Home Early

My wife Andi and I are very busy. She's a lawyer and I have a thriving business which takes one or both of us out of town frequently. That was the case this weekend. I had meetings Friday in one town and a thousand miles further away on Monday; which meant another weekend of traveling and hotels. Andi's corporate client insisted on working through the weekend to meet a tight deadline so she was stuck away too. That left our two daughters home alone. It's not as bad as it sounds. Lauren just turned 18, a National Honor Society scholar, and heading off to college in a few months on a Track and Field scholarship. Emily is three years younger and is a very responsible not-quite 15. She's the spitting image of her mother with thick auburn hair, green eyes, and has me wrapped around her finger. If her mother wasn't there to stop me, my little Em would be the most spoiled girl on the planet. Anyway, Lauren is a good girl and she looks after her little sister.

We finished up a little late Friday and I had to rush to catch my flight. On the way to the airport, I got a call from my next client who told me they weren't ready and asked to delay our meeting. There was nothing I could do so we rescheduled. Having run into this a lot over the years, I always buy refundable tickets. As expected on a Friday afternoon, when I got to the airport I struggled to find a flight home. The only flight I could get that night flew east, stopping in Atlanta, then changing planes in Denver, and finally into LAX. At least the time change was working in my favor. I finally got off the plane at about 10:30. I got my bag and was in my car less than an hour later for the 45 minute drive home drive.

As I turned onto our street, I saw a couple of cars in front of our house. My kids know they aren't supposed to have guests over when we're not around but I breathed a little easier when I saw Ty's car. He's a nice young man who's been friends with Lauren since elementary school and has always been very respectful and protective of her. I didn't recognize the other one but I did recognize that the girls hadn't taken the trash cans in from the street and they'd been sitting there since Wednesday; when I'd called to remind them to put them out! I got out of my car, pulled my bags from the trunk, sat them by the car and started to roll the trash, yard waste, and recycling cans up to the gate. As I opened the gate, I heard voices and music down by the pool and I went to see who'd come over. As I made my way down the ten or so steps to our backyard, the voices became more distinct. There was Ty, I'd recognize his voice anywhere. I heard Jeff, which is no surprise since where you found Ty, you found Jeff. There was also a third guy, who sounded a little whiny, excited and almost squealing as he spoke. And I heard Lauren. She was giggling but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I rounded the corner and saw her.

For her last four years, every fall has been spent playing volleyball, the winter on the swim team, and the spring pole vaulting. She's firm and lean and right then, three horny young guys had their eyes locked on her. My little girl was topless, wearing a mint-green bikini bottom, her strawberry blond hair falling just short of her pink, up-turned nipples, that are perched on firm b-cups. Her tapering waist widened to hips that are wide enough to give a very feminine shape but narrow enough for her to look every inch the athlete she is. Her legs are long, trim, and just the right bit of muscle to not look masculine. She was a little unsteady and leaned against our outdoor kitchen that flanks the built-in gas grill. She was slowly running her fingers over the silver knob-shaped top of a Casa Nobel Anejo tequila bottle as if she was trying to make it cum.

Panicked by what I saw, I ducked behind the vine covered wood lattice that hides the pool mechanicals. I know I should have just broke it up and sent everyone home, but like some split-second reactions, I moved the wrong way and now I'm in and committed. I could have just yelled then or retreated back up the steps but instead I found myself in the perfect vantage point. I could see the entire pool deck between the leaves and I regretted it. Why didn't I just stop the party when I was standing there?

The whiney kid, who I don't know, was overly excited. He's an average looking guy. Maybe 5'10", 160 pounds, wearing baggy swim trunks. The only remarkable thing about him was his red hair. He was goading her, begging to do shots. She was ignoring him but smiling at Ty, sometimes biting gently on her lower lip with a lusting look in her eyes.

I could see Ty laying on one of the chaise lounges. He was at a 45 degree angle to me, facing away toward Lauren. If I moved to my left a few feet I could be less than two feet from him. As it was, I was maybe five or six and could see all of him. His lean, chiseled frame was wearing bright red board shorts and he had what was left of a beer hooked under his right forefinger. He's a young man but certainly not small; listed in the high school football programs as 6'7" and 250 pounds. He's one of the few black kids in our lily-white area and is as nice a person as you'll ever meet. But his big toothy grin was doing nothing to hide the look in his eyes. He was a lion and my little girl was a gazelle. The look in her glassy, tipsy eyes says she wanted to be hunted and brought down. And I was being drawn in by the hunt.

