“Fuck!” You better get Graham and Sue from Marketing too. And some of their team. In the conference room in ten minutes," I ordered as I punched the button on my phone.
“Is this one of your brilliant ideas?” I demanded down the line to my ex.
“Doesn’t it make you just so proud?” the excited voice of Celeste Moon, the ex Mrs. Scouries asked me. “To see our little girl fighting for the future of our planet.”
“Yes Ms. Moon, it really makes my day to see my innocent little daughter prancing around nude on every TV and computer in the country,” I said sarcastically, my voice rising louder with each word.
“We always agreed Brad that she shouldn’t be ashamed of her body,” my ex, a born again hippie, a girl who’d been raised on a commune, and who, after four years at Harvard and then seven married to me and living in San Francisco, had retired to the commune she’d been raised on with my daughter.
“That doesn’t mean she had to become the naked poster girl for wacky eco terrorists,” I said softly and clearly, knowing it was pointless to get angry with Celeste. “Was it your idea? She was supposed to be at Dartmouth this week.”
“I was as surprised as you. She and David Osborne told me this morning. The whole group was here-”
“David fucking Osborne,” I yelled down the line, finally realizing who the bearded leader of the group was. “I knew I recognized that prick…”
“He graduated from Cal Berkley last May…then he brought a group from school back with him…they’re all environmentalists,” my ex told me. “Melissa’s been hanging out with them a lot this summer.”
“He’s a little jerk, always was,” I said as I remembered the little brat who used to run wild around the commune fifteen years earlier when I still used to visit it. And then a truly revolting thought hit me. “Is he fucking Melissa?” I demanded as disgusting visions of my virginal daughter being ravaged by this ugly, bearded hippy flooded into my mind. As I talked I clicked through various Internet sites until I found a picture of David from the press conference in the woods.
“I don’t think so,” my ex said unconvincingly.
“The guy’s got a tiny little dick…god, it almost looks deformed…why would she want to sleep with him?” I demanded.
“Size isn’t everything Brad…just because you’re built like a-”
“If he’s put his cock in Mel I’ll fucking cut it off and then hang it from his bloody tree,” I promised.
“She’s just trying to protect our forests Bradley…to stop your rich friends from cutting down every tree in this state,” Celeste said angrily.
“My friends? They are not my fucking friends! And the hell with you too,” I hissed back down the line.
“What are you going to do? She’s your daughter…You’re not really mad at her are you?”
“Of course I’m mad at her. She doesn’t have the bloody courtesy to tell her father what’s going on in her life?…I’m going down there to see her this afternoon…why the fuck are these idiots letting them cut down the trees anyway? What’s Arnold thinking; they’re a bloody national treasure.”
“That’s just what Melissa said,” my ex said grimly.
*****
Five minutes later I was sitting in the boardroom with my V.P.’s of Marketing and Public Relations plus seven of their smart young people. The V.P.’s were scowling while their underlings were smiling, talking among each other excitedly as they worked away on their laptops.
I started with my secretary. “I’m going down there as soon as we finish here; call the helipad and make sure they’re ready for me.”
“Yes sir.”
“I want a Winnebago or something up there too…fully equipped…a cook,” I ordered, then remembering added, “and a guard…an armed guard. Call Stan in security and arrange something. I want that tree protected 24/7.”
I could see the curiosity in everyone’s eyes as I spoke. “She’s gotta eat…I mean what the hell can she cook seventy feet up in the air?”
“I think they eat dried fruit and nuts sir, they’re usually vegetarians,” one bright eyed marketing genius offered. He’d certainly never met my meat eating daughter.
“What’s the guard for sir?” a fairly new employee, Ashley, a short haired blond girl who looked like she was sixteen, asked me.
“To make goddam sure no wild grizzly bear gets the idea into its pea sized brain to climb the effing Scouries tree and eat my little daughter.”
“I don’t think there are any bears around there sir,” another whiz kid told me.
“She’s not that little sir,” another added. I knew whose naked pictures this soon to be unemployed prick had been watching all morning.
“Or one of the fifty thousand registered sexual perverts that roam our wonderful state,” I added in a voice that ended any further discussion.
“I’ll get right at it sir,” Patty promised as she got up to go.
“Wait a sec,” I ordered.
“Yes sir?”
“Just how exactly is my daughter keeping herself up in this wonderful Scouries tree? Do they have a platform to sit on or something?”
For seconds no one answered before finally a kid at the other end of the table tentatively raised his hand.
“I don’t think I’ve met you before,” I said as I looked over at him.
“Greg. Greg Williams…in marketing…I just started three months ago sir. Cornel M.B.A.,” he said proudly, then added, “We all think you’re daughter is setting a wonderful example sir.” All the others at the table smiled and nodded their heads in agreement at this ass kissing comment.
“And do you know happen to know what’s holding these seven people up in these trees Greg?” No one missed the impatience in my voice.
“I checked sir. This morning after I heard…” he stammered.
“And,” I encouraged.
“Mainly ropes and pulleys sir. They have small platforms but they sleep in harnesses I believe.”
“Jesus,” I muttered as a vision of my naked daughter swinging at the end of a rope seventy feet above the ground flashed into my brain. “Patty, call Mario Caputo, tell him I want him to go with me on the helicopter…that I have an urgent job for him. Today! Tell him to drop everything.”
“The contractor?”
“Yes,” I said dismissing her. Then I turned to the people around the table and asked, “So you’re the experts, how’s this going to affect ScouriesComputer anyway?”
As it turned out we had a difference of opinion. My V.P.’s were scared shitless and wanted to distance us as far as possible from the story. “What if they have bombs or something?” my senior P.R. man even asked.
“My daughter the mad bomber?” I replied.
However, the seven twenty-something year olds around the table, recent grads from the best schools in America, saw the whole enterprise in a different light. Surprisingly, and unanimously, they agreed with the ’tree huggers’ goals, agreed that it was time to stop the despoiling of our natural resources.
“They always want more,” Ashley said without specifying who ’they’ were. She didn’t have to – we all knew. “You know sir, I just wanted to take off my clothes in solidarity when I heard the news this morning…right at my desk…I was so proud I worked for a company that cares,” she added as her confreres around the table nodded their heads in agreement.
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I couldn’t help checking her out as she talked…cutest face imaginable…great little tits…
“And from a business standpoint it may make sense too sir,” Greg from Cornel offered.
“Why?” I challenged while realizing I was secretly happy we had people like this working for the company.
“The comments on just about every site are positive sir, like ten to one for. And not just Americans! People everywhere, England, Australia, India, heck even China…they’re all thanking us.”
“We’re getting e-mails…thousands already…saying the same thing,” someone else enthused.
“But what about sales? That’s what pays our salaries,” I challenged grimly.
“It’s too soon to say sir,” Greg the numbers guy quickly replied. “But there’s already been a measurable uptick…we’ll know more by tomorrow morning.”
“Some of those trees have been here five hundred years Mr. Scouries…five hundred years!” Blond Ashley insisted. I knew she didn’t give a shit about sales and yet couldn’t summon up any anger towards her.
“There’s another thing sir,” Greg interrupted. “Guess who’s one of the people involved in the project. One of the people who is planning on building a twenty-five thousand square foot mansion right about where the ‘Scouries Tree’ is now standing?” Looking around the table I could see that none of the others had any idea.
“Who?” I finally asked.
“None other than the owner of our largest competitor – Mr. William Cates,” Greg said smugly, stunning every one at the table.
“That cocksucker!” I spat out angrily and then, my decision made, announced, “There is no way that little prick is going to cut down my tree.” People started to clap.
“I’m going to fight them ladies and gentlemen. But the company is something else. Jobs are at stake. I can take a leave of absence-”
“It’s our forest too sir. All of ours,” Ashley announced. “All our employees…our customers-” Everyone at the table were nodding their heads in agreement.
“You really think we should back them? Openly? Officially?” I finally asked everyone at the table. And although I could see that my V.P.’s were nervous it was equally clear that we all wanted to. Especially since every one of us hated Cates with a passion.
“We’ll decide tomorrow,” I finally decided. “Once we’ve seen the overnight sales, the press reaction. After I’ve made sure they don’t have any bombs,” I said with a grin as I stood up. “I want you guys working together…a marketing…a P.R. plan ready for me tomorrow by ten. Okay?” I asked the room as my eyes moved around the table, stopping momentarily on every person. Everyone knew we were going ahead.
“Sir…Mr. Scouries,” I heard just after I’d turned towards the door.
