Gemma was unusually quiet on the way home.
"What's up, sport?"
"Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking…"
"I thought I heard a funny noise."
"Ha, ha, Dad. You're a laugh a minute."
"Sorry. What were you thinking about?"
"About David and Kiri. I liked them."
"That's good. I liked them, too."
She grinned. "You certainly liked Kiri."
"Erhm, yes," I blushed. I certainly did like Kiri and it was going to take some time to sort out my feelings about her.
We were late getting home and I was more than a little relieved that Marion had gone to bed early. My dreams that night were disturbing and erotic. At one point I had a collection of Gemma's and Connie's friends lined up against a wall with their bottoms thrust out. I stood behind them flicking their bare backsides with a long whip, the sort you see animal trainers with in a circus, while Marion pressed herself against my back masturbating me with one hand and screaming imprecations in my ear. The scene changed, the way they do in dreams, and I was sitting with Kiri impaled on my lap. Marion, Gemma and Connie were kneeling on the floor, their bottoms in the air and their heads twisted to stare at me with mingled looks of hatred and lust. My boss, or was it my father, I couldn't be certain, walked up and down behind them whacking their bottoms with a huge paddle. He was stark naked and sported the largest erection I had ever seen. "Choices," he was saying. "Life's full of choices. Which are you going to choose?" Kiri seemed oblivious to all this. She rested her weight on my knees and raised and lowered herself upon my erection with mechanical abandon. I awoke, sweating and panting, my heart pounding and my mouth dry.
I was moody and fretful all week. Try as I might, I couldn't sort out my feelings for Kiri. I was ambivalent about David and Gemma, too. Margo and Kieran hadn't bothered me. It was two adults and two teenagers and that was okay. But the age gap disturbed me. A teenage girl with a man old enough to be her father was too close to incest to be comfortable. I tried imagining it the other way round - a teenage boy with a woman old enough to be his mother. For some reason that didn't bother me at all. Perhaps it would be different if I had a son. Whatever, if I had feelings for Kiri, honesty compelled me to accept that David could have feelings for Gemma. I liked the guy and, if she was going to have sex with somebody older, it might as well be him as anybody. Was it the particular age gap that bothered me? I tried to picture Gemma with men I knew of various ages. It was a fruitless exercise and eventually I gave up. No doubt it would all sort itself out in the end.
They were waiting for us when we arrived on Thursday and greeted us with happy smiles and hugs. David seemed much more relaxed and cheerful. He said that he and Kiri and Kiri's mother, Janice, had had several heart-to-heart talks and had cleared the air.
I laughed, remembering my conversations with Gemma. "It's a hard lesson to learn," I said. "But you can't hide anything in this situation."
Gemma seemed particularly interested in Janice and wanted to know what she thought about the club and her husband and daughter going without her. Janice, as I had suspected, had been as worried about Kiri's behaviour as David and had fully supported the idea of joining in the first place. She was less naïve than the rest of her family about the sexual side of spanking and Kiri's desire to continue coming along came as no surprise to her. She had once had a boyfriend who introduced her to spanking as foreplay and had quite enjoyed it. I sensed there was more to this than David was letting on but kept my counsel. Blushing, David admitted that they had indulged in a spanking session earlier in the week.
"Did she enjoy it? Did you enjoy it?" Gemma wanted to know.
Kiri gave a filthy laugh. "If the noises coming from the bedroom meant anything, I think they did."
"Girls who are rude about their parent's private affairs often get spanked," I said with a grin.
"Ooh, yes please," she said with wide-eyed innocence. "Would you really, Uncle Gerry?"
"The only person crying 'uncle' round here will be you."
She licked her lips in an exaggerated manner. "Yummy. Is that a promise."
"Kiri, you're incorrigible," I laughed.
"Don't you mean insatiable?" Gemma asked.
"I think that's you, dear."
"I'm not insatiable," she pouted. "I'm just hard to please."
"And I'm just hard," David said, joining in the repartee.
"Well, you certainly spank me hard enough," Kiri complained.
"Not hard enough, obviously. You're still far too sassy."
