Handy High School Helpers, Pt 2

“Betcha never thought you’d have two helpers, huh Cal,” Vicky said as she stretched out on top of him next to her friend Stephanie, his niece. He could only smile and shake his head as Steph lifted herself up, allowing him to slip out of her as his spent semen spilled from her opening onto his stomach and thighs. Blissfully unconcerned with the mess, Steph also stretched out and laid down onto him and his stickiness against the back of the couch, so that the two naked girls, sixteen and seventeen, were both face down atop him.

Vicky lifted her head and gave Steph, her older friend who she’d been sleeping with for several years now, a long passionate kiss. “Sorry I had to be so rough with you back there, sweetie, but there really wasn’t any other way to get you to do it.” Once she’d seduced Cal, a man twice her age and then some, then blackmailed Steph with the exposure of their own secret relationship, the last hurdle was to get her to join them, or more bluntly put, to get her to fuck her own uncle. Now, having broken all the sexual tension of their weekend visit along with a number of taboos and social moors, they had another eighteen hours left to make the best of it.

Steph smiled cautiously, the events of the past hour still sinking in. “You’re a very bad girl, Victoria, and there’s serious spanking waiting for you when we get home.”

“Oooo, goodie!” Vicky squirmed with excitement, “but don’t feel like you have to wait until then.” She was arching her back, raising her wiggling butt up in the air, which Steph then playfully smacked lightly once, then twice more with increased force. “Mmmm,” Vicky smiled, “I hope there’s more where that came from. Cal, do you think I need a spanking, too?”

Cal had been recovering from his orgasm and was lying quietly beneath them enjoying the show. “I’m pretty sure we all need a good spanking for this. Hopefully no one will find out about it to give it to us.” He was sure they’d keep things a secret, but he of course had the most to loose, and a spanking would be a pleasure next to the reality of getting discovered.

Steph reached for his softening dick and gently caressed it. “Don’t worry, Uncle Cal,” she said reassuringly as she tugged, “this’ll be our very best secret.”

They lay there for a few more minutes enjoying the naked nearness of one another, until Cal finally spoke. “I guess this means I have to feed you tonight, huh.” The girls had been there on a college visit, but had given up the idea of attending in lieu of an afternoon of fun, and had therefore lost their meal ticket for the night. “Well, would you like to go out? We have Italian, Japanese, Mexican,..”

“One of each, please” Vicky chimed in, cutting him off. Steph just rolled her eyes. “Pervert. All this and you still want more.” Then to Cal she said, “Can we go some place a little nice? We have the dresses we were going to wear tonight anyway, so it would be fun to still put them to use.” Cal thought for a moment, then told them he knew of a perfect place.

“You girls go get ready, and we’ll go out and have some fun.” They climbed up off him to head to their room, and he just stared after them, young, beautiful, and unconditionally his for the weekend. He had to be the luckiest man alive. They scampered out of the room and he himself got up and went back to his bedroom to shower. He heard them giggling as he passed their bathroom where the shower was already running, sure that they were in it together. No bother peeking in, he thought, it would only slow them down, and besides, he needed a little recovery time before the next round of depravity.

Once he’d gotten himself cleaned and dressed in moderately fancy attire, he returned to the living room to wait. He was picking up their clothes from earlier, still strewn about the room, when he heard them both approach from behind. He stood and spun to meet them and was astonished.

Teenage girls have a way of making themselves suddenly glamorous, and these two had performed nothing short of a transformation. Both had put their hair up, Stephanie’s silky straight blonde in a nice bun, Vicky’s brown curls done up with little ringlets hanging down. They both had on mid-length evening dresses, hose, and heels, and looked nothing short of stunning, far more mature looking than the minxes he knew them to be.

“Wow. Ladies, you look incredible,” he said giving them a long look up and down as they pirouetted for him, laughing.

They went out to the garage and all climbed in the front seat of his car. Stephanie pulled her friend back as she tried to get in next to Cal. “Oh, no, missy. I let you sit next to him we’ll never make it.” Vicky smiled and relented. “Suit yourself, but I’m trouble no matter where I sit.” And sure enough, as they pulled away and made the ten-minute drive to the restaurant, Vicky was repeatedly repelled from her efforts to get up Steph’s dress.

The place Cal picked was, naturally, perfect for their evening. Very subdued lighting in an atmosphere not necessarily intimate, but definitely discreet. If the appearance of an older male with two beautiful young women caught anyone’s attention, it certainly wasn’t noticeable. They were seated in a booth off to one side, the two girls sitting next to each other across from Cal, and they took a few minutes chatting about the menu while they decided what to get. Once the waiter had taken their orders, disappointed that it was to be waters all around, the conversation returned to the afternoon.

