A Trampoline And Teenage Girls

Fbailey story number 273


A Trampoline And Teenage Girls


I have two beautiful teenage daughters. Bethany is fourteen years old and Chloe is thirteen years old. My lovely wife is thirty-five years old while I am thirty-eight. We live in a development where almost everyone is our age with children about the age of our children. Our daughters are very pretty and very popular so we have an abundance of teenage girls around the house constantly.

Then I bought the best trampoline that money could buy. It was huge and it took me almost all day to put it together.

Finally after dinner I told the girls that they could try it out. Both Bethany and Chloe were wearing miniskirts as they normally did and said that they would have to go and change into some shorts first. I told them that it wasn’t necessary. They looked at me and then they looked at their mother.

Bethany said, “But Daddy will be able to see our panties then.”

My wife smiled and replied, “I think that is exactly what your father wants to see.”

Chloe said, “But Mommy you always told us to keep our knees together so that the boys couldn’t see our panties.”

My wife smiled at me again and then said, “Okay! New rule! One, you need to wear miniskirts on the trampoline and you no longer have to keep your knees together in the house. However you still need to keep your knees together in school, church, and whenever we are out someplace. Two, you can only be on the trampoline if your father or I are here to supervise. After all you could get seriously hurt if you fall on your head. Understood?”

Both Bethany and Chloe nodded in agreement. They smiled at one another and then they got up on the trampoline. My wife stood close, holding me around my waist, and then she pressed one of her breasts into my ribs. I had my hand around her shoulders pulling her in tighter. I was just staring at my daughter’s panty clad pussies and I was thoroughly enjoying it.

Then my wife whispered, “I hope you know what you just started.”

I whispered back, “What?”

She smiled, kissed me, and whispered, “Oh, you foolish man, you.”

I whispered, “What are you talking about?”

She kissed me, snuggled both of her breasts into my chest, and then she thrust her crotch hard against my erection before saying, “That!”

I had not even realized that I was hard.

She kissed me slipping her sweet tongue into my mouth before whispering, “You know that rule I just made about wearing miniskirts on the trampoline? You know that they are going to tell all of their girlfriends and then every teenage little hottie in the neighborhood will be showing you their panties and turning you on. In a week either your cock is going to fall off or my pussy will be worn out. Want to place a bet as to which happens first?”

I just smiled at her, kissed her deeply and with passion as I whispered to her, “What a way to go and I though that I would be shot by a jealous husband.”

She whispered back, “You may be shot by a jealous father if you don’t watch out.”

I looked up to heaven and whispered, “Oh God help me.” I kissed her again and whispered, “Please don’t leave me alone out here.”

For the next hour we watched Bethany and Chloe jump, bounce, and try to do some fancy stuff. My wife and I found ourselves standing right at the metal ring around the trampoline and catching them as they flew at us. I certainly got more than a few handfuls of breast, butt, and pussy that’s for sure. I didn’t do it on purpose and the girls never said a word. My wife smiled at me a couple of times while I was holding onto Bethany’s damp crotch. When it became too dark to be safe my wife called it a night and sent them indoors.

As we watched a movie on the television the girls were on their couch and we adults were on our couch as was our custom. The two couches were in a V-shape facing the television. Bethany was at the far end with her back into the corner as usual and Chloe was in her corner. Me wife had her back towards Chloe and I was in my far corner. I kept glancing over at Bethany but her knees were together as usual. Soon my wife realized that I was not paying full attention to the movie and traced my eyes to Bethany. She turned around and said, “Bethany. Knees apart. You know the new rule.” Bethany smiled at me and spread her knees as wide as the couch would allow her to do. Chloe spread her knees too but I was not in a position to see her panties. As I watched Bethany the material of her panties was quite damp, even wet and it clung to her fourteen-year-old pussy like the skin on a grape. It took the form of her pussy lips, it camel toed, and it drove me up the fucking wall. It didn’t help that my wife had stretched out her foot and was playing with my cock with her toes. It was still in my pants and held by my underwear but it didn’t stop it for growing uncomfortably none the less.

After the movie my wife said, “Okay girls. Go put your nighties on, brush your teeth, and come back down to kiss us goodnight.”

The girls scrambled off and then my wife attacked me saying that I wasn’t the only one that liked seeing the girl’s panties. She had my cock out and was sucking it feverishly. I had her blouse off and was working at her bra when the girls ran down the stairs. My wife just started laughing and tried to cover my stiff saliva coated cock with her hand. I grabbed a pillow and hid it better from their prying eyes.

Chloe asked, “Mommy, why is your blouse off?”

Bethany slapped her shoulder and said, “They were going to have sex and we interrupted them silly.”

Chloe asked, “Can we watch.”

Bethany added, “We were the ones that got him hard.”

My wife smiled and said, “Some other time. Now kiss us good night and run off to bed like good little girls.”

We got our kisses and the girls left us. My wife removed the pillow and smiled at my still hard erection. She went back to sucking it for another minute before rolling onto the floor, tossing her panties at the television, and beckoning me to her. I dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles and crawled between her open legs. There was no need for foreplay since we were both too turned on to stop. I rammed into her hard and she grunted. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, she wrapped her arms tightly around me, and then she whispered, “The girls are watching us from the top of the stairs. Give them a show that they won’t soon forget.”

With that thought in my head I gave her several hard thrusts, then I gave her several long strokes, and I managed to get my clothes off in the process.