“Yes Ashely?” I asked as I turned back to the beaming beauty.
“I just want to say I’m so proud to work for you sir…for ScouriesComputers…and please tell your daughter that there are thousands of people backing her…and…and that my friends and I will be down there this weekend to support her and help protect the Scouries tree.”
“Will you be clothed or naked Miss Boone?” I asked with a smile but had to fight the tear forming in the corner of my eye.
“I’ll be happy to take off my clothes to save a five hundred year old tree,” she answered in total sincerity. This little girl was too perfect for words.
“I’ll drive you down Ashley,” I heard Greg, my Cornel M.B.A., offer as I left the room. And couldn’t help but wonder just what was motivating him, the prospect of Ashley’s naked tush or his desire to save the forest.
Ten minutes after the meeting had ended I was strapped into the front seat of the company helicopter that had just landed on the front lawn of the ScouriesComputerInc company campus. Mario Caputo, the contractor who’d build my new house and had worked for me for years, was already in the back seat. I briefed him as we flew south and just forty-two minutes later, just after three p.m. in the afternoon, we set down in a clearing about a half mile from the ‘Scouries Tree’. Patty had arranged to have us met by an ATV and within minutes I was deposited seventy feet below my daughter at the base of the now famous tree. Leaving Mario at the bottom I started to climb.
“Who’s there?” I heard called down through the leaves above me. My daughter’s voice. “Is that you David?”
I didn’t answer as I struggled up the rope ladder that looked like it might break at any second. “DAAAAADDY!” my daughter squealed when my head finally popped through the leaves five feet below her. One of her hands flew to her groin and the other to her chest as she tried to cover herself. She was standing on what looked like a three foot by six foot, half inch thick plywood sheet that was precariously placed in a nook of the tree formed by two branches and the tree trunk. She had a rope halter around her waist.
“A little late for modesty my dear Melissa,” I said as I pulled myself up onto the sheet. I was gasping from the climb.
“What are you doing here?” my daughter demanded haughtily.
“Well I was planning on flying to Dartmouth next weekend to see how my kind, wonderful, considerate, intelligent, hard working daughter was doing … the daughter I love and who I’ve always believed loved me…but then I heard about the famous Scouries tree and so I figured I’d just come down here and check out the naked girl who was sitting in my tree.”
“I didn’t-” my daughter started, a little pout on her lips. Then she stopped in mid sentence, a blush blooming on her cheeks. I just waited her out. Second after second. She broke first. “I do love you. I shoulda told you…I know I should have daddy. But-”
“But what effing what?” I demanded. Then the bloody plywood sheet started to teeter! “Christ!” I yelled as I grabbed my daughters hand to steady myself. Slipping on the sheet of plywood I quickly found myself scrambling to save myself from a seventy foot fall and ended up with my feet on one of the large branches and my butt up against the trunk of the tree with my startled and naked daughter, who was at the extreme limit of her rope harness, in my arms.
“Mario, get up here now,” I ordered into the walkie-talkie I quickly grabbed from my belt as I franticly held on to Melissa. “Hurry!”
“Mario?” my daughter asked.
“You are not staying here tonight,” I promised as I hugged my daughter even tighter.
“I was fine until you came,” Melissa said huffily as we both tried to regain our balance. Then she said, “Mr. Caputo?” when Mario’s head popped up through the foliage.
“Afternoon Miss Scouries,” he greeted as he shyly tried to avert his eyes.
“But…I mean…what are you…Daddy?” Melissa stammered as her eyes jumped back and forth between us.
I said nothing as I watched Mario take in Melissa’s new home. “Jesus,” he finally muttered as he slowly shook his head. “Are you trying to kill yourself Miss?”
“It’s perfectly safe,” she insisted but I could see a concern growing in her eyes as hers followed his.
“You’re going to live up here twenty-four hours a day for how long?” Mario asked as he slowly shook his head. “Heck, you know better than that Miss S,” he scolded.
“All of us are in the same boat,” my daughter responded. “It’s to save these trees for future generations, don’t you understand? We didn’t have much time…we had to rush.”
“I understand miss. I also understand there won’t be any future Scouries generations if you fall out of this tree…or if you freeze to death,” he added as he let his eyes roam over Mel’s naked body.
“I have a blanket,” Melissa started to explain before I cut her off.
“If she’s going to stay up here Mario,” I said, knowing my daughter could be as stubborn as my ex, “we better build a platform, eight by ten, maybe even ten by twelve…with walls…maybe aluminum floor plate over an aluminum structural base. Put a rug on it…get a better ladder…a satellite dish for communications… maybe some kind of awning she can unroll if it starts to rain.” I didn’t tell either of them but I’d already decided I’d be camping up out here too and wanted to make sure I had some creature comforts. “I’ll want a futon or something up here too,” I ordered.
“Are you crazy daddy? We’re trying to save the trees, not fill them with furniture, not kill them.”
“Won’t hurt it miss,” Mario explained as he pulled a digital, laser measuring tape out of his pocket and started to get measurements, clearly interested by the challenge. Within two minutes the three of us were sitting on a wide branch with our feet dangling out into open air as Mario entered the measurements into the Building Design program he had on his laptop.
Melissa, who was hoping to become an architect some day, was as fascinated as I, an Engineer by education, was. We both peppered him with questions and suggestions as he worked.
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“But it’ll take too long to build…it’ll be impossible to get it up here,” were Melissa’s final objections as we looked at the final 3-D plan of the proposed platform.
“Just small beams and decking miss, aluminum…hardly weighs anything…we lift it up in four or five parts…piece of cake. I built tree houses more complicated when I was a boy.”
“But it’ll take days-”
“All this stuff ’s in stock miss…some sawing…mechanical joining when its up in the tree…heck, I’ll download this to the shop as soon as I get back to the helicopter…it’ll be finished by midnight,” he mused aloud as his brain worked through the problems.
“Could you fly it up tonight…say before it got light next morning?” I asked, trying to forestall any more objections from my daughter. “We could install it at first light, before anyone was the wiser.”
“Miss Scouries can’t stay up here tonight though,” he insisted as he looked from Mel to me.
“But I can’t leave the tree, I promised the others,” she objected, “not until the bastards agree to our manifesto.”
“We won’t tell anyone you’ve left,” I argued. “Mario, you better get going…get them to drive you back to the helicopter…call me when you’re back in your plant. I’ll take care of Miss Scouries. She definitely won’t be spending the night up here.”
“Yes sir,” he said, then slipped off the branch and swung onto the ladder and then almost immediately disappeared down into the foliage.
“You’re staying?” my daughter asked.
“You don’t think I’m leaving the Scouries tree all alone do you?”
“It’s the Melissa Scouries tree, it’s not yours,” my daughter insisted with a grin. “Where are you going to stay anyway? Are you going to sleep on the ground or something?”
“No my darling daughter I’m not. In fact your father, and you too by the way, are going to sleep in the forty foot deluxe, Winnebago motor home that just happens to be parked just over there,” I answered as I pointed downward through the leaves. “And while we eat a meal prepared by a chef that the estimable Miss Summers has arranged for us, an armed ScouriesComputerInc Guard will patrol the environs and protect my tree.”
“It’s my tree,” Mel laughed.
“Our tree,” I agreed, “now let’s get out of here.”
“I don’t want anybody to see me leave,” Melissa delayed.
“I’ll go first…call you when the coast is clear,” I promised as I swung onto the ladder and slowly started down. I was standing at the foot of the ladder, holding it steady, when, minutes later, I saw my daughter appear about twenty-five feet above me. Well, I saw her legs first, round runners calf’s that led up to long, well developed hamstrings which disappeared into two firm but perfectly rounded cheeks… And with each rope step she descended her inner thighs split for a second and exposed her vaginal lips and a hint of the pinkness between them.
“Don’t you have any clothes?” I hissed when her feet were about five feet above my head. My eyes hadn’t left her slowly descending crotch for one second. My cock was boiling under my denim jeans. For my bloody daughter for crying out loud.
“It’s a nude protest daddy,” Mel answered back, but then, as she turned to look down, her foot slipped and she was suddenly hurtling outwards and down, shrieking out a, “Caaaaatch me daddy.”
Well I sorta caught her. I ended up flat on my back on the ground with my naked daughter atop me, her pink tipped breasts in my face, seemingly trying to smother me.
“Are you all right,” I dimly heard through the soft flesh covering me.
