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From: Rod OSteele <rod.osteele@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Sleepover 2 (MF Mf Ff ff 1st)
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Date: Fri, 09 Mar 2007 18:10:03 -0500
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   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, women and women.  Some of the participants in the story are under
the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not read
this.  The law says you teens should remain in ignorance of the thing you
think about the most.  If that makes sense to you please write and tell me
how it does because it sounds just insane to me.



   Sleepover



   Part II





   200 miles away, Cathy was saving money by sharing her room with the
junior auditors on her team, brand new graduates who had been working for
her for the past few months, Ryan and Mindy.  Ryan and Mindy were the
reason Cathy didn't need sex from Mike any more.  Mindy loved to suck
pussy, and Cathy's pussy was getting a workout at that very minute.  Ryan
was plowing Mindy from behind at the same time.

   Cathy was still an attractive woman despite having a twelve-year-old
daughter.  Her red hair was splayed on the bed, her firm tits were jiggling
as Mindy's face was repeatedly slammed into her pussy as Ryan plowed into
Mindy's pussy from behind.  Cathy watched.  All she could see were Mindy's
dark eyes under her black mane of hair filled with lust, as her tongue
worked feverishly on her pussy.  Mindy was a true bi-sexual and a nympho as
well.  She couldn't get enough sex and would use up Ryan and Cathy before
she was satisfied.

   Behind the girl, Ryan towered, his sleek muscular body rippling as he
hunched again and again, driving his cock into Mindy, driving the rhythm of
their sex with his hips.  Ryan couldn't believe his luck.  Everyday he
blessed the gods who had delivered him into this threesome.  He got all the
sex he could handle, and at 22 that was plenty.  Three or four cums a night
were nothing and he was learning control as well.  He thought he had worked
hard in college on the lacrosse team.  But those workouts paled to the
workouts Mindy and Cathy put him through, fucking for hours at a time,
first one then the other woman.  The amazing thing is they were both
fucking hot chicks, one a redhead and the other an exotic black-haired
minx. He just wished he could brag about bagging the two of them, but Cathy
was married.

   Ryan was covered with a fine sheen of sweat as they had been going at it
for an hour and a half already.  He was on his third cum and he was getting
ready to dump it into Mindy's upturned pussy.  He watched as Cathy moaned
and twisted in another orgasm and Mindy's pussy clamped down on his
thrusting cock as her climax took her.  It sent Ryan over the edge and his
balls emptied themselves again spewing into Mindy's spasming pussy.

   Ryan was done; he fell to the bed beside Cathy.  Mindy, smiling her
lusty smile, crawled up between them, kissing Ryan, her face covered with
Cathy's cum, then kissing Cathy before nestling in between them.  Cathy and
Mindy rolled towards each other until the three of them were in a group
hug. Cathy and Ryan kissed as Mindy watched.  "Me, too," she pleaded, never
able to get enough.

   Cathy smiled, then kissed the girl.  She switched off the light and the
three lovers fell into a dreamless sleep.  Cathy was the luckiest woman
alive.

   *****

   Mike awoke the next morning filled with guilt.  He had deflowered two of
his daughter's friends, and worse, he had done it in front of his own
daughter.  He was a completely degraded asshole.  How could he face the
girls?  How could he face his daughter?  The guilt hung on him like a
thousand pounds of lead around his neck.  He could barely drag his tired
ass from his bed to the shower.

   He had washed himself, though he wasn't able to wash away the guilt. 
Mike went out to the kitchen to start breakfast.  He knew the girls were
going to hate him.  How could he face them?

   He put bacon on the griddle and poured some pancake batter.  The noise
and smells woke the girls.  Mike heard the noises of three girls arising.
He set the table with four plates, operating on automatic as his mind went
round and round on the same track, they'll hate me...

   Julie was first out, a bright smile on her face, "Morning, Mr.  O'Hara.
What's for breakfast?"

   "Pancakes and bacon," he said waiting for the accusations to begin...

   "Great," she said happily.  "Can I help?"

   "Yeah, get the syrup and butter for the table," he said, watching the
girl.

   Julie turned to the refrigerator and with a bounce in her step, started
getting things out.