She reached over the counter and pulled out four red plastic cups. She could have gone around but this gave her a chance get up on her toes, bend over slightly, and push her ass toward the guys. The cut of the bikini bottom was a perfect compliment to her young, teen, ass. She paused as she grabbed the cups. With her feet slightly apart, you could see the slightest thigh gap and the material of her bikini pulled tight across her mound. It didn't last long as she went back to her heels. As she did her bikini rode up ever so slightly. Reflexively, she slid a finger under each side of her bottom and pulled the material tight. I doubt if most women understand how sexy that is but Jeff does. I could hear him mutter, "Oh fuck Lauren." He was seated in a deck chair with his back was to me and couldn't see him but the redhead's eyes were wide open and his jaw hung open.

She poured everyone a very long pull of my favorite tequila. She moved toward the redhead, with all four cups in her hands, and it was obvious she was drunk. I could see by the trash around the pool that they'd knocked off at least a 12-pack of beer, a bottle or two of wine, and now they're moving on to tequila. With her fingers pinching two cups together by the rims, she extended her arm to the whiner and handed him a drink. That asshole took the cup in one hand and pinched right her nipple with the other. She pulled her arms in to cover her tits, showed a slight smile, and told him to keep his hands to himself. Ty sat up and gave the redhead a look that clearly told him that he'd pay a price if Lauren needed the help. The whiny kid shriveled and quietly said, "Sorry Lauren." She pulled hands away from her chest, showed him her tits, smiled, and gave a very perky, "It's OK. You just surprised me."

It was obvious she was enjoying the attention. She turned to Jeff handed him his, walked over and gave Ty a cup, then went back and leaned on the counter. The redhead started chanting, "Shots. Shots. Shots." Lauren rolled her eyes and downed her drink in one long swallow and slammed her cup on the counter. Her face flushed and screwed-up into a look of pain mixed with disgust. She held the back of her hand to her mouth and gasped. The others followed her lead, downing theirs with coughs and groans. After she regained her composure she gave Ty a long look and reached behind the counter, turned up the music and started to dance.

Slowly at first she started to sway, then rotating her hips as she turned around and around in front of these guys. I was watching in disbelief and about to jump up when the redhead just started babbling.

"Do you see this?" and "Oh Shit!" and "Fuck!. Ohhhh fuck!"

All the while shes rubbing her tits, squeezing her nipples, with her eyes half-closed, moving with the music. I finally noticed movement from Jeff's chair. With his back to me I couldn't see, but it was obvious he was jacking-off. Lauren noticed too and smiled. She got closer to him and did her best, "Tiffany on the main stage" stripper routine. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she bent over and showed him her perfect little ass, her hair cascading over her face as she reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her bikini bottoms. I could hear her gasp and with her other hand she squeezed her tits. She threw her head back and her beautiful strawberry blond hair arced over onto her back. She looked over her shoulder at Jeff and licked her lips. She moved closer, putting her ass a fraction of an inch from his face. I'm sure he could smell her because an obvious dark spot was forming on her crotch as she soaked through her bathing suit. He pushed his nose against her and tried to nibble her mound but she pulled away. His hand was a blur as he pulled his meat. She turned to face him and leaned in. With her hair flowing down, hiding her face from everyone but Jeff, she pressed her tit against his lips and he sucked. He moved to the other side and licked and sucked her. She moaned while reaching down and rubbed his dick like she did the tequila bottle.

The whiny kid had his shorts completely off and was stroking his meat. It was a nice 7"er and he was going to town. Of course he couldn't shut-up. "When's my dance?" or "Mine's bigger than that little prick." She said nothing but dropped to her knees. The chair blocked my view but I could easily hear what was going on. I knew the second her lips touched his cock because Jeff let out a low moan and said, "Thank you." Then I heard Ty say, "Not again LJ."