Opening my mouth to speak I somehow swallowed half of a perfectly shaped breast. Unconsciously my tongue wetly snaked out and found and then stroked the pebbly nub at its tip. Tasted it before my lips hungrily closed and sucked. My cock was throbbing against her thigh.
“Oh Daaaaaddy,” a muffled groan sounded in my ear but Melissa didn’t move for seconds, even seemed to push her body even harder against mine. Finally she urgently pulled back and sat up. “Oh Daddy, I’m so sorry…are you alright? Did I hurt you?” she asked as she sat astride my chest, her pink slit a bright inviting gash easily visible through her dark pubic triangle just inches from my face. But there was something else besides concern in her soft brown eyes. Desire? Huh? My eyes quickly tracked back to her pink insides. My tongue hungrily slipped out from between my lips.
“Mr. Scouries…sir…are you hurt?” The voice came from the guard I’d brought from town. He was rushing across the clearing towards me, gun drawn.
“Yeah, don’t shoot Joe. No problem, this naked girl just for a second thought she was Tarzan…in fact she’s my daughter,” I finished as I sat up, having been freed by Melissa who’d jumped to her feet. One of her hands modestly covered her groin.
“I know sir,” he said as he glanced at his boss’s naked child. Whose nipples, incredibly long nipples as it turned out, were standing erect.
“It’s cold,” she answered to the unasked question in both Joe’s and my eyes as she covered her chest with her free hand.
“Melissa, this is Joe Morgan, he’s with our company security unit. Joe, this is Melissa.”
“Hi Joe,” my daughter said, then after hesitating, offered him her hand. The one that had been covering her little triangle of dark pubic hair. He actually started to redden.
“It’s unsafe up there Joe, Melissa’s going to sleep in the Winnebago tonight. The only one allowed anywhere near the tree is Mario and his crew…they should be here sometime around dawn. Do not tell anyone Miss Scouries has decamped for the night.”
“Yes sir.”
“And you do understand your instructions Joe?”
“Yes sir. No one goes up this tree without yours or Miss Scouries approval.”
“Exactly. Do you have someone to spell you,” I asked as I took Mel’s arm and prepared to lead her off.
“My brother Phil…we’re going to split the shifts…is that OK?”
“Perfect,” I agreed as I started to move off.
“Shoot to kill sir?” He asked eagerly.
“Only if it’s necessary Joe, only if it’s necessary.” I agreed as I pulled my daughter away. Joe’s eyes lit up as he fondled his gun. A beautiful naked girl and a sanction from the boss to shoot to kill. The kid was in heaven.
The motor home that Patty had managed to rent for us on such short notice was one of those fancy, fully equipped touring homes that are all the rage among touring rock stars these days. Behind the drivers compartment was a well equipped kitchen which was open and led into a richly appointed living room. At the back was a large bedroom with a king size bed. We were greeted at the door by a white clad chef and the aroma of a perfectly cooked roast of beef.
“Roast beef?” my naked daughter excitedly asked the chef.
“Yes miss,” he answered brightly without even a glance down toward my daughter’s charms. “And you must be the wonderful Mr. Scouries,” he lisped as he turned to greet me.
*****
“The idea was mine,” my daughter admitted between sips of the soup that was steaming in bowls in front of us. Our cook, one Jeremy by name, had set out our food and then departed, after promising to be back by eight the next morning to prepare our breakfast.
“Your idea? But I thought pretty boy Osborne was the brains behind this brilliantly conceived plan,” I said mockingly. Melissa started to laugh. All she was wearing was one of my dress shirts, a blue striped Egyptian cotton shirt that was one of the things Patty had thrown into bag she’d packed for me before I’d left San Francisco.
“It’s not funny,” I chastised and then warned, “And I want to know exactly what you and Mr. Osborne have been up to this summer.”
“You don’t think he and I-” she started, a look of dismay on her face. “C’mon daddy, I got more… jeeeeze…we’re comrades, not lovers!”
“Your mother said,” I mumbled.
“They’re friends; I hung out with them this summer. But I wasn’t doing…we weren’t doing anything like that! David’s with Gretchen.”
“Gretchen?”
“The thinnish girl.”
“So why’d you get involved then?” I finally asked.
“They’ve been talking all summer about getting involved in an ‘ECO’ action, in participating in the fight. But they were sorta drifting… they’re nice but they don’t have-”
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“Have any bloody brains,” I supplied for my daughter. “That guy’s been a jerk since he was five years old,” I added, still pissed off at him even though he wasn’t sleeping with Mel. “And he’s got a small dick too.”
“Dadddy!” Melissa protested and sent a spray of soup flying as she started to giggle.
“So you supplied the brains?” I asked.
“I didn’t mean to but then somebody mentioned something to me two weeks ago when I was in San Francisco getting ready for school.”
“Not when you were staying with me?”
She nodded yes and continued on, “I was having lunch with Sue and her brother, you know, the one who works for that big architect firm. Anyway, over lunch he mentioned he was part of a design team preparing plans for a new house for Mr. Cates. And knowing you and Mr. Cates aren’t the best of friends I figured I’d get the lowdown for you. And then he told me where the house was going to go! And guess what? It was going to be one of thirty billionaire’s estates that were going to be built in the middle of a virgin stand of Sequoias on the cliffs overlooking the Pacific.”
“Oh, he was so proud. You know dad, I used to think he was quite a nice guy. But what an asshole! He drew it for me on a napkin, blithely admitted they’d have to cut down about half the trees…an architectural triumph he called it. I coulda killed him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded when she’d finished.
“I got right in my car and drove to the commune. Talked to the group. Told them everything. I told them we had to act…Sue’s brother had said that the developer already had zoning and site approval. That workers would be going into the woods within weeks. Politicians had been paid off daddy,” my daughter said indignantly between slurps. “We didn’t have much time to plan,” she admitted.
“I’ll sue the bastards,” I promised, now almost as pissed off as my daughter was.
“So you’re not mad at me?”
“Of course I am. Jeeze Mel, I woulda had them in court the day I heard…called the Governor…put the whole bloody thing on-line…I woulda kicked that Bill Cates ass from here to…”
*****
It was just after nine when we finally finished dinner and had cleared up. “You take the bedroom,” I instructed as I led my shirt clad daughter to the back of the Winnebago.
“Where are you going to sleep?” Melissa asked as she opened the door.
“The couch,” I answered with a shrug.
“Oh my gawd!” my daughter exclaimed as she took in the luxurious room that faced us, then leapt up onto the opulently covered bed. “The sheets are silk,” she added after pulling back the gold embroidered crimson bedspread and exposing bright red sheets. “Where’d you get this thing from anyway? A whorehouse?” she asked.
“I think some rock star had it,” I answered with a grin. What did my daughter know about whorehouses I wondered to myself.
“There’s room for six in this bed…you can sleep here tonight,” My daughter announced. I protested. We argued back and forth for a couple of minutes before we agreed that yes there was lots of room in the bed and I was being stupid. And so, five minutes later we were tucked innocently under the sheets, Mel wearing my shirt and yours truly just in my boxers.
Except I was nervous. That day, for the first time in my life I’d seen my daughter as a sexual being. And now I was in bed with her. Sure it was all innocent but still… the feel of her naked body on top of me after she’d fallen from the tree still resonated inside me. The desire I’d felt. Suddenly, as we lay side by side on our backs on the bed, I felt her roll from her back towards me so her body was suddenly pressed against mine.
“Are you still awake?” I heard whispered. I could feel Melissa’s breath on my cheek.
“Uh huh,” I whispered as I opened my eyes and then rolled to my side to face her. My cock leapt upward under my shorts.
“I love you daddy,” she said as she snuggled even closer to me. There was no way now she could miss my penis as it poked angrily against her thigh.
“Me too sweetie…now go to sleep,” I ordered even as she adjusted her body so that my penis was momentarily released, allowed to lift up against my stomach before she moved back against me and trapped it between us.
“Night,” she whispered then lightly kissed my lips.
“Night honey,” I answered as a tremor of sexual need rolled like a wave through my body.
Then, minutes later, just as I was nodding off, Melissa softly spoke deep in my ear, “I’m still a virgin daddy.”
“What? What did you say?” I sputtered, suddenly completely awake. “You can’t be…I mean the commune …your boyfriends,” I argued out loud even as my brain considered the possibility. It was impossible I quickly decided.
“I am, I promise,” she insisted. “I can prove it,” she added.
“Prove it?”