It was not the most original banter but the fact that we could engage in this sort of verbal cut-and-thrust showed how far we'd come in such a short time. By mutual consent, we booked a rather neutral room and stripped off our clothes. Then, with Kiri perched on my knee and Gemma on David's, we talked. It seemed the natural thing to do and, surprisingly, none of us seemed the least embarrassed. I don't even remember what we talked about but I do remember, at one point, wishing that Marion could be here to share the growing closeness between our two families.
The talking eventually wound down and we indulged in some heavy petting. Kiri and I exchanged deep kisses and, while I played with her breasts, she stroked my erection. Her breasts really were amazing. Gemma's breasts were round, smaller versions of here mother's, but Kiri's were like elastic cones attached to her chest. The dusky pink areolae stood out independently, one hill perched on top of another. Her nipples were broad and ill-defined but the whole area was sensitive and she sighed appreciatively as I explored their contours.
Gemma whispered something in David's ear. They stood and he led her to the bed almost shyly, as if she was his first lover. Kiri and I exchanged glances then followed them. Starting at her neck I began to lick, kiss and nibble my way down her body. I spent a long time at her breasts, beginning at the outer edges and slowly working my way up to the twin peaks. When I finally took the pink cones into my mouth, sucking them in as deep as I could, her hands clasped my head and she arched her back, murmuring small endearments.
Slowly I moved down her body, paying homage to her navel on the way. This was another sensitive spot and I could feel her stomach muscles ripple under my lips. I reached the top of her neatly trimmed bush and stopped. She had expected me to continue down, wanted me to, but instead I pushed her legs apart and started kissing up the inside of her thighs. Her skin was velvet soft but the muscles beneath felt firm. There was very little excess fat on her. As I reached the top of one thigh, she spread herself wider, an obvious invitation to carry on. Instead I started on the other leg and worked my way up with the same slow deliberation.
By the time I'd reached the top of that leg, she was audibly panting. Her hips were giving little involuntary jerks. The exotic flower of her inner labia was in full bloom, it's petals spread wide and full to the brim of intoxicating nectar. In short, she was dripping. The aroma was a heady mixture of youth and musk, sweet and tart and hot and light all at the same time. She thrust her pelvis up at me revealing more of the sopping pink interior.
I took a long, slow lick from the bottom of her open slit to the top. She tasted exactly as she smelt and it burst upon my tongue like fireworks. Her moan was of need and pleasure. I toyed with her, licking round and over and between her labia, lapping up her juices as they oozed from her wet vagina. By the wriggling of her hips and the hands clutching ineffectually at my hair I knew she wanted more and faster but, equally, she was enjoying the teasing as much as I. I poked my tongue inside her, waggling it around, then I sought her clitoris. That did it for her. As my tongue flicked over the rubbery flesh, she shuddered. A flood of slightly sweeter fluid met my tongue and I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting spasmodically.
She relaxed with a long sigh and I started again. Keeping my tongue flicking across her clit, I slid two fingers into her vagina and began to masturbate her. I heard her gasp and felt her squirm with pleasure. It wasn't long before I sensed she was approaching another climax. I took her clitoris gently between my teeth and worried it, flicking my tongue over the tip as I did. She came again, more violently and more vocally than before. I was forced to release her clit for fear of hurting her. Then her hands were at my head urging me up.
"That was something else," she murmured, her eyes shining. Seeming not to care that my face was covered in her juices, she gave me a deep, passionate kiss.
"I want to do the same to you," she said when we parted.
"Next time," I replied.
"You'll enjoy it. I'm told I'm very good."
"I enjoy anything with you. All of you is very good."
"Wicked man," she murmured and kissed me again.
I slipped into her, embedding myself fully in one smooth stroke.
"I want you to cum," she husked. "Don't think about me. I want to watch you. I love watching a man's face as he cums."
I was grateful for that as I didn't think I could last long. I started to move, driving into her in long strokes. She put her hands under my hips to keep me from lying on her and moved beneath me, twisting and turning this way and that so that her vagina squeezed and pressed my cock in all sorts of unexpectedly pleasurable ways. All the time she kept her eyes glued on my face. I was right. I didn't last long. Before I knew it I was driving into her in short, fast jabs as my cum rose. Then, with an ecstatic groan, I emptied my balls deep in her vagina.
"You're beautiful when you cum," she whispered as I collapsed on top of her.
