Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2010 19:05:48 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: Park views Part 14

There were now three girls in my life, it was undeniable and the fact that
I shared their favours with two other men didn't diminish anything - after
all, how the hell could I manage all three at the same time?  Inevitably, a
close network had developed with the fathers concerned...mischievous minxes
were apt to manipulate and they could when united pose a formidable
front. The trouble was, either one on her own could drive you crazy with
desire...and knew it.  Here I was eyeing off little Fiona...she had a new
toy to play with - me...only yesterday I'd initiated her into the twilight
thrills of sodomy...and she'd loved it.  Now her father was here to collect
her, followed by my smugly satisfied daughter who without hesitation called

"How was it Fiona, did...you manage..to...you know.....?"

Carelessly the 11 year old tossed raven locks to briefly expose slender
neck and glanced up...

"Oh, you mean....did your Dad....well ask him if HE enjoyed it.....we did
it often enough!"

I nodded as my daughter and the other girl's father glanced at me, and
Fiona continued with a naughty giggle

"I think your Dad's probably too tired to do anything with you...tonight.."

Then with a look at her father

"I've had a lovely time Dad...I mean it and...I know you'll want to try it
so...there's something new we can do together....can we please Dad?  Pretty
please?"

Weakly the poor man smiled and mumbled his thanks to me, with an arm around
my daughter's developing waist, we both waved them goodbye.  Regardless of
Fiona's gibe, I buried my face in the girl's blond tresses...then carried
her in to the couch.

As usual the three had been hatching their plots, I noticed it first when I
found my girl working on different ways to put her hair "up", but thought
little of it - until the penny dropped.  A call to Fiona's Dad and

"Why yes, funny you should ask...she's been doing some weird stuff with her
hair, it's pretty long of course, like your daughter's but...she's somehow
managed to pop it into this little beach hat thing, cute...but weird.  So,
what's up?"

I told him of my suspicions and heard him choke.  No need to ring Julie's
Dad of course, that little miss had already attended to matters...she'd had
her hair cut short hadn't she?  So, I awaited the inevitable, and it
happened

"Dad, please Dad, we were wondering, just the three of us...wouldn't it be
nice, if all of us, Dads too of course had a picnic...you know, one of
those beach things?  I mean we girls can do the food - no, not vegemite
sandwiches Dad - Dad!! I mean, it'll be something nice....what do you think
Dad?"

Carefully I asked it

"And, which beach - would you have in mind then....?"

Without looking at me, in a casual off hand manner it came out

"Well, there's that last beach we went to....it was nice there wasn't it
Dad?"

My suspicions were confirmed, oh God....how to break this to the other
fathers?

Of course, it was agreed.  We didn't stand a chance, instead for the sake
of appearances we hummed and hawed a bit, dithered, wavered...then gave in.

Here we were, three men with three young boys in tow, the envy of all those
already ensconced, and carefully we wandered around...then plonked
ourselves down in a reasonably secluded spot, spread towels and mounted
umbrellas. Surprisingly perhaps the girls had made a real effort with the
food, we gave them full marks accordingly, it had turned out to be a
delightful morning and as I quietly digested ... I noticed what was
happening...shorts had been divested and then shirts too as three slender
boys headed for the water's edge, tantalisingly, all three wore, brief
bikini pants.  Horrified, all three fathers raced after...this was a gay
beach and - visions of eager hordes floated up.  We needn't have worried,
manners it seemed would prevail, the watchers had noted our arrival and who
went with who - no way would anyone interfere, watch, drool maybe...but
interfere - never!  So, feeling slightly foolish we coaxed our little girls
back up the beach as naked from the waist up they flaunted themselves for
our inspection.  As I walked behind and watched the sway of little bottoms,
my looks again and again reverted to Julie...yes, my daughter was probably
the most attractive, closely followed by little Fiona, but again, it was
Julie, the way she carried herself, her ripe warm promise of joyous
fulfilment...and I became hard as I watched the girl.  Back under the shade
of the umbrellas the scene changed, artfully the girls had positioned
themselves, ostensibly those boys in brief bathers had to our eyes at least
reverted to lissom little sirens who carefully postured for attention.
God, they were so dreadfully attractive and us fathers just looked at one
another, somehow the other two made a decision and nodded to me

"Let's say...well we know why the little Devils got us here don't we so,
what say..you start - with Julie?"

Dear God I wanted nothing more, I walked over and knelt before the girl

"I suppose the more usual approach would be 'do you want to dance' but
there's really only one proposition I can put to a lovely girl like you in
a place like this isn't there?"

Her eyes glistened and she nodded then reached out.  Next she was in my
arms, I noticed nothing of what happened with the others just then, gently
clinging fingers, a garment eased downward and a body pressed tight...I
pulled away, divested my own clothing and clasped her again, her breath was
coming in strange little puffs, ever after I would associate these sounds
with that moment, face buried between her thighs I thrilled to her taste,
and sat back.  Stark naked there on that beach I turned the girl over,
feverishly applying oil to her cleft and up into her passage, I prepared
Julie for the taking as with both hands she held her cheeks apart, she
whispered for my ears alone

"Now, take me like a boy, you know I'd let you do anything you wanted to
me....just enjoy me...don't think of anything else....come in, come in,
now...please?"

Julie lay beneath me as I eased in....I wanted to push and push just to be
sure I could feel every bit of her as I reached up...and I became lost to
the world, time froze and the two of us heaved and twisted, we were both
calling out, I think...at some stage I came and then felt Julie heave,
neither paused, until bewildered, I surfaced....to find all was still, the
panting girl beneath making the only sounds.  Around us in the shade,
happily spent and relaxed, my daughter clung to Fiona's Dad while little
Fiona proudly snuggled up to Julie's father, one hopeful hand gently
masturbating him.  All three girls had been systematically and by the looks
of it - repeatedly - buggered in public and as I looked around I was
amazed, our nearest neighbour was now no more than 50 yards away, others
were nearby - yet no one, no one cast a glance in our direction, we were
now a part of the gay scene, we'd suddenly been accepted.  Thankfully I
placed an arm around Julie's shoulders and drew her close as her Dad
quietly remarked..

"We, er, thought you two would set the pace so to speak, you go well
together..."

while Julie, looked up at me - adoringly.