“Tomorrow, I’ll show you tomorrow, now lets get some sleep,” she said, then turned onto her stomach. Some sleep? For minute after minute I lay next to her, my mind racing. How could she be a virgin? Was it possible? In this day and age? Why? Didn’t she like boys? Was she a lesbian? A hundred questions echoed through my brain even as my cock hardened again and reached toward her skin. Her virgin skin? The thought made my cock throb in desire. But somehow I finally slept.
“Unhhhh,” I heard myself groan as the first spurting buck of my cock brought me abruptly to consciousness. “Jesus,” I muttered as I felt another load of cum rush up my cock and explode outward. Christ, I don’t do wet dreams anymore I told myself as I slowly came awake. Then felt the soft hand pumping me. “What…who,” I mumbled as my eyes opened. My lips were suddenly covered as my penis continued to spew out thick strands of my cum. I could see nothing in the darkness.
“Its warm,” my daughter whispered into my mouth as she released my lips. “Your cum,” she added.
“Melissa?” I asked, still barely conscious. Then remembered. “Don’t baby…stop…you can’t…I’m your father,” I pled even as her hand pumped the last drops from my throbbing penis.
“You were poking me daddy…in your sleep. You woke me…you said my name…Melissa… then you said it again. It was against my bum daddy…I thought-”
“Thought what?” I asked as I realized Melissa was naked, that while I’d slept she’d shucked the shirt she’d been wearing.
“I’m sticky…everywhere,” my daughter complained as I felt her hand moving between our bodies, seemingly spreading my gobs of cum over her stomach and chest and thighs.
“Don’t…stop Mel,” I protested as I felt her sticky hand move over my chest. Then felt it move upward, her wet fingers caressed my cheek once and then I heard a sucking sound escape her lips. “No, don’t Mel,” I pled. I knew she was licking my seed from her fingers.
“It tastes funny…different than what I thought it would,” she finally said, then gently placed a finger over my lips to silence me. “It’s good.”
“We have to clean up, I’ll get a washcloth,” I answered as I tried to escape the warmth of her young body.
“Tomorrow, when we wake…stay daddy, hold me,” she insisted as she snuggled even closer to me. My cock started to harden again. “I love you,” she said, then added, a touch of a child’s wonder in her voice, “It was so big.”
So do I, I thought. Then wondered what the fuck I was doing. Even as I knew and accepted that no one was going to stop me from taking my daughters virginity. Again it took me a long time but finally I fell asleep.
*****
“Your phone daddy…it’s your phone,” I heard hours later.
“What?” I asked as I tried to clear my head. It was still dark in the room.
“Your phones ringing daddy,” my naked daughter announced as she turned on the bedside lamp.
“Melissa?” I asked as I tried to figure out where I was. And why I was naked and in bed with my daughter. Then again remembered. And then wondered where my shorts had gone. I took the proffered phone from my daughter as I ran my eyes over her perfectly formed body. I could see my dried sperm on her breasts, on her stomach, on her thighs; my eyes drifted to her pubic triangle as I answered the phone. Her curly hair was matted together with cum.
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“It was Mario,” I unnecessarily told Mel when I’d hung up. “They’ll be here in thirty minutes…around seven-thirty.”
“I better wash then…take a shower,” she said as she hovered next to the bed.
“Hurry up, I’ll need one too,” I ordered as I desperately tried to keep my eyes off the lush inviting curves of my daughter.
She simply held out her hand to me and then said, “I’ll need help.”
“Help?” I asked even as I accepted her hand and rose robot like from the bed.
“To soap my back,” she giggled as she moved right up against me, pushing her nipples against mine. “See?” she asked as she pretended to look over her shoulder, “I’m sticky everywhere, somebody has to do my back.”
I said nothing as she led me by the hand into the well appointed bathroom. Then I just nodded yes when she asked if I needed to pee. And didn’t protest when she took my now semi erect penis in her hand and aimed it at the bowl below. “Guys are lucky,” she said as she watched my arcing stream of piss splash noisily down into the bowl.
And then we were in the shower designed for one person. Bumping into each other with every move as the warm water rained down upon us. I soaped my daughters beautiful breasts slowly, luxuriating in their ripeness, tweaking her nipples even as her soap covered palm slipped around my shaft and lovingly washed it. And when we’d finally cleaned my caked on sperm from each others body we simply embraced and held each other. For minutes. It was only when the hot water tank ran out and we were suddenly drenched by a blast of icy cold water, that we separated and fled from the spray.
“They’ll be here any moment,” I said as we stood dripping at the side of the bed, while wanting only to throw her down on her back and mount her. Knowing we didn’t have time even as I felt the urgent need to push my manhood through her virgin barrier, to feel her blood coat my cock as I deflowered her.
“Tonight…tonight daddy,” my daughter promised as her hand stroked me, “tonight in our tree.”
“Tonight?” I asked as she released me and then hopped up on the bed and lay on her back with her legs spread.
“Look. See?” she asked insistently as her fingers moved to her mound and pulled apart her vaginal lips. “Look daddy,” she insisted again when I didn’t move.
“Honey…we can’t” I said even as I slowly moved my head between her legs. Her bright crimson clit, now exposed, seemed to be waving in welcome. My tongue flicked out and tasted it. And then again.
“Daaaaady,” Melissa groaned as my tongue moved on her. Then I dipped my tongue downwards into the pink moist channel. My tongue immediately found her hymen. Intact. Then I kissed it once gently before pulling away. And I knew that within twelve hours it would be broken and bleeding, savaged and ruined by the giant that was throbbing menacingly between my legs.
*****
We were dressed and outside (at least I was dressed, I’d had to insist that Mel wear my shirt again while the workmen were there) when Mario and a crew of four arrived. Five minutes later, with three guys up in the tree and a rudimentary winch and pulley system running, the pieces of Mel’s new home started their ascent upwards.
Fifty minutes later a platform some ten by fifteen feet was bolted together and firmly attached to the tree. A platform with walls…with a communication dish anchored in place and pointing up into space…with a thick piled, wall-to-wall rug covering it and with a queen size futon resting against the trunk of the tree and positioned so people sitting on it had a spectacular view through a window in the leaves of the Pacific Ocean breaking on the shore below.
“You’re a fucking genius,” I congratulated our builder as he, Melissa and I stood grinning like fools in the middle of the finished structure.
“A gazebo in the sky,” my daughter exclaimed as she unbuttoned my shirt, slipped it off her shoulders and then threw it out into the wind.
“That was a hundred and eighty-five dollar shirt,” I complained as we watched it flutter downward.
“This is a nude protest daddy.”
I simply grumbled as Mario fought to keep his eyes off my daughter. I knew this was a story he’d tell for the rest of his life.
“We’re going down to get some breakfast…you and the boys can join us,” I offered as we turned to descend.
“If my boys see Miss Scouries like that,” my old friend announced, “They’ll never leave these woods. We’ll get something on the road,” he announced as he put his foot on the top rung of the ladder. “Better keep Miss Scouries up here til we’re gone,” he added with a friendly grin, then gave us a small wave and was gone.
*****
Greg and Ashley, my young marketing mavens, arrived just before ten, minutes after Melissa and I had finished polishing off the breakfast of Spanish omelet’s and French toast that Jeremy had prepared for us. Melissa, still naked, insisted on sitting in as the two briefed me on overnight company happenings and the marketing strategies the team had devised.
“Sales were thirty-two percent higher than expected over the last twenty-four hours sir,” Greg announced proudly almost before he was through the door of the trailer.
“We’ve received over sixty thousand e-mails sir, running twenty to one in our favor,” Ashley gushed, then noticed Melissa behind me. She rushed over and hugged my surprised daughter. “Oh Miss Scouries, you were the most Googled person on the internet last night.”
“I was?” Mel asked.
“Should we all get undressed boss?” Ashley then asked me.
“Maybe later Miss Boone,” I answered, trying to keep the smile out of my voice even as I saw Melissa’s eyebrow hitch upward in interest.
We quickly made a decision…well I made the decision but with the support of my two colleagues and apparently everyone else back at headquarters, to go ahead and commit all of our ScouriesComputerInc resources into the fight to save the sequoias.
In our advertising, on our web site, across the Internet we were going to be committed to saving these trees.
Greg already had a mock up laptop with him, something the art department and manufacturing had somehow come up with overnight. The skin of the computer looked like the bark of the sequoia and the only writing on it simply said ‘Save Our Forests’ in small red letters next to the release catch.
“We offered it on-line at four a.m. this morning sir, at $1395.00 all equipped, saying we’d donate ten percent of the sales price to groups around the world fighting deforestation.”