Time passed in a bit of a daze. I was infatuated with Kiri. She was a fantasy girl; young, sexy, willing and uninhibited - and she was mine. The adolescent in me wanted to drop everything and take her away somewhere exotic and make love to her over and over again. The adult me, however, realised that this really was just an adolescent fantasy; that I had a wife and children to look after whom a loved very much. Still, it was hard keeping a sense of proportion as images of her kept appearing, often at the most inappropriate times. I would find myself drifting off into a reverie while sitting at my desk and realise, with a start, that quarter of an hour had passed. I had to concentrate very hard to keep my mind on my work and other responsibilities.
Each time we met, I found myself being drawn to her more and more. I knew I shouldn't. She was only seventeen, after all, while I was more than twice that. The irony of being old enough to be her father was not lost on me. I knew, in the end, it would probably end painfully with both of us being hurt but she shone with such a bright flame that this dowdy old moth found irresistible even though he knew he would get burnt.
Gemma and David seemed to be developing a similar intimacy. I was still slightly ambivalent about the man. He always seemed to holding something back when we were together. However, he appeared to have overcome his initial reservations and joined in the fun and games enthusiastically enough. He had even started to make suggestions about how the evenings should progress. He was a very intense man who took things very seriously. He had this habit of pushing his glasses up with one forefinger when he was being especially serious which Gemma found endearing. I put my reservations down to the fact that he was a naturally shy person and, if I was being honest, a slight touch of jealousy on my part that he had stolen Gemma's heart.
Gemma did not share my doubts. With her, he was completely relaxed and she saw nothing in him to worry her. They had long and intimate conversations about which she would tell me nothing. I was a bit miffed at first as one of the greatest joys of our new relationship was the openness and honesty with which we spoke. Gemma told me I was being unreasonable.
"Look, Dad," she said almost crossly, "I have a relationship with you and I don't go around blabbing my mouth off about it to everyone. I have a different relationship with Mum but, equally, I don't tell you all the things she and I talk about. You accept that quite happily. So why can't I have the same sort of relationship with David?"
"You're quite right, dear," I sighed. "I suppose it's the father in me that doesn't want to see you get hurt."
She gave me a hug and a kiss. "And that's why I love you so. You'll always be my dad." She paused and a frown creased her brow. "I know this can't last and I suspect I'm going to get hurt. But," she shrugged," if that's that way it's going to be… I have to live my own life… make my own mistakes."
"I know. The hardest thing about being a parent is knowing that you can't protect your children for ever; that you have to let them learn from experience, however painful. If it's any consolation, I'm going to be hurt as well when this all ends."
She gave me an unfathomable look. "Then I suppose we'll just have to cry in each other's beer," she said with a shaky laugh.
"Oh, no," I cried, attempting to lighten the mood. "I hate watery beer."
We were sitting in the bar one evening discussing what we would like to do when I realised Kiri had the air of someone who wanted to say something but wasn't certain if they should.
"You have an idea, Kiri," I said, encouragingly.
"I don't know whether you'll want to do this but I'd like to try something." She was strangely hesitant.
"Go on, dear," David encouraged.
"Well, up to now we've sort of paired off and done our own things. I'd like us to do something together."
"How do you mean?"
She explained her idea. After some initial hesitation, it began to grow on us and, by the time we went to find a room, we were all excited.
In the room, a plain bedroom, we all stripped off and cleared enough space. The girls stood facing each other and placed their hands on each other's shoulders. Then they shuffled backwards until they were bent right over, backs dipped. Only their mutual support prevented them from falling over. Posed like this the muscles in their legs were stretched tautly and the cheeks of their bottoms stuck out proudly. Their faces were only inches apart. Both girls were breathing heavily, their breasts heaving, their eyes shining with excitement. David and I both sported erections.
"This feels weird," Gemma said in a breathy voice.
"But it looks very sexy," David said.
We took up floggers, short-handled whips with a number of long, strands. I nodded to David to have first strike and watched as he raised the whip and brought it sharply down on his daughter's outthrust bottom.
"Oh, God," Kiri gasped and went up on tiptoes as the pain flashed through her. She overbalanced and Gemma had to brace herself firmly to prevent her friend falling forward.
I raised my flogger and delivered a good whack to Gemma's backside. Pink stripes appeared on her pale skin. She, too, went up on her toes and this time Kiri had to brace herself.
