Shirley James: Daddy_s darling

In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he seemed to like the prospect of going to bed with his own daughters. It was something that he had never tried before, but from what his sophisticated and sexually knowledgeable secretary had told him, it was an experience not to be missed. Hamilton Burns resolved silently to think about this more closely at the earliest possible convenience…

At the very moment that Hamilton Burns was meditating on the sexual potential of his two delightful young daughters, the objects of his thoughts were being kept rather busy indeed.

Daphne and Tricia Burns had been invited to a "slumber party", if you really wanted to call it that, at the home of their friend Patty Watson. Patty was well-known by all the kids in the neighborhood for being the roost sexually sophisticated. She'd been to bed with just about every boy in town, and she was thoroughly familiar with all the side trips, such as lesbianism and bondage and vibrators and enemas. Not only that, but her parents were notorious swingers, who never failed to smile benevolently upon anything their daughter did (in fact, more often than not they joined in). On this particular occasion, however, Patty's parents were off attending an orgy they'd been invited to, which meant that Patty and her guests were going to have the house all to themselves, to use in any way that they saw fit. When Daphne and Tricia arrived at her place for the slumber party, they had no idea what they were going to be doing all night. But they knew that it certainly wasn't going to be slumbering.

When the two girls walked in the door they found that most of the other chicks in the neighborhood were already there. But no guys, though. That certainly seemed odd, because even though both girls knew dozens of ways to have fun, each of those ways involved at least one boy, and preferably quite a few more than that.

"What's going on here?" Daphne Burns wanted to know, as soon as she and her sister had sized up the situation. "What happened to all the boys? Did their cocks fall off or something?" Blonde young Daphne was only sixteen, young and still fairly innocent, but it was easy to see that the girl was about to turn into a woman. "Hey, Patty, you didn't tell us that this was going to be an all-girl party."

Patty Watson, their genial hostess, and several of her voluptuous friends all seemed to think something extremely funny had been said. "The boys will be here soon enough," she promised the two new arrivals. "And I can promise you right now that they'll be well worth waiting for. But right now we've got a few other things planned that I think you'll both be interested in."

Tricia Burns, Daphne's older sister, made a face. "Oh my God, Daphne, don't tell me you're going to trot out that shitty old vibrator again. The last time I used that thing it nearly fell apart inside my cunt. No, Patty, if I'm gonna stick something between my legs then it fuckin' better be alive, that's all I can say." Red haired Tricia was already beginning to show the signs of maturity, of the casting-off of innocence and purity. Unlike her younger sister, Tricia had already turned to such grown-up pursuits as swearing, drinking, and smoking tobacco and pot. She hadn't gotten turned on to heavy drugs yet, but both sisters felt sure that it was only a matter of time. That seemed to be the main difference in the personalities of the two Burns girls: Daphne was basically simple and she liked her pleasures simple; plain ordinary sex with a minimum of kinkiness was enough to keep her happy indefinitely. Her seventeen-year-old sister Tricia was much more complex, though. Tricia loved sex, she liked it hard and she liked it heavy. But in Tricia's case sex wasn't nearly enough. She had to supplement it with generous helpings of just about every other kind of turn-on she could come up with. Tricia drew the line at, using broken-down vibrators, though, and she was now telling her friend Patty as much: "Damn it, girl, call up those boys and tell them to get their cocks over here pronto, because I'm in the mood for some sex and my sweet little pussy isn't going to wait too much longer."

"You'll get what you came for, all right," Patty Watson hastened to assure the older Burns girl. "But not in the way you planned. Not yet, anyway. We've been watching the way you get it on with some of the local guys, and you both do pretty good, but we figure we'd be doing you a favor if we turned you two on to a little side tripping. Daphne, Tricia, we think it's time that we turned you both on to some lesbian action!"

"Lesbian action? Are you for real?" Little Daphne was absolutely dumbfounded. "Hey, look, chicks, anything that turns you on is your business, and we wish you all the happiness in the world. But Tricia and I just don't want to get involved in it. Isn't that right, Trish?"

The older girl didn't answer for several seconds, and when she did there was an adventure some tone in her voice. "I don't know about that, Daph," she murmured. "Hell, it'll be a whole new kick and if we don't like it we can always give it up. But if you ask me it might turn out to be even better than getting screwed by a guy. At least this way we can't get pregnant."

"I can't get pregnant anyway," her sister replied. "I took my pill today." She giggled girlishly as a thought struck her. "Can you imagine the look on Daddy's face if he ever found out we were using contraceptives?" She giggled again. "I'll bet he thinks we're still virgins!"

"But you're not virgins and you never will be," the practical Patty pointed out. "The fact of the matter is that there are a half a dozen girls here who have been turning each other on all night and waiting for you two pussies to show up so that we can have some fun bringing you both out into lesbian action!"

Red haired Tricia shrugged casually. "Hell, Pat, I always said I'll try anything once if there's sex involved in it. I'm game if Daphne is, but I don't want to force her into doing anything she doesn't like." As the girl spoke she turned to her younger sister, "How about it, Daph? It could be fun and there's nothing to lose, since both our cherries went out the window a long time ago."

The younger blonde girl was on the verge of recoiling in horror. "Are you all sickles or something? I won't go to bed with my own sister; I think it's disgusting. Hey, I'd rather make it with my father, even though he's over thirty." As Daphne spoke she turned towards the door, giving the other girls an excellent view of her pert buttocks. "If some boys don't show up right this minute I'm going home."

"That's what you think," Patty Watson announced. "All the rest of us dig lezzy action and we think you ought to try it. So we're not letting either one of you out of this room until you fuck each other. And if you refuse that's okay too, because then we'll all line up and gang-bang you. So either way you have it coming."

Daphne was about to say something to call Patty Watson's bluff, but she saw the look of determination in the eyes of Patty and her friends, and she suddenly knew that they meant business… sexual business. "Well, Tricia," she remarked, turning towards her sister as she spoke, "I guess we might as well get it over with. What the heck, it might even turn out to be fun."

But Tricia Burns didn't answer. She was already busily engaged in taking off her clothes. Tricia had never gotten down with a member of her own sex before, and as she undressed she wondered why she hadn't thought of doing it sooner. Shit, she told herself, all the boys she knew seemed to get such a big kick out of screwing chicks, it was only right that she get a chance to find out what all the excitement was about. Hell, it might even turn out to be more fun than laying a guy. With every successive article of clothing that Tricia took off she could feel her internal desires for her younger sister getting hotter and hotter. She took off her flimsy panties and felt a delicious gust of warm summer air brushing against her pussy. Tricia closed her eyes dreamily and felt the juices beginning to stir and come to life inside the moist glistening honey-hole she had. She was naked now, and stood proud and erect before the envious glances of her friends. Tricia was one of the older girls in the neighborhood, and she was undoubtedly the possessor of the best body. Tricia knew about that, and made no attempts to hide it.