“And?” I asked, amazed at how fast the company I’d started twenty tears earlier in a garage was now able to respond to changing conditions.
“We received orders for over 100,000 units by seven sir…we’ve had to take it down while we adjusted our manufacturing schedules.”
“That’s almost fifteen million for the environment,” Melissa gasped in awestruck tones after quickly doing the math in her head.
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“And all because of you Miss Scouries,” Ashley congratulated. My daughter actually blushed at the praise. “And I’ve arranged a protest demonstration sir,” she added as she turned towards me.
“You have?”
“Yes, for Saturday. There’s a beautiful natural amphitheatre just down the road sir,” Ashley explained. “It’s surrounded by the ocean on one side, with flowered hills to the south and the vista of these magnificent trees to the north. It’s a little like Eden probably was,” she said with an enthusiasm of a true believer. “It can probably hold a quarter of a million people sir. Imagine you and Miss Scouries up on a stage, two hundred and fifty thousand naked people in the bowl in front of you, people demanding-”
“Naked?”
“Of course sir. We’re going to bus them up…from San Francisco…L.A….plane loads from New York sir…Chinese…Japanese…even the French…we’ll have music…”
“Music?” Melissa asked, clearly wondering how her little protest had got away from her so quickly.
“They’re all sending us e-mails Miss Scouries..$$$$$ recording stars from every genre…” Seeing the questions in our eyes she stopped for a second, took a deep breath, visibly marshaled her thoughts and then went on, “The ad department is writing a song sir, it’s going to be called ‘The Sequoia Seven Saga’, we’ll have the most famous singers and groups in the world up on stage singing it, we’ll sell records with all the money going to environmental groups…”
I finally had to slow her down. We then spent the next hour discussing strategies and in phone conferences with the office. With Melissa’s blessing we agreed that I would announce ScouriesComputerInc’s plans after the afternoon press conference that Mel and her friends had already scheduled for two p.m. that day. After a quick lunch Mel left us to our planning and rushed off to gather and brief the other members of the now famous Sequoia Seven.
And so, at three in the afternoon, after having watched the Sequoia Seven’s press conference reported live on our laptops for fifty minutes in our air conditioned Winnebago, I finally stood up and prepared to join the fray.
“Is it time sir?” Ashley asked. Nodding I slowly started to unbutton my shirt. Immediately she jumped up and started to unbutton her blouse. Greg, watching awestruck on the couch, groaned when the young beauty unsnapped her pink lace bra and let it fall to the floor of the trailer. Her breasts, although smaller than Mel’s were simply outstanding in their own way. Pert, pointed, and puffy popped into my mind as a perfect description for them. More noises escaped from Greg’s open mouth.
“You don’t have to do that Miss Boone,” I said as I unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants. “That’s my job. You and Greg don’t-”
“This is my fight too Mr. Scouries,” she announced almost defiantly as her skirt followed her bra. Then she gracefully stepped out of her panties, presenting us with a completely shaven mound that was split by delightfully protruding but perfectly formed vaginal lips.
“You don’t have to,” she instructed Greg, then reached over and said to me, “let me help you,” and pulled my boxers down and exposed my already semi-erect prick. “Oooooh,” was all she said as her eyes stayed latched on my penis for second after second. Which didn’t help me much in getting it back under control!
Five minutes later the three of us, all naked (and yes Greg, his reputation at stake with young Ashley, had finally stripped, exposing a quite serviceable male organ), had left the Winnebago and marched thought the forest towards the waiting scrum of reporters and cameramen.
And I gotta tell ya, when they finally noticed our approach, all hell broke loose.
*****
“She’s a little slut.”
“Who is?” I asked. The crowds were long gone. Ashley and Greg were dressed and on their way back to the city. The rest of the Sequoia Seven were back safely ensconced in their own trees. My daughter and I had just climbed up into our treetop aerie carrying the hot meal Jeremy had prepared for us. Joe, or maybe his brother Phil, was standing some seventy feet below us, gun drawn, ready to protect our tree with his life.
“Ashley whatever her name is,” Melissa groused. “She couldn’t keep her hands off you.”
“She thought you were wonderful…just like I do,” I said as I came up behind my daughter and put my arms around her stomach and pulled her back into my embrace.
“She has nice breasts,” Mel said in a voice that just demanded to be contradicted.
“Not as nice as yours,” I countered as my hands moved upward to cup them.
“Really?” she asked as she leaned her head back into me.
“Not even close,” I whispered in her ear, then tongued it as my fingers closed on her pebbled nipples.
“Oh daddy,” she groaned as I gently pulled them.
“And she’s bald,” I said with some disdain as I lowered one hand down from her breast, down across her flat stomach and then into the soft curls that seemed to be guarding her entrance.
“Some men like that,” she whispered back as she arched her body against my hand in need. Her slit was already wet as my finger lightly traced its length.
“The suns going down,” Mel said as she slipped her hand behind her and between our bodies and grasped the pole of flesh that had so insistently been butting her rear.
I watched the red ball that was the sun resting just inches above the horizon as I walked my daughter over to the futon, and, after opening it quickly, put Melissa on her hands and knees in a position where she had a clear view of the ocean and the sunset lighting up the sky. I knelt behind her and gently ran my hands over her bum and then up to her hanging breasts.
““When it hits the water daddy, when it hits the water put it in,” my daughter directed as I brought my penis to her slit and rubbed the bulbous cockhead, already sticky with pre cum, teasingly up and down her pink wetness.
“Soon…not yet,” she cried as I pushed the head between her lips, levering her open for the final assault.
Then asked, “Will it hurt?” just as the red ball touched the dousing ocean waters, just as my hips surged forward, stopped for just a millisecond before crashing through the thin membrane of her virginity.
“Aaaaaaaaah…aaaaaaaaah,” two plaintive shrieks escaped from Melissa’s mouth as I forced myself far into her silky sheathe. The warmth of her blood on my cock and the smell of it in my nostrils simply egged me on. Wanting everything now. Unaware of anything else but total penetration, of impalement, as I thrust again and again into my daughters virginity, until I’d finally buried every inch of me into her moist, pink insides that were struggling to accept me.
But then suddenly we were moving as one, trapped in a dance that had been choreographed into our genes a million years ago. Melissa’s body was suddenly welcoming, moist, needy, demanding; all thoughts of pain lost in the pleasures of our coupling. When her orgasm finally started to tremor out in waves my bucking cock sprayed her repeatedly in a spurting flood of sperm.
“Are you okay honey?” I whispered as we lay panting in each others arms, my shaft still buried deep within her.
“I love you,” she answered softly, then groaned in protest as I pulled back and unplugged her. My still inflamed cock, sticky and splattered red with my daughter’s virgin blood, bounced up against my stomach as we both watched. I ran a finger slowly up and down the shaft, and after capturing a thick crimson clot of blood, brought my finger to my mouth and tasted Melissa’s gift.
And then her tongue was on me, licking me as her palm closed around the base of my cock and held me.
*****
We woke. Fucked. Made love. Ate. Fucked again. From time to time we were interrupted by phone calls…from Patty…from Ashley or Greg…from the media…CNN…CBS…NBC…
But most of the day we just let it ring. What we were doing in the tree to each other was more important than anything else we’d ever done in our lives. It was our life now.
The Governor phoned at three-thirty in the afternoon. My penis, still heavy even after just having emptied itself, lay deep inside my daughter’s body.
“Scouries you bastard, you’re making life tough for me,” were first words out of the Governors mouth. “Half the people in the state, shit, the country, are calling me, e-mailing me…vilifying me…”
“Well if you stopped driving your stupid Hummers and didn’t sell our most beautiful land for parking lots maybe they wouldn’t,” I yelled back.
“Fuck you too,” he said but with a laugh in his voice. We’d known each other for years. “I didn’t know…apparently some little prick in environmental planning made a deal with some guy in the county,” he tried to explain.
“You’re supposed to be Mr. Universe aren’t you? And you’re blaming some little lackey-”
“So if you’re such a goddam environmentalist,” he interrupted, “why didn’t you call me before you put your daughter up in a tree naked? We coulda stopped it in two seconds.”
“Apparently she didn’t think it important enough to tell her old man that she was going to tramp around the state naked,” I admitted. I started to pump my hips into my daughter who was sticking her tongue out at me as I talked to the Governor.
“Kids!” he said, conveying his complete understanding of my plight. “And teenagers are worse,” he added. Then he told me, “Tell your daughter she’s won. I’m going to announce tomorrow that the trees will never be cut down on my watch. We’re going to arrest the guys who took the money, the developer who bribed them.”
