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I have to admit I was fascinated to watch how things progressed. I have used that word a lot in this narrative - fascinated - but it's the perfect word for what I was feeling. Lizzie couldn't just stand up, drop her pants and rub off in front of her husband, daughter and me. It required much more than that to meet her needs. She left the room.
That left Todd, Rachel and me sitting there like bumps on a log. Rachel had very recently experienced her first real orgasm - two of them in fact - and had been much more intimate with her mother than we men yet knew. When she had said her mother kissed her, we naturally thought it was a lip kiss. As it turned out, I later learned that Lizzie had brought Rachel off with her fingers the first time, and with her mouth the second time. So Rachel was feeling... odd. Add two men into the equation, one of whom was her father and the other a stranger, and that must made her feel more odd.
But there was more. That first time, when Lizzie masturbated her teenage daughter in the bedroom, she was well aware that mood has as much to do with getting sexual release as the physical goings-on. And, since what turned Lizzie on about masturbation was having her husband - and now possibly me - watch her, she talked about that with Rachel, telling her that both men out there in the living room would love to be there in the room with them, seeing Rachel naked, in the role of a mature sexual being. Whether it was the same kink as her mother had, or something natural in women that gives them a thrill when a man notices them sexually, that scenario appealed to Rachel and was an integral part of her first orgasm.
In short, she was looking at both her father and me as men first, and as a father and stranger second, while she sat alone with us in the living room. She was, however, only fourteen, and no amount of grown up passion can make up completely for an almost total lack of experience in dealing with men or those passions. She was excited and scared at the same time. She was a turned on woman/girl, who didn't know what in the world to do about it.
Of course neither Todd nor I knew that then. The males of the species were clueless as hormones, desires and fears coursed through Rachel's body. Interestingly, it was simple love for his offspring that resolved that particular situation.
"Are you all right baby?" Todd asked his horny, scared, excited, nervous, sexually awakened daughter.
In answer she stood, went to him and sat on his lap for a hug. She stood up immediately and peered into his lap, which had a significant bulge in it. He was probably anticipating the return of his wife and the start of festivities that he knew he would enjoy.
"Um... sorry punkin." he said softly.
Rachel looked at his face, and then back at his lap. "Mom said you'd get horny thinking about us doing things." she said.
"Us?" he said.
"Her and me... in the bedroom." said Rachel.
Then she realized he could have interpreted her earlier comment as she and HE. She blushed. But then she sat down on what she had been staring at.
"I never thought about you in that way before." she said, her face inches from her father's. It's weird."
Todd looked back and tried to smile. "Baby, you don't have to think about that at all if you don't want to. I've never thought about you that way either."
She wiggled on his lap. "It FEELS like you're thinking that way."
"That's because of what your mother is going to do." he said.
"Oh." she actually sounded a little disappointed. "Is she really going to... do that... in front of you?" She looked out of the sides of her eyes at me. "In front of BOTH of you?"
"She's very excited about doing that." said Todd. "I know that's hard for you to understand."
"No it isn't." she said, matter-of-factly. "I know how it feels to have boys look at you, and pretend you're naked in their minds and stuff. Boys do that all the time. It makes me feel all tingly when they do that."
"Do you like it?" asked Todd.
"Sometimes." she said. She was all fourteen year old at that instant. "If I like the boy I like it. If I don't like him then it feels creepy. But it always makes me feel tingly."
She wiggled on his lap again and he groaned. Both Rachel and I could tell it was not a groan of pain.
"I feel tingly right now Daddy." she said. Her voice was much more innocent sounding than her actions looked. "Mom said you would have liked to watch what we were doing in there." she said, wiggling some more. I couldn't tell if she was wiggling for her own pleasure, or trying to tease her father. "Bob too." she added.
For the first time I had a zing of interest in this girl that surpassed the normal male penchant for looking at every female as a potential sexual partner. We men do that instinctively, but usually suppress anything that comes from that initial... examination. But her use of my name, instead of "that man too" or "him too" suggested she saw me as a person, rather than the stranger who had gotten their household into an uproar and resulted in her initiation, at least partly, into the mysteries of being a woman. Her informal acceptance of me as "Bob" signaled something in my brain that made her more than just a fourteen year old girl in the house. I realized my own prick was stiffening. The philosopher in me was fascinated at my own response. I knew what Lizzie was going to do, but it was the casual calling of my name by a teenage girl that had affected my libido even more.
Todd really was a loving father. He didn't jump on the chance to expand his voyeuristic opportunities, perhaps at the expense of a tender and vulnerable girl.
"How did that make you feel?" he asked instead.
She blushed and didn't say anything for a few seconds. She also didn't look at him in the eyes, but rather she looked down at his chest.
