Mrs Prim’s daughters

Thursday morning I went in to the college to get a few things cleared up at the office. It was after six when I arrived home to an enthusiastic greeting from six children. They were indeed a motley looking crew. Louann, Wilma, and Betty were wearing Carolyn’s old skirts and tops, Bob was wearing a pair of my walking shorts that went almost to his ankles, Millie and Rebecca were wearing their ankle-length dresses, except that Carolyn had rolled the hem up about six inches. All of them were pouncing on me and hugging me. I fell to the floor as they tumbled on me, and in the mayhem my hand ended up Louann’s skirt and on her pussy. “Damn, she’s not wearing panties” I thought to myself and began to get aroused.

By now Wilma had straddled me and had firmly planted her 16-year-old cunt on my hard, six inch cock. Any experienced girl or woman would have recognized what she was sitting on, but not naive Wilma. When she got up, she walked over me and I could see up her skirt. Amazingly, she was not wearing panties either. “What is it with these girls,” I thought–then I recalled that their mother Sara did not wear underwear either? To further confirm that none of the girls were panties, I tumbled over and grabbed Betty. I purposely pushed my hand to her pussy mound, and once again, no panties. Dammit, somebody is going to get in trouble with all this unrestricted pussy around here.

I did not check Bob, as I have absolutely no interest in boys, nor Millie or Rebecca because I like my girls to be at least teenagers.

When Carolyn came in the living room, Rebecca and Millie were sitting on my lap and I was reading to them. Carolyn smiled and said, “dinner will be ready in an hour.” The three older girls were sitting on the floor across from me reading their school books, but it was how they were sitting that got my attention–their legs were wide open, and with them wearing Carolyn’s old skirts, I had a clear shot of what I assumed were virgin cunts. I did notice that Bob Jr was lying on the floor in front of them and he also had a great view–if he knew what it was he was seeing.

All this cunt viewing made my prick get hard under Millie’s little ass. She said Uncle Bill, what is that hard thing I am sitting on?” “Fuck,” I thought, and replied “oh, its my wallet.