“So Steph,” Vicky said, leaning back against the booth with her hands in her lap, “tell us about why you picked us over the school.” Steph gave her friend a look while she put her napkin in her lap and fiddled with her silverware.

“Well, ok first,” she said looking across at Cal, “I had no idea what was going on back at the house, so it wasn’t exactly like I deliberately chose you over the school. It’s just that I’d already talked to a few of these coaches, and, I-,” she paused as if thinking about what to say next, “I’ve pretty much narrowed it down to two other places at this point. There were a bunch of us taking the um, the tour, and so when we got to a break and they gave us the opportunity to talk, I told them I probably wasn’t going to be interesting, I mean, interested in their school.”

Cal was wondering why Steph seemed so flustered, but assumed it might be everything that had happened to her over the course of the day catching up with her. He was about to say something reassuring when he felt what had to be Vicky’s bare foot creep up between his legs underneath the table. His glance confirmed it was her, as she flashed him the same devilish smile he’d seen earlier that afternoon. Before he could speak her foot was all the way up to his crotch as she slunk down just a bit further into the booth to bridge the gap. Cal was sure the tablecloth was concealing this, but it still caught him a little off guard when Vicky said, “Be a good boy, Cal, and listen to her story,” while her toes found his cock and began massaging it.

“Ok, right, so yeah,” Steph nearly blurted out, “Um, so then they said I could go and they, you know, thanked me a so forth. And I left.” She got more fidgety while she continued, clenching and unclenching her fists, then placing her hands down on the table and squirming a little bit. Vicky leaned over and whispered something in her ear, to which she replied, “I am, I know, gimme a break already.” She sat up a little and looked like someone on the verge of a confession, and it seemed to Cal she might even be breathing a little heavier, although he might have been too, since Vicky’s nimble foot was now tracing the length of his stiffening dick.

“So then, they were nice enough to give me a ride home, and then it started to pour on the way to the car, so I g-, got soaking wet,” she stared at the table and braced herself with her arms against it momentarily. “Then it was still, raining, when I got home. And found you.” She closed her eyes and put her head back against the booth.

“Very good,” Vicky said to her, “Now all you have to do is not make it obvious,” she said, turning to Cal. “We’re playing a game we’ve perfected on the bus ride to school over the years. You’d never guess what my fingers are doing to her right now, would you?” Beneath the table, Vicky’s hand was under Steph’s napkin, between the thighs of her hiked up dress, stroking the lips of her pantiless pussy. She was doing it in such a way that unless you were looking closely, you could hardly tell what was going on, except for Steph’s increasingly agitated state. Cal was able to surmise all this, and the realization was enough to get him fully erect against Vicky’s toes.

“Mm, nice!” she smiled at him in response. “Usually I don’t make her talk while we do it, but I figured it was a special occasion, and it might make it more interesting.” She looked over at Stephanie, who by now had removed her hands from the table and had placed them on her lap to further conceal the actions beneath her napkin. “Eyes open, sweetie. Good girl, now look him in the eye.” With her toes concentrating at the tip of his dick, she asked Cal as casually as possible (for the benefit of anyone who might be watching), “want to see her cum?”

Vicky continued to talk in a conversational tone as Steph’s body grew more rigid while being forced not only to keep her eyes open, but to stare into those of her uncle, who was having his own difficulty controlling his demeanor. It was enormously erotic to be staring into his eyes in the middle of the restaurant while her friend played with her pussy. Normally she would feign sleep as she came on the bus, but it was so much more intimate and exposing to watch the one watching her. Her eyes were almost pleading with him for help when Vicky’s fingers at last concentrated on her clitoris. Her lips parted just a bit, but her breathing became quick and shallow as the first swell of orgasm started through her. Cal knew he might very easily cum in his pants if he wasn’t careful, but met her eyes with the same imploring look. Vicky, ever in control, continued the pressure against his trousers, but slowed her fingers just enough to keep Stephanie’s orgasm long and slow while she chatted away, apparently about where she’d spent the afternoon shopping.

“And there was this cute little lingerie store, too. That’s where I got our hose, but also some other stuff. If you’re lucky maybe you’ll see it later.” It was apparent Vicky really had been playing this game for years, because she gave no impression whatsoever of what was happening out of sight.