Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “I believe you also have some gifts you wanted to give my Dad for letting you stay here last night?”

  The twins scampered off into the house, leaving Ava and I alone for a moment.

  “You know, I wish you would just do this full time.”

  “It’s fun and all, but free psychology services just don’t pay the bills like the government job.”

  “Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll double it.”

  “Ha! Start writing the contract. Hey, I forgot to tell you something. Tasha, the cheer coach, gave me the lowdown on who are in the running for valedictorian this year. Let me just say, you better hope the girl doing gymnastics gets higher grades than the girl who competes in shot put!”

  “I pray for that very thing every night. Do you think…”

  We were interrupted by the speedy return of the bouncy duo returning to the back yard carrying their bags and small identical gift wrapped boxes.

  They handed the presents over to me at the same time and each stood on their tip toes to give me a peck on the cheek, rubbing their breasts on my arms suggestively.

  “Thanks Gail, Misty,” I nodded to each of them in turn. “You honestly didn’t have to.”

  “You deserve it, Mr. Banner!” They said in union.

  Their ability to say the same words at the same time would have been slightly creepy on less attractive girls. On them it just dripped with sex appeal, so I shrugged it off pretty easily.

  “Alright, let’s get you girls home so you can quietly spread the good news. Probably best to let Coach Miller make it official before you tell anybody but your parents though, got it?”

  “Yes Ma’am!”

  With a trio of waves and goodbyes they went through the gate towards the front of the house where Ava had parked. I opened one present and found a note inside saying:

  ‘Next time, cum inside me! - Misty”

  Also in the box were two matching pairs of panties with little teddy bears on the front. One of them had the initials ‘MW’ on the label, the other had ‘GW’.

  The second box had a note that said:

  ‘I want to taste you next time, call us! – Gail’

  There was a simple photo under the note that depicted the twins in a nude embrace that squashed their tits together and showed off their beautiful bodies. I took a deep breath and slowly blew it out with puffed-up cheeks. Ava was practically building me a harem of teens, I was probably going to have to drop down to working only three days a week if I wanted to have the time and energy for them all.

  I sat back down in the vacant chair in the warm sunshine and pondered what to do that day. In the end I thought it might be prudent to write a letter to the high school, on behalf of the residents of the town, detailing how much more important to the community gymnastics was rather than, as a random example, shot put or something like that. It wouldn’t be an easy letter to write but, as a contract lawyer, words were my livelihood so I thought I’d probably be able to put something together.

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  Slumber Party 3

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  Yet again the local school calls in the volunteered services of a psychologist to help them choose between their two valedictorian candidates, yet again she plans on serving up the beautiful young women ready for fun with Mr. Banner. This year there is a special treat for him, though. One of the pair is Emma, the little sister of Chloe, who first taught Mr. Banner about how much he likes fucking girls in their sleep all those years ago.

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  Sleep Sex, Threesome, Dubious Consent, Schoolgirl, Older Man

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  When you know you’re about to do something for the last time, it’s possible to really build it up in your head and there’s the danger that the actual event itself will be a bit of an anti-climax. Somehow I didn’t think that was going to be the case for me.

  My Daughter, Ava, had said that her real job was getting too busy to commit to providing volunteer psychological services for her old high school after this academic year. She had helped them choose last year’s valedictorian and the head cheerleaders for this year by putting them through their mental paces.

  A side-effect of Ava’s week-long sessions with the vulnerable teens seemed to be that they were willing to let themselves be used for sex while they were asleep, and I was the one that had the pleasure of using them. Of course, it didn’t hurt that afterwards they couldn’t get enough of me as well. I was having an especially large amount of on-going fun with a pair of blonde twins that had the honour of being head cheerleaders that year.

  To be honest, I was disappointed that my fresh supply of sleeping teens was coming to an end, but by this stage I had my own little harem for all intents and purposes, so that obviously took the edge off. When Ava told me who the two contenders for valedictorian were that year, I knew I still had a lot to look forward to.

  Abigail was a gymnast of remarkable ability. When she was in her early teen years, when female gymnasts seem to peak, she fell just short of being able to compete internationally. She demolished her competition at a local and state-level though. Ava had given me a profile picture of her and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

  For want of a better word, she looked ‘posh’, like she was royalty or something. One of those ‘how dare you even look at me’ kind of beauties. Little did Abigail know what I did to royalty, though. She had a classic gymnast build, petite to the extreme, I harboured a tiny worry that I might break her or something, but time would tell on that one.

  The jewel in this year’s valedictorian candidate crown was Emma, as far as I was concerned. Not only was she a stunning brunette who would have looked petite beside anybody except Abigail, not only was she well accomplished in tennis, but she just so happened to be the little sister of Chloe, Ava’s good friend and the first girl I ever fucked in her sleep.