I’d always liked the governor…had backed him…had contributed to his campaign. So I offered him a deal. “I think you should hold off for a day Arnold. I think I know a way for you to come out of this smelling like roses.”
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“You do? How?” he asked, his politicians nose clearly interested.
So I told him.
“Arnolds coming?” Melissa asked after I’d snapped my cell phone shut.
“Uh huh,” I answered, then gently brushed her lips with mine.
“So it’ll all be over Saturday?” I simply nodded as I cupped her bum in my hands and lifted her up and almost off my cock. Then gently lowered her down again.
“Can’t we stay…just you and I? In our tree.”
“You’ve got school,” I said softly. She was lifting herself up and down on me much more insistently now. I slipped a finger into her bum.
“I want to stay with you,” she said, the plea clear.
“I’ll visit you,” I promised as I pushed her down onto her back on the futon.
“How often?” she asked as I lifted her legs onto my shoulders. My hips started to move in deep, urgent strokes.
“I’m going to be cumming often…very often,” I groaned as I felt the first tightening in my balls.
“Ooooh daddy,” she moaned as I filled her with my creamy cum.
We made love all night!
We held another press conference on Friday, giving details of the Saturday rally and the money we’d raised to the assembled media. We ate the meals that Jeremy continued to provide. I held a conference call with the office. I confirmed the details of the Governors surprise visit with his office.
But mainly we stayed in the tree and made love. A father and his daughter. Guiltless! Unquestioning this need, this love that had suddenly grown between us. Both completely unapologetic as my cock rampaged inside her cunt.
Or as my hungry tongue brought her trembling teenage loins to a writhing orgasm…
Or as her head bobbed in my lap, her long, silken tresses splayed across my thighs, sucking the cream from my aching shaft.
We slept some but repeatedly awoke, fucking urgently until we fell back into a shallow dream filled sleep.
*****
Saturday afternoon, just before two, and after five hours of speeches and music, a throng of a quarter million naked human beings looked upward as a helicopter roared in over the ocean surf and hovered above them for seconds before moving slowly to the hill above the bowl and gently set itself down.
A half a million eyes watched as Arnold and his wife quickly exited from under the still rotating blades. They watched, suspicious of this unexpected visit, as the two were greeted by a pretty, waiflike, puffy nippled, naked and smiling blond girl. Ashley of course! They watched anxiously as she led them down the hill and then they separated to provide the Governor and his wife a path through the throng all the way to the stage.
An angry grumble arose from the horde as Arnold mounted the stage and walked over to where Melissa and I stood. They watched as I handed Arnold the microphone I’d held in my hand. They were silent when Arnold turned to face their hostile gazes. They watched when the Governor passed the microphone to his wife and then slowly started to unbutton his shirt. Surprised smiles started to grow on their lips when he undid the belt on his pants.
And then they started to cheer after he’d taken back the microphone and asked, “Did you really think I was going to let these bastards cut down our forests?” I hugged Mel. Then Ashley. Then held them both as a quarter million people started to sing the Ballad of the Sequoia Seven.
March 17th 2008, Miami Beach, Florida
“So that’s the story of the SEQUOIA SEVEN and how the Scouries family got naked and saved the forest,” my cousin Bradley said with a smile and then a self depreciating laugh. I’d been listening to my favorite cousin talk uninterrupted for close to an hour. It was an eighty-five degree, beautiful sunny Miami day and the two of us were sitting in an outdoor terrace of a Lincoln Road bar.
“You’re lucky,” I said. He knew exactly what I was referring to.
“Yes I am Jimmy, both of us have been I think,” he answered and then suddenly smiled, his eyes staring over my shoulder. “Here they are,” he added excitedly, his happiness obvious.
I turned and watched Melissa and my daughter Gabby as they approached down the sidewalk. Hand in hand they were giggling as they pranced towards us, both dressed in simple summer dresses that hardly reached mid thigh and under which their unrestrained young breasts danced delightfully. As I watched them approach I wondered if Melissa had told her cousin the same story I’d just heard from her father. I guessed she had, the two had developed a great friendship over the many summer vacations both our families had spent together at the Scouries family compound on Cape Cod.
“Hi Uncle Jim,” Melissa greeted as she bent over, gave me a quick hug and then kissed me on my lips. For a second as she hovered bent over me I could see down to her nipples. Gabby was greeting her Uncle Brad and for a second I wondered if she was giving him the same show his daughter was giving me. Then Melissa turned and greeted her dad while Gabby kissed me. My daughter’s slightly darker nipples were proudly erect.
“So what have you guys been doing?” Melissa, after sitting down between her daddy and me, asked as she looked from her father to me.
“I just told your uncle the true story of the SEQUOIA SEVEN,” Brad answered his daughter.
“Did you? The whole story?” she asked her dad, then looked over at me. There was a leering twinkle in her eyes.
“Uh huh,” her father agreed.
“And what did you think of it Uncle Jim?” she asked me saucily as she placed her hand atop mine.
“About the naked girls and giant trees of California?” I teased back.
“The Scouries tree was the biggest one in the forest Uncle Jim,” she answered back, her eyes boring into mine, then added, “I wonder if all the Scouries trees are big?”
“Did you tell daddy about your plans for the summer Uncle Brad?” my daughter asked, interrupting our teasing.
“What plans?” I asked as Brad shook his head no.
“I promised Mel I’d take her on a trip this summer if she got straight A’s this year,” he answered.
“On their yacht daddy, to the Caribbean…then South America,” my clearly better informed daughter told me.
All three looked at me expectantly. “You’re taking the whole summer off? You, Mr. Workaholic,” I asked wonderingly. Brad simply nodded yes. “Just you and Melissa?”
“Well, we’ll need a Captain…and a cook,” Melissa answered. “That’s actually why we’re down here this week.” The three of them now all sported huge grins.
“I thought my old boyhood sailing partner might like the job…he and his daughter, he doesn’t seem to have much to do,” Brad said through his smile.
“NO WAY! I’ve got a job. We just can’t go gallivanting off at the drop of a hat,” I sputtered as I finally realized what was up.
“Pleeeeease Uncle Jim?” my pretty young niece begged. Somehow her hand had slipped under the tablecloth and had come to rest on my leg just above my knee.
“Can’t we daddy?” my daughter added as her hand slipped down onto my other knee.
“We have the hotel, the restaurant, the bars to run honey,” I protested. “The studio.”
“It’s the slow season daddy…you have managers…you need a vacation,” Gabby implored as Melissa’s softly caressing hand slowly moved up my inner thigh and under the loose leg of my shorts.
“It’s going to be a nude cruise Uncle Jim,” Melissa said as her fingers reached and brushed my now straining cockhead.
“A nude cruise?” I croaked as Mel’s palm circled my shaft. Then it was joined by my daughters.
“Can we daddy? Please?” Gabby demanded as my daughter’s and my niece’s hands moved over my manhood. Brad was leaning back in his chair with a broad grin on his lips. He knew I was coming. One way or another.
“It is big Gabby,” Melissa said to my daughter as she squeezed me.
…So, come May first or so, two fathers and two daughters will be setting sail from the Port of Miami…naked…Scouries family members going to help in the fight to save the environment…or something…
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My Bachelor Party
Ever since we’d gotten engaged, I’d been teasing my fiancé, Julie, about how much I was looking forward to my bachelor party and hinting at the wild events that would likely take place.
She would usually pout, telling me I didn’t need to have one. The thought of me and a few of my friends drinking and watching x-rated movies didn’t bother her much, but she was afraid one of them would arrange for a stripper and things would go beyond stripping.
Once an actual date for the party had been set, she seemed to get more worried than before and started saying she was going to the party with me. I explained to her the only way that was going to happen was if she volunteered to be the stripper. She told me I was crazy, but I decided it would be fun to tease her about it.
The next time we were fooling around, I whispered to her that I was looking forward to seeing her performance at my bachelor party. She gave me a “yeah, right”, but as my hand glided over her pussy I began to tell her how I imagined it might go.
“Remember a few months ago when you tied me naked to the banister, then slowly stripped to the music, rubbing your hands all over your body? And then you lay back on the floor, spreading your legs open so I could see your pussy. Then you pulled your vibrator out from under the pillow and started licking and sucking it like it was my cock. Do you remember that?”
“Of course. Did you like that?” she said, feigning innocence.