"That stings," she said.
"I know," Kiri replied. "Isn't it great?"
Setting up a rhythm of alternate strokes, David and I flogged our daughter's bottoms. The girls moaned and cried and gasped as the long strands curled round their tender cheeks, leaving pink marks and rivulets of fire. Their bottoms danced as they wriggled and squirmed under the lashes and clung tightly to each other for mutual support, both physical and emotional.
Without a word being said, David and I changed places. I was now looking at Kiri's, the small taut cheeks, deep pink from her father's attentions, clenching and relaxing as she tried to relieve the stinging pain. The inner lips of her labia glistened with her arousal. The sight of her, bent over and clinging tightly to Gemma for support was incredibly erotic, the more so as it was Gemma. Kiri had been right. There was a special intimacy in the fact that it was my daughter providing the support and that she, herself, was in exactly she same position.
I raised the flogger and brought it down on Kiri's out-thrust bottom. David mirrored my action and we were back in the rhythm. The girls practically danced, or perhaps they more resembled wrestlers in the first clinch, testing each other out, trying to find a weakness in their opponent. Of course wrestlers are not normally naked teenage girls having their bottoms whipped - although the idea does have a certain merit. The whole situation was intensely erotic and my cock became painfully hard.
I glanced up at David. From the expression on his face, I could see her was feeling the same way as I. I gave him the slightest of nods. We dropped out whips stepped up behind our girls and stuffed out cocks into them.
"Oh, my God," Kiri screeched. "Your Dad. He's fucking me. Oh, it feels so good."
"And your Dad's doing the same to me," Gemma gasped.
There was something so intimately erotic having David facing me only a few feet away, fucking my daughter vigorously as I fucked his. I could see the changing expressions on his face as he ploughed Gemma's tight furrow and the expressions on hers as she felt him thrust in and out of her. I was as acutely aware of them as I was of Kiri and my cock pillaging her depths. It was so intimate it felt almost incestuous.
Both girls were gasping and panting, wiggling their bottoms in pain and pleasure as our thighs slapped against theirs and our balls swung to bump against their mons. They clung on to each other for mutual support as we fucked them lustily. Kiri bent her head and rested it on Gemma's shoulder. She was moaning audibly. After a moment's hesitation, Gemma leant her head against Kiri's shoulder. Like that, they seemed to be two parts of the same person.
It wasn't a particularly comfortable position for us, particularly for David who was much taller than Gemma, but what it lacked in comfort it made up for in excitement. Without being aware of it, David and I were pounding in and out of out respective daughter's cunt's in perfect synchronisation. I glanced up to meet his gaze. He raised an enquiring eyebrow and I nodded. We began to move faster, jabbing away in shorter, harder strokes. I thrust my pelvis forward, attempting to drive my cock even further up Kiri's hot vagina. The girls swayed and teetered dangerously as we worked them mercilessly.
Suddenly Kiri began to gasp. "Oh, God," she panted, clutching Gemma even more tightly. "Oh, yes. Don't stop."
I didn't and I felt her tense beneath me as she began to cum. Her vagina convulsed around my cock and, although I hadn't been aware I was that close, I jammed my cock deep inside her and emptied my balls. It happened every time. There was something about the way she came, the way her internal muscles clutched and massaged my cock, that did it for me. And each time was wonderful. I always felt a euphorically empty after I had unloaded inside Kiri. It felt like she was drinking my cum, milking me for every drop.
Gemma must have been close, too, for, as she felt Kiri cum, she let out a series of small, animal cries. I could see her body twitching as she came. I had never seen her cum before and I was surprised to find it such an erotic sight. I wondered what it felt like - to be embedded inside her when she came. Would it be like Kiri or Marion or something uniquely Gemma? I pushed the thought aside as David strained forward and emptied his balls inside her. The thought came back. What would it be like to cum inside her; to feel her round bottom pressed against my groin; to hear her gasps of pleasure as I filled her with cum?