"It made me feel like I was going to just explode. What she was doing to me... and thinking about... you... and then what I was suddenly feeling. I think I screamed." she finished in a whisper.
"I heard you." said her father.
"I was so embarrassed." she whined.
"You don't have to be embarrassed ever again." he said, kissing her forehead.
Rachel looked up and a tentative smile turned into a beaming smile as Rachel hugged her father tightly.
"Thank you Daddy." she said into his neck.
"I love you punkin." he said back to her.
I almost wish Lizzie hadn't come back into the room just then. It would have been interesting to see what else would have been said.
But Lizzie did come back into the room.
She was dressed in the white peignoir again.
Just as before, Lizzie had only the panties on under the wispy jacket. She had touched up her makeup and she was delicious looking. There was a stain of pink from the tops of her breasts, up into her throat and onto her cheeks. I couldn't tell whether that was sexual excitement, or embarrassment. If it was embarrassment she handled it well. She had put on high heels too, and it changed her appearance. Before she had been an almost naked housewife, tending to a house guest, even if it was in a really sexy way. Those heels made her into a model, exhibiting her body to those present. I couldn't believe how much sexier they made her look, if that was possible.
"That's my man's lap you're sitting on." she said to Rachel. Her voice was husky and low.
"He's my Daddy and I love him." said Rachel.
"You can't sit on his lap while I do what I want to do." said Lizzie.
Todd's solution to the problem was to stand, helping Rachel stand with him, and to move to the couch, where he eased himself down, pulling his daughter down beside him, his left arm around her shoulders. I stayed in the chair I was in. Lizzie went to the dining room and brought back a chair, which she set in the middle of the room. Then she sat on it primly, knees together, facing the rest of us. She was already breathing deeply.
There was no script... no words. She started by lightly caressing her breasts through the jacket, lifting them, pushing them together, and brushing her hands across the tips. Then one hand went inside the jacket to do the same thing, while the other hand went to the single bow that held the front of the jacket together just above her breasts. She stared at Todd the whole time.
When the bow was undone she leaned forward, moving her arms back and holding them straight down. She gave her shoulders a little shimmy-shake and the jacket floated back and off her body, caught between her body and the back of the chair. Her breasts shook and wobbled as she did this, not in a garish stipper kind of way, but more naturally, swaying and bouncing gently. Her stiff nipples were like two maestro's batons, directing Ted's and my nutsacks to tighten and saliva to pool in our mouths. Todd made a small sound in his throat. She spent five minutes on her breasts, tweaking and pulling at her nipples until they stood proud off her breasts, even longer and harder. Then, while one hand continued in that pursuit, the other slid slowly down, over her flat abdomen, the fingertips dipping under the waistband of her panties. Her knees parted, splaying open as she leaned back.
Todd made another sound and his right hand went to his lap. It squeezed the lump there, and then rubbed. I tore my eyes off of Lizzie just long enough to see what Rachel was doing. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes glued to her mother.
"Mmmmmmmm" came a velvety sound from Lizzie's throat as her fingers slid through her pubic hair and to the pussy lips we could clearly see through the panties. Those fingers went in a small circle, making three or four complete revolutions. She pulled the hand out and I heard a sigh from the couch. I couldn't tell who had let it out.
Lizzie's hands went to her hips, and for the first time I saw there were ties there... bows. She didn't look at them, but felt for a loose end with each hand and slowly pulled. The bows came loose, and she dropped her hands to let them hang by her sides. The front of her panties lay there... loose... covering her, but not covering her. The tension was almost unbearable.
Then her hands came up and her fingers flicked and that wispy cloth flew forward and fell to hang off the front of the chair. Lizzie was completely bare to us all. Her pussy lips were dark, almost maroon. They gaped open and looked shiny wet. Her right hand slid down through that hair again, made four or five more circles over her slit, pressing hard and the chair creaked as her hips shifted. She changed to rubbing up and down her whole slit and after three or four of those flat-handed rubs, her middle finger disappeared into her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmm" moaned Lizzie again, letting her head fall back.
She slid her finger back out and then in again, and then back out, her legs opening even wider. Her head came forward and she stared at Todd.
"You can take it out darling." She gave him permission to do what he was desperate to do, but hadn't been able to let himself do with his daughter sitting right beside him.
He looked at Rachel, who looked wide-eyed at him, and then took his arm from around her. He used his left hand to hold his pants while his right hand slid his zipper down. He wasn't wearing underwear and his manhood eagerly sought open air. He pulled his balls out too and then leaned back against the couch.
Rachel stared at the stiff column of flesh protruding from her father's pants. Then she took his left arm and put it around her again, snuggling her shoulder into his arm pit.