  There was a real sense of history coming full circle when Ava told me about Emma. I remembered every detail of fucking Chloe in the ass, and a couple weeks later cumming deep inside her pussy. How could I forget that? I’d gotten her pregnant, after all, and the photo of Emma that Ava gave me could easily have been Chloe, if Chloe had still been eighteen.

  Now I was going to defile Chloe’s little sister, claim an entire generation of that family by marking my territory in their little teen pussies with my semen. It’s safe to say I was very much on the edge of my seat during the week Ava spent with the pair of eighteen year old valedictorian candidates. I had to turn down the other girls in my ‘harem’, I wanted to save up an entire week of semen and unleash a huge load inside one of the new girls.

  I woke up early on the Friday, I was too excited to sleep. My anticipation of their arrival had been growing all week and I knew it was going to be a wonderful kind of torture in the time between when they arrived sometime mid-morning and whenever Ava ‘handed them over’ to me. I filled what time I could with preparing Ava’s room for them and responding to as many work emails as I could, the ones that didn’t require too much thought anyway.

  At last I heard a car pul
l into my driveway and made my way to my front door, opening it as my daughter and the two new valedictorian candidates were taking their final steps on to my porch.

  “Ava! Good to see you again!”

  “Hi Dad, how’s things?”

  “Couldn’t be better, good trip?”

  “Yep, uneventful. Dad, this is Abigail and this is Emma, the best of the best in school.”

  The two teenagers were looking at me in unreserved awe, as if they couldn’t believe my familiarity with Ava, my speaking with her as an equal. With attention now drawn to them they both blushed and muttered shy greetings, looking up at me with doe-eyes. I didn’t know the specifics of what Ava put into their heads while she had them for the week, but having read her doctoral thesis on cults and brainwashing, I knew the gist of it. Hell, from my experience over the past year I’d seen the results for myself.

  As she had with the valedictorian candidates the previous year and with the head cheerleaders earlier this year, Ava took the girls straight up to her room. Unlike the cheerleaders, she didn’t bring them back down again at all that day. From downstairs, where I tried to keep busy, I only heard the occasional piece of meditative music and the occasional toilet flush.

  Time moves on at its own pace regardless of how quickly or slowly we want it to go and from my perspective its pace seemed unreasonably sluggish that day but, eventually, the sun headed towards the horizon and I watched the news, followed by a current affairs show, before I finally heard some steps on the stairs and turned to see Ava coming towards me.

  “What a week,” she said.

  “What’s up?”

  “Don’t say I never did anything for you, Dad!”

  “I’d never be so unabashed, Ava, what are you talking about though?”

  “Did you see the purity ring Emma was wearing? It’s one of those rings these kids get from their church to symbolise their promise to not have sex until marriage. That wasn’t easy to address. Then, after that, you’d think that Abigail would be the easy one, but no. She’s a lesbian, never been into boys at all.”

  “I can see how these are big issues for deciding on who should be valedictorian.”

  “Yes… valedictorian. Anyway, Abigail has been trying to get Emma in the sack all week, so I’ve used her to help break down Emma’s barriers. Long story from a long week, but they’re absolutely beat. Lucky for them I still had some of Tasha’s sleeping pills left over so they’re going to have the deepest sleep of their lives once those kick in. There seems to be a problem with the main shower so I told Emma she’d have to share the shower in your en suite with Abigail.”

  “They couldn’t go one after the other?”

  “No.”

  “Fair enough. Hey, if Emma’s got a purity ring, and Abigail is a lesbian… does that mean…?”

  “They’ve never been with a man? Why, yes it does.”

  From upstairs I heard a shower turn on and the thought of poor Emma trapped naked under the hot water with a horny lesbian after her ass flashed through my depraved mind. Ava saw my distraction and smirked.

  “Like I said, don’t say I never did anything for you. Right, I’m out for the evening, catching up with a friend. Don’t wait up! The girls are just going to have a shower and go to bed, but make sure you check in on them in case they need anything.”

  “They’re in good hands, have a nice evening.”

  “You too, Dad.”

  Ava gathered her keys and handbag and left via the front door, leaving me alone with my dirty thoughts. My dirty thoughts and two eighteen year old virgins about to take sleeping pills so I could fuck them with reckless abandon. I watched some stupid sitcom on the TV while I waited desperately for the sounds of showering to end and for everything upstairs to be quiet for a while.

  At last my torture was over, I hadn’t heard a single sound for about half an hour and so climbed the stairs quietly, listening out for any sign of activity. I heard nothing and so made my way to Ava’s room, listening at the door. The hallway was tinged with the faint scent of shampoo, soap and some girly deodorant, I thought they’d wake up a hell of a lot dirtier than they fell asleep.

  Even after my experience with the last pair of valedictorian candidates and the head cheerleaders, I was still nervous at this stage. There was still a huge risk in doing this kind of thing. Especially with a girl who had sworn to stay a virgin until marriage and another girl who didn’t even like men. Still, passed out teen pussy is too much temptation to ignore, I had to test the waters at least.