The girls started to straighten, groaning as sore bottoms and cramped muscles made themselves felt, with David and I still inside them. Gemma's face had that expression of extreme satisfaction that denotes a well-fucked girl and I assumed Kiri's must be much the same. They smiled at each other, the smile of people who have shared something deep and meaningful. Kiri put her hand against Gemma's cheek then leant forward and kissed her soundly on the lips. For a moment, Gemma seemed startled then relaxed and returned the kiss. They straightened, us men-folk forgotten as our shrinking cocks slipped stickily from their cunts, and moved together. They held each other tightly, sharing a long, deep and passionate kiss. David and I watched in awe. They looked so right together, so erotic - tall, lean, tawny Kiri and the shorter, pale, brown-haired Gemma.
When at last they parted they stepped away from each other hurriedly, as if embarrassed at the instant of passion they had shared. Both girls were flushed although whether from embarrassment or excitement I couldn't say. They didn't speak but started collecting their clothes and preparing to leave. Wisely, David and I stayed silent and we parted without making a firm arrangement for the following week.
Gemma was quiet and thoughtful on the way home, staring moodily out of the window at the darkened buildings. So much so I was forced to speak.
"Care to talk about it?"
"Not really."
"I think you should. Something's bothering you and I can guess what."
She sighed. "I guess it's obvious. It took me by surprise."
"I could see that. You didn't seem to object, though."
"That's the problem. I should have, shouldn't I?"
"Why?"
"Well… because…" She trailed off, blushing.
"How did you feel when Kiri kissed you?"
"Surprised. Shocked. I've never been kissed by a girl before. And then… and then I suddenly felt like a wave of lust sweep over me. I wanted her to keep kissing me; to keep holding me; to take me to bed and touch me all over; to touch her all over… It was very strange. I've never felt anything like that for a girl before."
I suppose men probably have one of two reactions to lesbians. Either they find the whole idea repulsive and unnatural or they find it a total turn-on. I had never considered the idea before but, from my reaction to Gemma and Kiri, felt I must belong in the latter camp.
"So, what's the problem?"
"She's a girl," she exclaimed. "It's not right. I shouldn't feel things for another girl."
"Okay. I can see three possibilities. Did you enjoy making love with David?"
"Yes, of course."
"Picture him now, poised above you, about to enter you. What do you feel? Lust? Disgust?"
She closed her eyes for a moment. "Not disgust. Lust. I want to feel him inside me."
"Then I doubt you're a lesbian." I didn't have the faintest idea if this was true or not but it seemed logical that someone who found their own sex attractive would probably find the idea of having sex with someone of the opposite sex repulsive. "So the other options are that you are either bi-sexual or uncertain."
"Bi-sexual?"
"You are attracted to both men and women. I believe it happens."
"Oh. And uncertain?"
"When you're young, it's quite natural to experiment." I was on stronger ground here. "When I was about your age I had a crush on a boy in the class above me. Do you remember me telling you about the boy I admired who was killed?" She looked blank. "I think we were talking about that friend of yours who was arrested. French or English, I think his name was."
She nodded. "Andy English. Yes, I remember. You said he was very athletic and was killed in a skiing accident or something."
"That's him. Well, it was a bit more than admiration. I had, I suppose, sexual feelings for him, which is probably why I admired him so much. Nothing came of it but I was really in a sweat that I might be gay. It wasn't quite so open in these days and it was much more of a stigma. Anyway, I went around for ages worried sick. Fortunately, one of my teachers, who, now I think back on it, probably was gay, persuaded me to open up. He was really sympathetic. He talked to me about experimenting and finding out who I was and that sort of thing. Of course, I wasn't gay and I've never felt the slightest attraction for another man since then but, at the time, it was most upsetting."
She looked at me admiringly. "I'm impressed, Dad."
"Why? There's nothing admirable about it."
"No. I mean I'm impressed that you can talk about it so openly. How many other dads do you know that could confess to their teenage daughters that they had been attracted to another man?"
"I'm afraid I don't know any other dads well enough to ask," I said in a feeble attempt to deflect this praise. I caught a glimpse of her face. "But, I see what you mean. It's not the sort of thing one drops into the conversation, is it? So, how do you feel about Kiri now?"
"I don't know. But you've certainly made me feel a bit easier about it."
"Would you take it any further? There's a wild streak in her, you know." The idea of Gemma and Kiri making love was decidedly arousing.
"I don't know," she said, staring out of the window. But there was something in her gaze and her tone that suggested it might not take much to persuade her.