Maggie Cronin's offer replayed in my head, as I drove on through the late afternoon. The soft warm breeze and filtered sunlight, through the trees, made the ride even more special. '$2500 -- damn, is this my day or what?'
Turning onto Oak Grove Lane I switched up my thinking, returning to the girls and the mission they'd went on. I knew my conversation with Gloria's mother, Megan, would create a lot of excitement. Cutting off Mandy on the phone would be sure to place me in the middle of a female, curiosity, fire storm. I mentally prepared myself, smiling as I turned onto the final street, heading for Gloria's.
Her parents were quiet well off, more so than our parents and their home would be considered an estate, anywhere in the country. The three story structure wasn't visible from the road. Only after a beautiful drive through a wooded lane did it come into view. It wasn't imposing but, smacked of luxury, beginning with a circular entrance with fountain and Coi pool.
Not one of girls waited for me. Not one of them came running out the massive front doors to greet me. I was shocked. I parked my car and turned it off, still feeling the female assault would happen any moment. Nothing. Approaching the front door, I saw it was ajar, standing slightly open. I pushed the door open and announced my arrival.
"Hello! I'm here! Hey -- where the hell is everybody?"
I hesitated walking in like I owned the place and stood listening to the silence. After a few moments I decided to yell out once more. Taking a small breath, I tipped my head back, preparing to let out another hello when Arlene came running down the long hallway.
"Oh my God Barry! Hurry; follow me we're in the den! You won't believe this!" She cried out and whirled to head back to the den.
'Always dramatic. Always a drama unfolding.' I thought and chuckled to myself, as I closed the front door.
I took the long walk down the interior hallway and finally heard sounds, as I neared the end. I couldn't make out exactly what was being said but, it didn't sound like any of the girls talking. Entering the den, I found all three girls staring intently at the large, flat screened, plasma TV. I grinned and walked through the door, almost silently. My physical presence went unnoticed, at least for a few brief seconds.
Turning my head to see what it was that held their attention I gasped out, loudly. It was Gloria on the screen, buck ass naked and in the final throws of climax.
The room on the screen appeared to be a bedroom. 'Hers?' I wondered, taking small tentative steps into the den, with my eyes riveted to the screen. Gloria's legs were propped over, stuffed, chair arms, kicking wildly as she came and the video was slowly zooming in on all her sexual action, working a large dildo in her pussy.
"Jesus Glory, you're hot in that one! I didn't know you like to video yourself." I muttered.
It was Mandy that rested on the floor nearest to me. With lightening like speed, her clenched fist slammed into my ass cheek, giving me an instant "butt Charlie horse" and I screamed out, as the muscles cramped tight.
"Barry you shit! She isn't filming that -- someone else is! Look at her face for God's sake!"
Mandy's admonishment added insult to her physical assault, as my screamed died away to a groan. Furiously, I rubbed my ass cheek and turned my head to look at Gloria's face. A single tear rolled down her cheek and I felt worse for having opened my mouth.
"Glory I'm...But who you guys? Who's doing the filming?" It was suppose to be apology but never quite made it, as my curiosity got the better of me.
"We don't know -- yet." Mandy and Arlene commented together, almost in a harmonic way and then added, "But we have a good idea."
"My dad. My dad is the one. He's got a whole library of me. He's been watching and filming me for years Barry." Gloria mumbled, still unable to take her eyes away from the screen.
"Like yeah, he's the one but..." Arlene started to say, when Mandy jumped in.
"But he's got videos of us too Barry, Arlene and me! How's that possible?"
The girls could be a little dense at times, one reason I loved them so much but, it was immediately apparent to me as to how it could possibly be -- Peter, our father was involved too. The men were enjoying their daughters. 'A secret enjoyment or shared?' Was my next thought and not verbalized.
The pain eased in my ass cheek and I lightly limped to Gloria's chair. Bending down I kissed away the tear trail on her cheek and whispered,
"Hey, we all love you...its okay. I think our plans need to change. A little revenge might be in order, don't you think?"
My soft comment elicited a small grin from Gloria and then a quick grab to hug me tightly. "Yes, yes I'd love that Barry." She whispered back and followed up with a tender kiss.
In a sudden flurry, we all started talking at once. Arlene turned off the video, vowing to destroy them all; Mandy ranted about how sick they were; and Gloria expressed her idea to expose them all -- publicly. It was bedlam for several minutes as the girls vented their pent up anger.
"Stop! Stop you guys...lets just think about this for a minute! Does any of this really surprise you? Aren't we enjoying each other? They've been fucking each other for years. Mom and Roy somehow got Peter and Mona to go long and now they're all hold up at the Rio in Vegas, fucking each other! Hell I even caught Megan getting fucked while she was talking to me on the phone!"
My tirade stopped the chatter, instantly. With wide eyes they all looked at me and as one they spoke.
"What? What did you say?"
"She was! Dad was trying to fuck her brains out while she was on the phone with me -- I swear to God! She could hardly talk!"
"That's what you were going tell us? Today - this happened today, right?" Mandy cried out, suddenly excited.
Gloria reacted differently. I could see her expression change, as she stared at Mandy.
"God Mandy, shut up! So what and who gives a shit about what they're doing?" She commented in an aggravated tone and turned to me, adding,
"That might have been interesting, funny even Barry -- if not for this. They weren't making videos of you, were they?" her anger rising again, as she pointed to the dead TV screen.