“I loved it. And do you remember how you ran the vibrator over your breasts, making your nipples even harder? And finally you ran it over your pussy, getting it all wet with your juices, teasing yourself before finally working the head of it into your pussy. How you slowly worked it into yourself inch by inch until you were finally filled with it and began sliding it in and out until you came in that intense orgasm. Do you know how sexy that was?”
“You may have mentioned it. When I finally opened my eyes your cock did look like it was about to burst.”
“Oh, it was. Now just imagine doing that for my friends and me. I’m sure they’d love it as much as I did.” As I said this, I started sliding my finger into her pussy.
“I couldn’t do something like that in front of your friends.” She was trying desperately to get my finger deeper inside her. “Besides, they wouldn’t enjoy it as much as you did, would they?” She seemed to ask this with sincere curiosity, but before I could answer she kissed me deeply and rolled me onto my back. Quickly mounting my cock, she fucked me with wild abandon until we were both spent. I knew she would never do something so wild, but we both seemed to enjoy fantasizing about it.
The date of the bachelor party was getting close and when I mentioned to Julie that my best man, Todd, was calling later that day to make the arrangements, she told me she had an idea.
“Instead of hiring a stripper,” she said while looking shyly at the floor, “I’ll dance in a sexy outfit, but only if I can wear a mask so your friends don’t recognize me.”
“That’s a great idea, Julie.” I said feeling excitement growing in my groin, “But I think the guys would be disappointed in a stripper that didn’t strip.”
She stood quietly contemplating this, then took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I’ll put on a striptease for them, but I’m wearing a mask and I’m not taking my panties off.”
I couldn’t believe she was actually agreeing to do a striptease for a bunch of my drunken, horny friends. The bulge in my pants made it apparent I was excited by the idea, but I figured I’d better make sure she knew what she was getting into. “You do realize that by the time you get there we’ll have been drinking and watching pornos for a couple of hours, right?”
“So?” she asked innocently.
“Well, they’re going to be really horny and probably a little drunk, so they might get kind of obnoxious and might even try to touch you,” I explained.
“I’ll be alright,” she said. “Besides, you’ll be there to protect me. Heck, I’ll need a few drinks myself if I’m going to actually do this.”
“Are you sure about this?” I asked. “If you say yes, I’m going to call Todd and tell him that the stripper is taken care of and you won’t be able to back out.”
She paused for a moment, then took a deep breath and said, “Yes, for you, I’ll do it.”
I smiled a big smile, gave her a passionate kiss, and went to call Todd.
As the date grew nearer, I kept asking Julie how the plans were coming for her act. “You’ll just have to wait until the party to find out,” she responded with a flirty wink.
I couldn’t help but fantasize about how it would go and in my fantasies it always went beyond the stripping, ending differently each time, but always with her getting lots of cock.
Finally, the date arrived and the guys showed up for the weekend. There were George, Brett, and my best man Todd.
Friday night was spent catching-up and Saturday got off to a leisurely start. The bachelor party was going to be an all day kind of thing, so shortly after breakfast the first x-rated movie started playing. Not surprisingly, it was a gangbang movie. After the movie ended, Todd asked when the stripper was showing up.
“Sorry, not until this evening,” I explained.
The guys all moaned their disappointment and we spent the rest of the day watching movies, playing cards, and drinking beer.
At about 5:00 the phone rang. It was my fiancé and she wanted to know if we were ready for her.
I said, “We certainly are! You’re going to be stripping in front of four very horny men.”
She gave a nervous laugh and said she’d be over shortly. We hung up and I told the guys the stripper was on her way. They all cheered and started asking questions about her. I told them she was an acquaintance of mine and that they’d better be nice to her. They wanted to know more about her, but I told them they’d just have to wait and see.
Soon there was a knock at the door. I jumped up to answer it. When I opened the door, there stood Julie wearing a Mardi Gras-style mask, a long dress coat, and a pair of high heels. I couldn’t wait to see what she was (or wasn’t) wearing under that coat! She was also carrying a bag and I could only imagine what might be in it. She stepped inside and looked around the room, but didn’t say a word. The guys looked at her lustfully and beckoned her inside.
An adult film was playing on the TV and she paused to watch it for a few minutes. A petite little woman was taking three big, black cocks at once and Julie seemed momentarily mesmerized by it. Pulling herself away, she set her bag down and slowly began to unbutton her conservative dress coat, revealing a cropped, hot pink, and very tight t-shirt and a pair of very snug fitting short shorts. As she dropped the coat on the floor, it was obvious to all of us she wasn’t wearing a bra under that shirt, which made us wonder if there was anything under the shorts. She looked extremely hot and the mask only made her more alluring.
She bent over and reached into her bag, giving us all a chance to check out her nice round ass and smooth, bare legs. She pulled a homemade CD from her bag and, handing it to me, pointed to the stereo. I nervously loaded the CD in the player and pushed play. As the pulsing music began playing, I muted the TV but left the video playing. I thought maybe if the guys could still watch the woman on TV get filled with cock they wouldn’t be disappointed by a tame stripper.
Julie began to slowly dance around the room, moving very sexily, running her hands over her body, and looking extremely hot. I was very happy knowing this was my fiancé looking so sexy. She danced slowly past each one of us and around the coffee table in the center of the room. Once she’d made a loop of the room, she stood in the center and began to rub her pert breasts on the outside of her shirt. Her nipples were as hard as I’d ever seen them and that was through her shirt! She grabbed the bottom of the shirt and slowly began to pull it upwards. Just as her nipples were about to come into view, she stopped and rubbed the undersides of her breasts, teasing us like an expert. Then she pulled the t-shirt up further and we all sighed audibly when her pointy nipples came into view. We held our breath as she took the shirt completely off, being careful not to disturb her mask. She has very sexy, perky tits and they looked especially hot today because her nipples were so hard.
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She gently ran her hands over her tits as she swayed to the sultry music, then began to walk past each of us again. This time she leaned forward towards each of us so we could get a good look at her breasts and then would slowly back away and move on to the next guy. As she did this to Todd, he reached up and touched her breast. She slowly but purposefully reached up and removed his hand and shook her finger at him. She hadn’t said a word since arriving and apparently didn’t plan to as part of her plan to remain anonymous. Once she finished her circuit, she moved back to the front of the room and faced the TV. For a few moments she again seemed to be lost watching the porno as one of the guys shot his cum onto the woman’s tits. While she watched, she slowly began to peel her shorts off.
Underneath she had on a very sexy, matching pink g-string that displayed her beautiful heart-shaped ass to us. She dropped her shorts to the floor and stepped carefully out of them, reaching behind her to rub her ass like we all wished we could. With a sudden smack of her ass, she started dancing again but seemed to continue to watch the video.
As she danced she bent forward, giving us not only a better view of her sexy behind, but also a great view of her barely-covered pussy. We also noticed that the hot pink g-string was very wet where her pussy was. Apparently this was turning her on even more than I thought! I was really disappointed knowing the show was about to end and even more disappointed knowing I’d have to wait until tomorrow to make love to her.
Just then George shouted out, “Take it all off!”
The other two guys joined in and in the spirit of things so did I, knowing full well she wasn’t going to. Then, while she was still bent over, and much to my surprise, she reached up and grabbed the strings on either side of her hips and slowly began to peel the g-string off. What little coverage there was soon slipped away and all of our cocks got even harder as we stared at her cleanly shaved and clearly excited pussy. I couldn’t believe that Julie had actually stripped completely naked in front of my friends! She pulled the g-string the rest of the way down, stepped out of it, and tossed it backwards at us. I was too slow and George got it, bringing it to his face and breathing in the scent of her sex. If he only knew whose g-string that really was!
Still bent over, she moved her feet apart and reached back to caress her legs in a slow, sexy motion. As her hand reached the top of her thigh where I thought it would stop, she continued on to her pussy, giving it a gentle rub, then running her hand back down her other thigh, leaving a light trail of her wetness. This time when her hand reached her pussy, she ran her finger through her wetness and across her clit, then used two fingers to spread her lips apart. I’m sure all of us wanted to reach out and touch her, but just then she stood up and turned around and resumed dancing to the music.
She danced by each of us once again, but this time she took a little longer and rubbed her hands all over her naked body as we watched intently. When Todd reached out to try to touch her, she moved just out of reach. I somehow managed to behave myself, but when George tried to touch her breasts, she didn’t move away quite as quickly. And when Brett reached for her pussy, she actually let him slip a finger between her lips briefly before moving away.
Wow! This was more than I’d hoped for!