He's the only one who calls her that and has since 6th grade when he heard her middle name was Jocelyn. But what does he mean not again. That froze me. I was only ten feet from my daughter who was drunk, on her knees, sucking a high school classmates cock. I knew she wasn't a virgin, she told her mother when she lost her virginity to a boy the summer before her junior year, but I didn't think she was a slut.

But there she was, grunting and slurping on his cock like a porn star. From the speed of her head moving up and down, it was obvious she wanted this to go quickly. And with as furiously as he stroked while she was dancing, I was surprised he hadn't already blown his load. But Jeff was making it last, coaching her along, "Look up at me. Let me see that pretty face" and "Just the tip." or "Lick my balls." and my ever obedient daughter did as she was asked.

The redheaded kid had moved over to watch and was obviously edging as he jerked off. He was maybe two or three feet from them and had finally shut-up. That is until he exploded, sending a stream of jizz arching through the air and landing on Lauren's right shoulder and in her hair. He kept stroking, dropping his load on my pool deck. Of course, he started talking again. Laughing, he said, "Did you see that? I coulda' put an eye out." and "That would have blown the back of her head off." No one was listening to him; least of all Jeff.

For Jeff, it ended as abruptly as it started. He grunted something unintelligible, grabbed the back of Lauren's head and came. He bucked a few times, sighed, and let her go. After a few more slurps her head came up, her face wet with saliva and cum. She sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth. She looked over at the redhead and saw an inch long tendril of cum hanging from his cock. She beckoned him over and took his softening dick in her mouth and cleaned the tip. The smile on his face is almost as big as hers when she stood up, pulled him close, and kissed him. By the time he realized her tongue, now buried in his mouth, was coated with Jeff's and his cum, it was too late. He finally pushed her away and she was laughing hard. He tried to act mad but there was something about him; he was either thrilled by her kiss or was thinking about the taste of cum because his protests were weak. Lauren slapped him a little too hard on the balls and laughed. It was obvious this was all foreplay for her as she turned toward Ty.

"I don't like you like this.", he said.

"Why? You know it's just sex. I'm on the pill and we're all friends."

"I know but you're my buddy. You're sweet. I want to protect you. I feel...feel bad when you act this way."

"But I don't feel bad. Why feel bad? I need sex. Everybody needs sex. Don't you need pussy?", she asked.

As she reached him, she straddled his lap and started to grind. The chaise started to creak and groan as she dry humped him. He was sucking her tits and rubbing her ass as her pace and intensity built. She kept pushing her hair out of her face and then finally sat up on him. She pulled a green scrunchie off of her wrist and pulled her hair into a tight pony tail. With that distraction out of the way, she went back and humped him, sucked his nipples, put her hands on his chest, and worked to get him hard and keep herself wet. She was enjoying it. Pleasure showed on her face and even the skin on her chest began to flush. Her Mom gets the same way when shes building to orgasm. Roughly a vee from her shoulders down to between her boobs almost glows when Andi is moving toward cumming. But I only see it if I spent 15 minutes eating her pussy. Lauren was just dry humping. She was having a great time when Ty stopped her and reached down to pull off his shorts. While they're moving around, I move too; getting as close as I could. Lauren had untied the string securing his shorts and started to pull them down. What happened next made me gasp and almost give myself away.

When his cock sprang free I thought it was some sort of optical illusion. Sure, I'd seen porn with hung black guys before, but I'd seen pictures of the Grand Canyon too, but you never really appreciate it until you see it in person. I don't know how big it was but it was almost frightening. Lauren, who's tall for a girl at just over 5'10", couldn't close her hands around it. She couldn't open her mouth far enough either, but she sure tried.

Looking through the vines, only a couple of feet away, I saw her lick the head of his cock, put as much of the head into her mouth as her jaw allowed, with her eyes rolling back in her head, her cheeks collapsed in, shed suck him. She was swirling her tongue and bobbing as much as she could. She'd let it slip from her mouth and jerk him as she looked up at hip; up at me too but she didn't know it. She'd lick his massive balls and push her tongue deep between his legs. With his balls resting on her nose, Ty's expression told me everything I needed to know. Her tongue was licking his ass as he stroked his gargantuan cock. She emerged with an unmistakable look on her face. She needed to be fucked and fucked now. She stood up and wiggled out of her bathing suit.