   Phoebe was next, also smiling, "Hi, Mr.  O'Hara."

   "Morning, Phoebe.  Uh, pancakes sound okay?"

   "Yeah.  Can I help?"

   "You can help Julie set the table," he said, turning back to start the
first batch.  His mind was spinning.  This was the last thing he expected.
It was almost like nothing had happened.  Had he dreamed the whole thing?
It couldn't have been a dream, it was too real.  He started turning the
flapjacks as Auben appeared.

   Unlike the other girls, Auben looked dour.  "Morning, sweetie," Mike
said.

   She simply grunted.

   Mike piled up the pancakes on a plate and the bacon on another.  The
girls sat down and started happily and noisily eating.  He shook his head.

   Mike retreated to his den with his own plate and to contemplate.  He
couldn't figure out what was going on.  His mind just went in circles.

   About ten, Julie stuck her head in the door, "We're going, Mr.  O'Hara."

   Mike followed her to the front door.  He saw Julie's mom waiting in the
car.  Phoebe launched herself into his arms before the door opened,
wrapping her arms around his neck, and mashed her lips against his.  "Thank
you, Mr.  O'Hara."

   As she released him, Julie replaced her, also kissing him, "Yeah,
thanks."

   He watched as the girls ran out to the car carrying their bags, carefree
as ever.

   He turned to see Auben watching him.  She crossed her arms over her
chest and waited.

   "What is it, sweetie?" he asked.

   "Now that the sex squad is gone, maybe you'll notice me," she said.

   "Auben," Mike scolded.

   "Dad," she mimicked him.

   The guilt flooded back.  He sat on the couch, his head in his hands.

   Auben, hurt in her voice, asked him, "Dad, what happened?"

   "I don't know what happened, sweetie.  I've been wondering what happened
all night and all morning," he told her, tears starting in his eyes.

   Auben could see the tears which broke through her anger.  She tried to
put what was bothering her in words, "Julie and Phoebe were just all..."

   "What sweetie?" Mike asked.

   "They were just all happy," Auben said.

   "Happy?" Mike asked.  He thought they would be angry, or depressed or
scared.  Happy?

   "Yes.  They got laid and I didn't," she said.

   "Auben," Mike scolded.

   "Dad, don't Auben me.  You did it with Julie and Phoebe.  Why?"

   Mike subsided onto the couch.  "Do you hate me?" It was his worst fear
and he had to voice it.

   Auben was quiet for a moment as she sorted through her own conflicting
thoughts.  "No, Dad.  I love you.  It's just that I'm mad, not so much at
you...  How can I say this, because I think you'll get mad at me but... 
I'm mad because Julie and Phoebe got to do something and I didn't," she
rushed the last few words as if trying to get them out before he could
react.

   Mike tried to understand but she was his daughter, "I guess I kind of
understand but it's different."

   "I want to get laid too," she said.

   "Aub..." Mike stopped himself.  "Sorry."

   Auben saw her father really trying to understand.  He looked sheepish.
It was enough to make her giggle, "Poor Dad."

   "I can't help it.  It's different with you."

   "So, it's okay that Julie and Phoebe have sex but not okay for me?" she
asked.

   Mike shrugged, "Sorry Auben, but yeah, that's the way I feel.  I can't
help it."

   Auben tried to stay mad about it but she really couldn't.  She knew that
the reason her dad felt that way was because he loved her as a daughter. 
It wasn't fair maybe, but it was right that he be that way.  "I guess I
understand.  I'll just have to not tell you."

   "Auben!" Mike started but he immediately saw her smile and realized she
was tweaking him.  "Oh, getting even with me are you?"

   She laughed out loud now.  "Maybe, maybe I'm being serious."

   "Oh boy.  I'm in deep trouble now," he said.  "So, Julie and Phoebe
aren't mad at me?"

   "Mad?  They're happy as can be," Auben said.  "They can't wait until...
Well, you know."

   "Really?  I thought they'd hate me," he said.

   "I'm the only one mad at you," Auben said trying to look angry, but
failing as she watched her Father's face fall.  "Oh, Dad, I'm not really
mad at you and Phoebe and Julie definitely aren't mad at you."