Lizzie's eyes glittered as she looked at her husband and daughter. Her finger slid into her pussy and she pulled upward with it, then wagged it back and forth. Todd began jacking his cock. He was uncircumcised, and the big purple glans at the end of his penis flashed in the light as it was uncovered and then covered again. Rachel's head went back and forth, like she was at a tennis match, as she tried to watch both her mother and father at the same time. Her own hand went to press between her jeans-clad legs.
"Do you want to do it too?" panted Lizzie to her daughter.
"No!" gasped Rachel. "Not yet... not now."
I assumed she was still reluctant to bare herself in front of me. I wanted to jack off too, for that matter, and realized I was massaging my own stiff prick through my pants.
"How about you Bob?" asked Lizzie.
"I probably shouldn't." I gasped back.
Lizzie understood my reluctance. "Rachel, honey, would it be OK if Bob did what your father is doing?"
"Yes!" barked Rachel, surprising me. I had thought she was uncomfortable with my being there.
I was hot enough that I took her at her word. I had on jeans, which made it hard to get my prick out, so I stood up and lowered my pants to my thighs and sat back down, stretching out. I started flogging my meat immediately. Now Rachel had three places to look. She was going to have a sore neck by the time we were done.
Lizzie's hand was a blur now as she rubbed and poked at her pussy. Perhaps a minute later she was slumped in the chair, her ass right on the edge when her head went back and she moaned. "OHHHHH YESSSSSSSS."
Todd's arm came away from his daughter and he bounced up off the couch, going immediately between his wife's spread thighs. He was jerking his prick like crazy. Rachel's vision was blocked and she bounced up too, moving toward me to stand beside my chair where she could see both me and her father.
Todd's head went back and he let out a strangled "Uuuuhg" and his hand froze on his prick. His head came down and he aimed his prick, to paint Lizzie's mons and the hand that was still rubbing at her clit. Three long squirts of heavy semen coated her as she rubbed it in, shoving it up into her pussy with slippery fingers.
I could almost feel Rachel's breath as she panted beside me. I didn't look up. I just let fly. I didn't try to catch it in anything. I just concentrated on the experience of ejaculating with two women watching. I also produced three healthy spurts, the first two of which shot out a foot or more, landing on my legs. The third was less strong and I pulled up so that it went straight up and then fell down onto my hand.
Rachel's breathing had stopped suddenly and I looked up to find her staring at my penis and sperm-covered hand, her eyes wild. She was holding her breath, and as her eyes met mine it gusted out of her forcefully. She went back to the couch on wobbly knees and sat down, her hand firmly clamped between her thighs.
That was it for that night... at least for me. Lizzie stayed naked, but cleaned up to see me out the door. There was an air of expectancy in the room as Todd shook my hand and grinned at me. Rachel managed a shy "That was fun." but wouldn't really look at me. Lizzie kissed me, a sloppy wet-lipped kiss that told me she was very happy with how things had turned out.
"Next week, same night?" she asked softly after the kiss.
"I'm nowhere near done interviewing this family." I grinned.
It must have been an interesting week at the... well I'm not going to use their last name... but it must have been interesting there that week. When I arrived a week later, the atmosphere was very relaxed, including Rachel, who answered the door and smiled at me. She was wearing a tank top, and I could see nipples poking out through it.
"Come on in." she said.
She led me to the dining room, where the table was already set. Lizzie was setting out dishes of food. She was wearing a tank top too and she was also braless. Her large breasts pushed themselves outward so strongly that it made it seem like you could see their shape through the fabric. As she saw me looking at her I actually saw her nipples stiffen and elongate. She smiled at me. She also had on some kind of stretchy shorts that were pulled tight in her crotch, displaying a perfect camel toe.
Todd shook my hand. As usual he had on slacks and a button down shirt.
Dinner was just as normal as it was possible for a dinner to be. We talked about the news of the day, the dry spell we were going through, and the food we were eating. Lizzie asked me if I was doing any other interviews concurrent with theirs and I explained that I had two other couples I was talking to.
"Are any of them... like us?" she asked.
"No, not in the sense you're asking." I answered.
"I suppose we're a very strange family." she sighed. "I feel so... I don't know... emancipated maybe." She smiled. "Since we met you I mean."
"I'm glad for that." I said.
I could tell she was feeling a little guilty about being so emancipated, so I mentioned that, while I wasn't interviewing any other couples like them at present, there had been 'others' in the past. I fudged on that a little. Actually there was only that first wild experience with Ralph and Tanya, who I still saw occasionally, but I wanted Lizzie to be happily emancipated. There is little enough joy in this world. What joy we can find should be embraced and nurtured, in my opinion.
The boys had once again been shipped off to a friend's house for the night. Todd said that he thought they were still too young at eleven and twelve to be... emancipated... with the rest of the family.
He looked over at Rachel. "I can't believe how well Rachel has been able to cope with all that's happened in the last week."
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