What she revealed was a bush perfectly trimmed in the shape of a heart and dyed bright pink. She has the most gorgeous hair, why she wanted bright pink I don't know but there it was. I could also see she was ready. Her pussy was swollen and wet. She stepped over Ty and pulled his cock away from his body and started to lower herself onto him. As the head first made contact, she paused. The look on her face made me think she was trying to relax. She let her weigh fall on him and an inch or two disappeared. Wincing, she stopped and pulled off of him. Rubbing her clit, she tried again. This time a little more slid in but she had to stop. She'd rub her clit and wiggle and make a little progress. Then she'd try leaning forward, then backward. She was determined to make this work. After seven or eight tries, half of his cock slid into her. The look on her face was pure magic. I was so glad she put up the pony tail because her face had taken on the look of pure pleasure. Her nipples were sticking out and her chest was bright red. She began to ride him. As she lifted herself up and down on his cock it looked like she just couldn't take it all. She whimpered and moaned as her sopping pussy slid over him. After only a dozen strokes or so, she lifted herself off. It was obvious that doing squats over is cock was going to be too much work. She turned her back to him and he got the hint. She got on all fours, facing away from me, and he moved in behind; not before I got to see her.

Her pussy lips were red and swollen; ready to be fucked. From the top of her ass to the middle of her thighs was glazed with her pussy juice; just like her mother. With her chest down on the chaise, her ass up in the air, and her face turned my direction, Ty climbed in behind her. She'd reached between her legs and was trying to spread herself with her fingers as the tip of his cock touched her. He pushed and she swallowed hard. I couldn't see how far he went on the first stroke but her face told the story. I'm not sure how to describe her expression. The best I can do is shock and awe. Her eyes were wide and she was gasping, but not gasping in panic. He retreated and thrust again. Each time she'd blink and stare into the distance, gasping, or squealing. Slowly his tempo increased. I have no idea if he was plunging deeper but she was responding. Every push was met by her squealing and moaning. Her face would twist up, or she'd bite her lip, or look off in the distance as if transported out of body. She was grabbing the edges of the chaise pad as her childhood friend fucked her. That's what this was. Fucking.

I looked over and saw that the redheaded kid was jacking off again. Jeff was watching but his dick was soft. I looked around and thought I saw movement on the second floor. Was that Em's curtain pulled back? Her room was down the hall from the master and looked out over the pool. I'd forgotten all about her. I hope she hasn't seen all of this but I can't see how anyone could sleep through her sisters yelping. No, her curtain is closed. I must have imagined it.

But I wasn't imagining Lauren and Ty. She got vocal and between squeaks, grunts, and moans, she was talking to Ty.

"Fuck me, You know I need it." she'd say.

"I'm cumming again. Your cock is magic."

And finally, "Shove it in me. All of it."

He obliged but his thrusts were too much. She started crying. Through her tears, she begged him to keep going and he did. I wanted to jump up and save her but it was clear that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted to be fucked. After five or six full thrusts Ty grabbed her hips and froze, balls deep in her pussy. He was cumming. He filled her and let his cock fall free. As it dropped out, I saw her pussy, gaping from his huge cock, and cum starting to slowly flow from her completely and totally satisfied cunt. I should have been mortified by I was entranced. That was possibly the sexiest sight I'd ever seen.

The whiny kid was still jacking off, Jeff was staring at Lauren, and Ty was trying to catch his breath, so I made my exit. I slipped back up the side stairs to the gate. I gave them about three or four minutes and made a loud entrance to the gate, completer with expletives about trash cans and lazy kids. I spent a few minutes at the top loudly fussing with the cans before I started down the stairs. I made a show of complaining about my day and how tired I was.

This time when I rounded the corner, Lauren was dressed...barely. She was still more than a little tipsy and had put her bikini top on inside out. The crotch of her bottom was a mess. I don't know if it was her juice or Ty's but her bikini was sopping wet. Her knees were red and her hair was a mess. The redheaded kid was still sporting a hard-on plainly visible through his shorts, Jeff looked tired, and Ty...well Ty looked satisfied and a little guilty.