She went over to her bag and pulled out a can of whipped cream. This was getting interesting! She walked over to Todd, put some whipped cream on her nipples, and leaned forward so he could lick it off. He stuck out his tongue and carefully licked the whipped cream off each breast. She moved over to me and, after applying a fresh coat of whipped cream to her breasts, straddled my legs stuck her tits in my face. I eagerly licked and sucked her nipples until they were perfectly clean and very hard. She slowly pulled away and moved over to George so he could do the same thing. However, George wasn’t content to use just his mouth.
He reached up and took a breast in each hand as he licked the whipped cream off. Even after the whipped cream was gone, he kept squeezing and sucking on her tits. She slowly pulled away from him and moved over to Brett. After applying some more whipped cream, she knelt on either side of Brett and thrust her chest out. As he licked up the whipped cream Julie started to moan. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly enjoying what he was doing. It was only when I looked down that I saw his hand moving between her legs. She was letting him finger her right in front of all of us!
She opened her eyes for a moment and looked over at George to see if he was enjoying the show. I hadn’t notice before, but he had taken his cock out and was sitting there stroking it. Julie smiled when she saw this and closed her eyes again. I turned to look at Todd and realized he had his cock out too. My cock was so hard I couldn’t wait to get it out of the confines of my pants. Within a minute I was slowly stroking my cock too while I watched Julie grind her pussy on Brett’s hand. But just as she seemed to be getting close to an orgasm, she stood up and took a step back.
Glancing at the three of us with our cocks out, she looked at Brett and pointed at his crotch. He quickly got the message and began to undo his pants. Lifting his hips and pulling his pants down, he released the biggest cock I’d ever seen in real life. This guy could have been in the movies we’d been watching he was so big. I couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment, then turned to look at Julie. She was standing there staring at it too, but her hand was between her legs gently rubbing her pussy.
She must have realized she was staring and quickly turned and went back to her bag. Pulling out one of her vibrators, she moved over to the coffee table and repositioned it, laying down on it so that her feet were towards us. The black vibrator was about nine inches long, thick, and very lifelike. She brought it to her mouth and began licking and sucking it, making us wish it was our cock instead. After taking a good portion of it into her mouth, she withdrew it, turned it on, and rubbed the tip over her tits, paying close attention to her nipples. Then she slid it slowly down her stomach and when it reached the little patch of hair left on her pussy, she pulled her legs back and apart and ran the tip of it down between her swollen lips. I was happy, but really surprised that she’d decided to put on the whole show after all. Maybe I’d have to pull her into my bedroom and have a quickie before she left.
We were all mesmerized as she ran the head of the fake cock between her lips, over her clit, and all over her pussy. We were even more mesmerized as she began working the large vibrator between her lips and slipped the head inside. Slowly she worked a little more then a little more inside herself, pulling it back out a little, then pushing it deeper inside. Soon she had its entire length buried in her pussy and began to have a tremendous orgasm. She could no longer keep quiet and moaned out loud as she came. She looked so incredibly sexy as her body shook from the intense release.
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As she was coming down from her orgasm with the vibrator still deep inside her, I was shocked to see Todd stand up, remove the rest of his pants, and walk over to her. Not sure what he was going to do at first, I was prepared to jump up and tell him to sit back down. But before I could, she opened her eyes, smiled, and reached out to grab him by the cock. She slowly stroked his shaft and as a big drop of pre-cum formed at the tip, she pulled him closer and stuck her tongue out to catch it. She let a string of wetness stretch between her lips and his cock, then moved back towards him and ran her tongue over his cock head and down his shaft like she had done to me so many times before. She proceeded to give him one of her fantastic blowjobs as the rest of us watched in amazement.
“Oh yeah, suck my cock,” was about all Todd could manage to say.
I couldn’t believe how far she was letting this go, but I was all for it.
As she was taking his shaft into her mouth, George got up and removed his pants too, then kneeled between her legs, pulled the vibrator slowly from her, and began eating her pussy in earnest. This just caused her to suck on Todd’s cock harder and faster and before long he moaned, “I…I…I…I’m gonna cum!”
I couldn’t wait to see how she’d respond. With a loud moan he thrust forward and began to shoot his hot cum into her willing mouth. At first she tried to swallow it, but then she started to have an orgasm of her own from having her pussy licked and pulled it from her mouth, causing his hot, sticky cum to spray onto her mask, lips, and cheeks. She licked up as much as her tongue could reach and rubbed the rest into her skin.
Just when I thought I’d seen it all, George moved up and aimed his cock at her swollen pussy. Surely he wasn’t going to put his cock in my fiancé’s pussy! And then I remembered they had no idea this was my fiancé. As she looked down between her legs and saw what he was about to do, I knew she was about to put a stop to things. She looked past him at me, smiled, then reached down and spread her pussy lips for him! I couldn’t believe she was actually going to let my friend do it! I was shocked and incredibly turned on. I watched as he placed the head of his cock between her spread lips and pushed gently forward, the head slipping easily inside. She released her lips as he slid the entire length of his cock into her with one long push.
“Oh!” she cried out in pleasure in spite of herself.
“You like that cock in your pussy, don’t you?” George teased. She shook her head yes with a big smile, but still didn’t say anything. George continued, “Would you like me to take it out?”
She quickly shook her head no. Slowly he pulled back until the head almost emerged, then quickly thrust back into her causing her to gasp out loud. He began a steady in and out rhythm that caused her tits to sway enticingly back and forth.
Just then I realized that the only guy who hadn’t been involved yet, other than myself, was Brett and he had stripped naked and was leaning down to suck on one of her tits. I decided it was my turn to get involved too, so I stripped naked and moved up to give her a kiss. She had licked her lips clean of cum by this point, so I gave her a deep passionate kiss as she moaned into my mouth. I moved down to take her other nipple between my lips and then remembered one of the fantasies she’d shared with me about having both of her breasts sucked on at the same time by two different guys. I was glad to be fulfilling one of her fantasies too, even if it wasn’t exactly the way she’d imagined it.
Brett and I sucked and licked her nipples eagerly as her body rocked back and forth from the fucking she was getting from George. Even though she’d managed not to talk much yet, she could no longer hold back her moans of pleasure and I hoped the neighbors would think it was the TV. Brett decided it was time to change places and stood up to offer his cock to her mouth. I was curious to see how much of his huge cock she’d be able to get into her mouth. She was really good at sucking cock, but this seemed even too big for her to handle. She licked at the head and gradually began working the shaft into her mouth. When she had managed to get about half of it in, George couldn’t take any more and with a loud moan, pulled his cock out of her and began spraying his hot cum all over her stomach and pussy.
She had one hand wrapped around Brett’s cock, so with the other she reached down and began rubbing the fresh cum into her skin. This seemed like a good time for me to change positions, so I stood up and got between her legs, sliding my cock into her with one swift motion. I just held it there for a minute and watched as she continued to try and take more of Brett’s big cock into her mouth. She’d back out a little to catch her breath, then slide it in as far as she could, getting a little further each time. I held my cock still inside her until she’d managed to get the entire length of Brett’s shaft into her mouth. Once she’d done this, she began sucking in earnest and I began to move quickly in and out, knowing that I wouldn’t last long no matter what I did. I was way too turned on and figured I’d quickly be ready for a second round.
She looked so incredibly hot with that big cock in her mouth and her breasts moving back and forth as I pushed and pulled. As I suspected, it didn’t take very long before my balls began to ache for release. I wanted to pull out, but I didn’t have the willpower and began cumming deep inside her. I stayed there for a few moments with my cock inside her and watched her sucking and licking. Every so often she would take it out, lick the underside, and then lick and suck on his balls. Reluctantly I pulled my cock from her pussy and watched as my cum ran out and down the crack of her ass. I sat back down and waited to see what happened next. Had she had enough or would she able to keep going?
Almost as if she’d read my thoughts, she pulled Brett’s cock from her mouth and stood up. I can’t describe how sexy she looked with nothing on but a mask and high heels, glistening with a combination of sweat and cum. I figured she was going to get her things together and leave, but instead she moved the coffee table off to the side and motioned for Brett to lay on his back on the floor. Was she going to do what I thought she was going to do? Surely she wasn’t going to try to put that huge cock in her pussy! Brett laid down on the floor with his rock hard cock sticking up, shining wet from Julie’s saliva. Much to everyone’s amazement, she straddled him, reached between them to grab his cock, and began to rub the head between her pussy lips.
“She’s gonna try to fit that big cock in that tight pussy of hers!” George said in astonishment.
“You can’t resist my cock, can you?” Brett asked her.
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