  I softly knocked on the door, loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to rouse a heavy sleeper, and heard no response. With a nervous swallow I gently twisted the door handle and gave it a little push, seeing the soft glow of the bedside lamp spill out. Slowly I poked my head through the gap, wondering what state I would find the teen girls in.

  I was not expecting what I saw at that moment. Nothing. The girls weren’t on the sofa-bed, they weren’t on Ava’s bed, they weren’t in the room at all. I pushed the door open completely and stared into the room with what must have been a comically confused look on my face.

  Scratching my head, I turned towards my room, my en suite was the ‘last known location’ of the teen beauties so, sleuth that I was, I imagined I could pick up their trail there. I pushed the door to my own room open and, well, the case was solved in the best possible way. There on my bed was Abigail, who looked like she had passed out mid-way through taking advantage of Emma, who was fast asleep on her front partially underneath Abigail. The gymnast’s blonde head was resting on Emma’s back, her hand motionless on the brunette’s arm, where it had apparently stopped mid-stroke.

  Both girls were naked except for a healthy youthful glow, Emma’s purity ring and some make-up, as if Abigail had been teaching Emma how she dolled herself up for gymnastics competitions. Each of them had matching glossy lipstick and eye-shadow in different shades and painted fingernails. I had to wonder what they had been thinking of doing before the sleeping pills first knocked out Emma and then Abigail.

  Regardless, the end result was that there were two girls passed out on my bed that had never known the joy of a big cock in their little slits, and I was ready to educate them. After I had a little fun, of course.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back until I was lying next to the sleeping pair, propped up on my elbow and gazing across at their peaceful faces. Both of them were lying on their fronts, Abigail’s lower body was slightly twisted towards Emma and I could see a tantalising thin strip of pure blonde pubic hair, but other than that their most private areas were still hidden to me.

  Taking my cue from Abigail, I reached out and lightly traced my fingers along Emma’s arm, from wrist to shoulder, revelling in the warmth and sheer youth that radiated from her skin. My fingers trailed over Abigail’s arm where it was draped over Emma and, once over that negligible obstacle, I let my entire palm come back down on to Emma’s lower back.

  Ever so slowly I moved my hand downwards until I felt the upward swell of her firm little teen ass and I was finally cupping her left cheek. For all I knew, I was the only one aside from maybe Abigail to ever have my hand on her bare ass. Thinking back to Emma’s older sister, Chloe, I remembered just how much she had loved getting her ass slapped so I decided to see if that particular trait ran in the family, even though Emma was obviously a much more conservative girl than Chloe had been. I raised my hand and brought it down swiftly on her rear end.

  Smack!

  Emma made a sound that probably would have been a gasp if she had have been awake enough to put the energy into it. I raised my hand again and brought it down on her ass with more power.

  SMACK!

  “Mmmmmm,” she moaned.

  My god she sounded erotic, her little moan was exciting as hell and I felt my already hard cock twitch in my pants, thinking I had maybe given the sleeping teen the gift of her first sexy spanking and heard her first exclamation of arousal. I repeated the process on her othe
r ass cheek.

  Smack!

  SMACK!

  A rosy red handprint began forming on each of her cheeks, testimony to the spanking that was still ringing in my ears. I gripped her ass firmly and kneaded it like dough under my palm, squeezing and releasing, exposing her asshole and maybe her pussy every time, had I been at the right angle to see between her legs.

  My eyes shifted to the blonde, who had her arm around Emma almost protectively. I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers. The luxurious feel of her mouth was only accentuated by the fact that I knew she wasn’t interested in men. There was no way she’d let me do this if she was awake, or if Ava hadn’t worked her magic over the past week. How many guys had wanted to get her in the sack and failed? Was it even common knowledge around the school that she was a lesbian?

  That fact didn’t even matter anymore, this little teen was going to get her first cock in the pussy in the very near future, even though she had probably planned to never even touch one. With that thought I stood again to undress and then join the ranks of naked people in my bed after retrieving a tube of lubricant from my bedside table.

  After climbing back on the bed I shuffled over and straddled Emma’s upper legs, my hard cock twitching with excitement over her shapely ass every time my heart thudded in my chest. Without my hand pulling her ass cheeks apart her asshole and pussy were still hidden to me, but I opened the tube and squeezed a generous amount at the spot where the crack of her ass met the twin creases at the bottom of her cheeks and the top of her legs.

  Placing the lubricant carefully aside I reached down with my left hand and with fingers and thumb on either side of her ass, spread her apart again, seeing the reservoir of lubricant seep downwards as more area became available. Through the clear jelly I saw the pale pink of her virgin pussy lips, a sight she had planned on saving for her hypothetical new husband on her hypothetical wedding night. What a waste of valuable fucking-time that would have been.