Shirley James - Daddy_s darling

And the very last thing that happened before she conked out was that she was thinking that she and Daphne would have to start doing this kind of thing more often. A whole lot more often.

And then Tricia went to sleep.

Daphne, meanwhile, had managed to muster up a few fragments of stamina, and was now busily engaged in staggering madly about the room, still stark naked. She could dimly make out the applause and the shouts of approval from Patty and the other girls, and she tried to acknowledge their comments and praise by nodding and waving modestly. She could hear the girls saying things like: "God, she's better than I thought," and "I'd like to be the next one to go down on her." Daphne felt herself wondering what it would be like to lezzy-fuck a few of these saucy young girls, and she told herself that it would certainly be worth her while, to take the time to find out.

And then she collapsed!

As things turned out, Daphne wasn't any more able to cope with all the excitement of this new kind of sex than her sister Tricia was. By this time they were both sprawled out on the floor, stark naked and snoring blissfully.

Patty Watson and the other girls looked on in admiration that was mingled with envy. All of them had been into lesbian action for quite some time now, but now along had come two total amateurs who had gone down on each other like a couple of old pros! It just didn't seem right to them somehow.

Patty swore silently to herself under her breath. "Damnation," she hissed. "It happens every time. When we first started fucking boys, Daphne and Tricia were better at it than the rest of us. Then when we got into dildos and vibrators, these two I bitches always managed to get off on them better than anybody else around here. And now we make them fuck each other, we make them get into I lesbian sex for the first time, and they turn out to be even better at it than we are. It just doesn't seem fair somehow. It just doesn't seem fair! We've got to figure out a way to get things back into their proper perspective."

Patty looked down sullenly at the two naked Burns sisters, blissfully slumbering. It suddenly occurred to her that she was jealous of these two little bitches. They were about the same age as Patty herself was, and about as good-looking as she was, but somehow both Tricia and Daphne had managed to have much more interesting, much more satisfying sex lives. And Patty didn't like that. She suddenly realized that she wanted to do something to these two pussies that would hurt them good.

The only question, though, was: what? What could she do? And then the answer came to her almost immediately tell the girls' father. Patty had met Hamilton Burns, and he looked to her like an extremely strict, straight-laced person. Most of the men Patty knew would have gone on a wild fucking spree if their wives had dropped dead suddenly, but Hamilton Burns had been a widower for several months now and as far as Patty knew he hadn't been getting any pussy at all. That would mean, then, that he was the kind of ultraconservative weirdo who frowned upon any kind of sex that wasn't between man and wife. Patty's sadistic little mind glowered maliciously as she began to conceive of the fun that everyone would have if Mister Burns were to find out that his two darling little innocent virgin daughters had been fucking and sucking every boy in town – and each other – for quite some time now.

Patty Watson started to laugh. This was good. Oh, this was so good she just couldn't keep it to herself. Giggling uncontrollably, Patty beckoned to one of her more trustworthy friends, a pert young fifteen-year-old named Laura Douglas. "Hey, Laura," she called out, "Come 'ere a sec."

The younger girl stepped forward eagerly, sensing by the look on her fun loving friend's face that something was afoot. "What do you want?" she asked Patty.

"Shhh, not so loud, or you'll wake the two Cherry Sisters there," Patty whispered. "Listen, Laura, I think it would be a great idea if just for the hell of it we were to let Mr. Burns, their father, sort of accidentally find out what his two daughters are doing. Accidentally on purpose, that is, if you dig what I mean."

Laura nodded to show that she understood. "I dig it. But how will we pull it off?"

"Well, that's where you come in, sweetie. This is my party and my house and I can't leave because everybody would get suspicious, especially since the boys haven't shown up yet. It's well known that I have, a, well shall we say, a fondness for the male sex!" She saw that her younger friend understood and continued. "Now, in a few minutes all the boys I invited are going to show up, just achin' to get their cocks into some sweet little pussy. As soon as they arrive. I'll wake up Irish and Daphne and I'll see to it that they match themselves up with the two biggest studs in the room. Then, as soon as the action starts to get really hot and heavy, with lots of fucking and sucking, I'll have you slip out and run over to their father's house."

"And then what?" Laura prompted, more and more excited as bigger and bigger sections of the scheme began to unfold before her eyes.

"And then it's very simple," Patty finished quickly. "You go dig up their old man and get really excited. Tell him you were at the slumber party at my house and Daphne and Tricia got into an accident or something and they've been hurt real bad. Tell him anything you like, but just get him over here double quick."

The younger girl nodded again. "And then what do we do?" she wanted to know.

"Don't you see?" Patty gloated. "That square old establishment father of theirs walks in here and sees his two innocent little daughters fucking and sucking to beat the band." Patty laughed again at the mere thought of it. "Shit, the sparks would be flying from here to China."

"I'm willing to go along with that," her friend Laura told her, "but, after all, this is your house, Patty, and it's your party. You'll be getting yourself into a lot of shit when your folks find out that you were staging an orgy over here."

Patty Watson laughed. "Shit, my parents are so fuckin' sexually liberated they wouldn't give a damn what I did. They might get a little mad, though, that I had put on an orgy and not invited them. But that's got nothing to do with it. The fact is that I wanna teach these two smug little pussies the lesson of their lives, and I'm askin' you to help me."

Laura nodded eagerly. "Well, you can sure as hell count me in," she assured her friend Patty. "When do we start?"

"First we have to wait for the boys to show up so we can get some fucking and sucking started," Patty replied. She heard a noise outside and looked up. "And something tells me that they're on their way right now."

And Patty was right. For at that very moment the door was opening and seven or eight boys their own age came running into the room. It was perfectly obvious from the adventuresome look on every single boy's face that they had come here for the purpose of obtaining some sexual pleasure… and that they expected to find it.

"Hi, boys, come on in," Patty called out eagerly. She was especially pleased to notice that two boys in particular, by the names of Robert and Al, had shown up. Of all the guys in the neighborhood, these two had the biggest reputation for being studs, and Patty had been looking forward to getting together with them for most of the day.

"Hey, you two dipshits, wake up," called out Patty's friend Laura, stretching out one foot to kick the still-sleeping figures of Daphne and Tricia. "Get up, you two. The cocks are here, and if you don't grab a couple while you can they'll all be gone."

"Huh? What?" Still slightly dazed from the effects of their first lesbian scene, Daphne was only half-awake, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with one fist. Tricia, on the other hand, was wide awake at the mere mention of the word "boys", and now she was glancing hungrily at the pieces of male flesh that stood before her, paying particular attention to the slowly tightening bulges in the crotches of the young boys' pants.