Carol and Alice whispering in his ear and his face became quite red. He leaned forward and spoke huskily.
"Lisa, please... please spread your legs for Daddy."
It was such a relief to have the approval of my husband.
I was more aroused than I had ever been with Dan and he must have realized it from my eyes. I wondered if he felt jealous but the expression on his face was one of agreement... admiration even.
Ted led some others in who all took their time admiring my fully exposed cunt and I wasn't upset at all. After a few moments, Ted took them to the dining room.
Dan seemed in a sort of dream as Alice leaned over his shoulder and licked his ear. Her breasts not really confined within her loose blouse as she lead him like a puppy dog into the dining room.
With my panties down and my legs splayed wide open, I started to get up as well, but Daddy stopped me with a firm touch on my knee.
"Not quite yet, Poppsi, there's one more thing before we join the others," he said softly.
Carol stepped up to my other side and beamed down at me. Daddy slid his hand down between my legs, at first just cupping my throbbing mound and the thin brown hair topping my cunt.
My pussy was ready to explode.
Ever so leisurely, Daddy inserted his hand, or more specifically one finger, between my legs and then between the folds of my pussy lips and then up inside my vagina.
It felt heavenly.
"Do you like that, Pretty Poppsi?" he murmured, rotating the finger slightly.
"Oh Daddy, it's wonderful," I gasped, barely able to control myself, feeling my wetness oozing out over his fingers with a few drops trickling down over my asshole.
He slowly removed his fingers from inside me and my cunt immediately felt empty. His fingers glistened with my juices. Had he touched my clit at that moment, I would not have been able to stop cumming all over his hands.
Carol pushed my knees down and leaned over to give me a passionate kiss.
"Pull your panties up and come along for dinner, dear," she muttered in my ear, "that was just a bit of an appetizer."
I was in a daze myself as Carol directed me to a seat at the table with my name in front of it. Dan sat opposite me. I glanced at him across the table. We were both slightly flushed and out of our depth...and I prayed he was as aroused as me.
Bob started to talk, introducing the others around the table. I barely heard, going back over what had happened so far in my mind and fantasizing about what was yet to come. My pussy was so wet, my panties rode up in my crease and I hoped I didn't stain the chair.
My attention came back to the moment when Bob introduced the young man sitting at my right as Harry, who was to be married to his sister the next day, by his grandfather, the infamous Father John, who was on my right. The young man just smiled sheepishly but Father John gave my thigh a squeeze when he smiled at me, a squeeze close enough to my crotch that I was sure he felt the dampness of my panties.
When Bob introduced Casey, the young woman on the other side of Father John, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I've heard she was a very strong willed precocious young girl." he said with a chuckle, "Her father Gavin is very easily controlled by women, especially his daughter."
Someone said that perhaps Gavin may have already had his way with his daughter that day, Ted just chuckled.
"More like the other way round. She probably wraps him around her little finger before she fucks him."
Casey's face was slightly flushed as she smiled brightly. I suspected Father John was fondling her pussy at that very moment...and the comments were accurate.
When we finished dinner and all helped to clear the table, Bob announced The Playpen was open. I started to ask what that meant but he silenced me with is raised hand.
"Lisa, Will, Casey and Dan, a moment," he said as the others filed out of the dining room.
We went down a short hall to an office with a small conference table. Bob handed each of us some papers, a pen and an envelope with our name already neatly printed on it.
"I thought we were going to The Playpen.," Casey started to complain.
"Oh don't worry, we will be going there shortly and I assure you everyone will be waiting...or mostly anyway," Father John said with a devilish smile, "but first, since you four are here for the first time, we need a little more information for your confessions and induction into the family."