   Mike looked up at his daughter and could see she wasn't mad at him. 
"Thank you sweetie," his voice cracked as tears of relief started down his
cheeks.

   Auben jumped up and threw herself at him, "I love you, Daddy.  Even if
you screw my best friends until they go crazy."

   "Auben," Mike pleaded.

   "Sorry, I'll quit teasing you...  tomorrow."

   They hugged and Mike felt some of the guilt evaporate as he realized
that his two worst fears weren't true: Auben still loved him and the girls
didn't hate him.

   *****

   Maybe it was coincidence, maybe.  Maybe there really are coincidences
like this...  The phone rang that afternoon and Mike picked it up, "Hello."

   "Mr.  O'Hara?" a feminine voice asked.

   "Yes."

   "Mr.  O'Hara, I don't know how to say this, but I work at the Finance
Department," the voice said.

   Mike wasn't sure what to expect.  Had there been an accident?  "What?"

   "You should know something.  I work with Cathy and Mindy and Ryan," she
said.

   `Who are Mindy and Ryan?' Mike asked himself confused by the unexpected
nature of the call.

   "I'm sorry, I'm not making sense.  Okay, I'll just have to say it. 
Cathy and Mindy and Ryan are...  well, they're having sex.  I'm sorry, but
they are," the voice said.

   "Who the hell are you?" Mike asked, anger surging into his mind.

   "I'm Mindy's roommate, when she is here," the woman said.  "I just think
what she is doing is wrong, so I had to call you.  I couldn't live with it
any longer."

   "I see," Mike said, unsure what to think, his emotions quickly going
from one extreme to another: anger, fear, sorrow, furor.  "How do you
know?"

   "Mindy has told me about it.  You have to know Mindy.  She loves sex. 
The first time the three of them went on an audit it was just chance. 
Well, two days and Mindy was going crazy so she asked Ryan to come to her
room and she did it with him." The girl's voice was full of disdain, which
Mike noticed.

   "Excuse me, but this sounds personal," he said.

   There was a pause, then a sigh.  "Yeah, I guess it is.  Mindy is my
roommate."

   "And by roommate you mean..."

   "Yes, I mean lover, okay.  Yes, I'm a lesbian, okay," the voice said
angrily.

   "Whoa, I wasn't trying to make a point.  I'm just trying to understand.
I'm kind of in shock," Mike said.

   "Sorry," the voice said.  "I guess I'm a little emotionally involved."

   "Yeah, me too," said Mike.

   The girl took a deep breath, "Anyway, Mindy wasn't happy with just a guy
so the second week on the audit she seduced Cathy.  They didn't know it but
Mindy was trading them off night by night.  Well, Cathy asked Mindy to go
on her next audit but she said she'd go only if Ryan went.  So the three of
them went on the next audit.  By the third trip, Mindy told Cathy she would
only go if the three of them were together.  Ryan was all for it, being a
man.  Cathy agreed because it was the only way Mindy would go.  So now they
share a room, all three and they do it every night."

   "Oh," Mike said, things sliding into place that hadn't made sense until
now.

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  O'Hara, but I thought you should know." There was a
click, then the dial tone.  Mike hung up the phone and fell back into the
chair.  He buried his face in his hands.  `The filthy slut!  Cheating on
me,' he raged...  But as quickly a vision of blonde haired angel Phoebe and
brunette angel Julie filled his mind and the rage vanished replaced by
sheepishness.  Shit, he had done the same thing.  No, he was worse; at
least Cathy wasn't robbing the cradle.

   `But she forced me into it because she wasn't doing her duty,' his mind
tried to turn the blame to Cathy, but it didn't work for more than a
moment. He was responsible for what he did.  He had willingly fucked the
girls and Cathy wasn't the cause; He was.  How could he be mad at her for
doing nothing worse than what he had done?

   Was the girl on the phone telling him the truth?  Maybe this was some
kind of sick joke by someone who worked with Cathy.  Was she trying to get
even for a slight at work?  No, the voice was sincere, angry and a little
bit hurt.  And the biggest thing was that it explained so much.  Now, what
should he do?





















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