Raising Chelsea Part 2

Raising Chelsea Part 2
by
Sinturian

NOTE: If you have not read Part 1, please be advised that it would be worthwhile to do so for the continuity of the story.

Chelsea’s fourteenth birthday was coming, and per our discussion, I had agreed to buy her an adult sex toy to pleasure herself. I went online to the Adam & Eve website and began shopping, finding they had a wide array of toys and pleasure devices. I waited until Chelsea got home from school, and called her to my office and showed her the website. Despite her apparent “surprise” to find this much online, I had the impression she may have been on this site before this. At any rate, she picked out a “wild rabbit” dildo/vibrator that had both an insertable dildo and a second arm that served as a tickler for the clitoral area (and would work on the anal area, as well). The most interesting thing about this toy, from my perspective, was that it could be ordered in various lengths and widths, so it could be “custom fit” to the user. I had been concerned that at her young age, Chelsea was (technically) a virgin and other than masturbatory stimulation, she had not yet been penetrated deeply enough to break her hymen (at least I didn’t think so). We specified the two inch long version, but one and a half inches wide, which I thought would give her plenty of “feeling”. I also ordered an egg vibrator in a jelly texture and a finger vibrator, both of which I thought she might enjoy having me use on her.

Chelsea sprang a surprise on me a couple of days before her birthday; she wanted to invite some “girlfriends” over for a pool party and sleepover and wanted me to do a cookout of burgers and such for the party. Now, none of this was a problem, because we had plenty of room and the pool was heated and I enjoyed cooking on the grill…but Chelsea had NEVER invited her friends over before. I was somewhat shocked, but of course, I said yes. Her “gifts” arrived the morning of her birthday, and fortunately, she opened them before her friends showed up.

She was delighted with the toys and said she couldn’t wait to try them out (and neither could I), but I insisted she wait until her friends were not around and we could “enjoy” the toys together. She gave me a fake frown, then burst into a big grin and kissed me, saying “Thanks, Dad. You’re the best ever!”

Her friends showed up around three in the afternoon, each bringing a small gift, and the girls were all giggling and laughing and all very cute. Chelsea, as I have described, is a strawberry blond who is developing into a real beauty, just like her mother. But the three friends who showed up were equally striking, but totally different. Stephanie (or Steph, as she liked to be called) was very tall and willowy, with long, straight black hair, dark eyes, a pure light complexion, small breasts but nicely proportioned hips. She could be an adult fashion model, except I knew she was only fifteen, even if she looked over twenty. I knew from Chelsea that Steph had taught her how to properly masturbate to orgasm, so Steph had a certain sex appeal just by being there.

Dawn, on the other hand, was a little pixie, with platinum blonde hair (which Chelsea told me was natural), also a very light complexion with a hint of freckles on her nose and chest just below her throat and had a perfectly proportioned, shapely body. I later got to see exactly how perfectly proportioned, and even though she was the youngest at age thirteen, she could pass for much older in a dim light. Dawn came across as sweet and innocent, but she also oozed sensuality; I was ashamed that I even had that thought cross my mind.

Finally, there was Maria; a Hispanic beauty with clear olive skin, dark hair and eyes, a flashing smile and gorgeous white teeth. She seemed very sophisticated for some reason, though she had only recently turned fourteen. Her figure was also perfectly proportioned, though her breasts were slightly larger than any of the other girls. I wasn’t sure, but she may not have been wearing a bra, and her nipples were definitely showing through her top, even though they didn’t appear to be aroused.

The girls ran into the house and I relaxed around the pool with a drink and a book, though my mind was having a hard time cooperating. I was wearing swim trunks and a tee shirt, but was regretting not wearing more. These girls were much more developed and lovely that I remembered girls of that age to be when I was in school. With a roar of laughter and giggling, they all rushed out on the patio and chased around the pool until finally, at some unknown signal, they all jumped into the pool. I was tongue tied, because each of them was wearing an extremely skimpy bikini or two piece bathing suit. In fact, Chelsea was probably the most modest, with a two piece suit featuring a bikini bottom and very small halter top. Steph and Dawn each wore string bikinis that were little more than three very small triangles of cloth. And if that were not enough, Maria wore a string bikini, as well, with a very small thong bottom and an even smaller pair of triangles covering her nipples than the other girls. Not that I was complaining, but I was totally surprised by the sexuality being exuded by these girls.

As they climbed in and out of the pool, and ran around chasing one another, my cock was at a constant state of tension. I wasn’t completely hard, but I was definitely aroused and my balls would give me fits if this arousal continued too much longer. I tried to concentrate on my book, but it was difficult, as I was given regular glimpses of nipple and lips as the girl “arranged” their suits after each plunge into the pool. It was obvious that they knew the effect they were having on me, but in truth, I was enjoying it tremendously; I was just worried I would have a very frustrating night, because I had given Chelsea my word that I would not masturbate again, until she was present. And I didn’t see that happening this evening, with the girls staying over.

Finally, everyone started talking about food and how hungry they were, and that was my cue to start the grill and put the burgers on. The girls all went in to dry off and put on cover-ups, and soon dinner was served. They wolfed down the meal as though they were a group of football players, and then just crashed around the pool. It was turning dark and the pool lights were on and the landscape lighting gave a soft glow to the backyard. I cleaned up the dishes, and went back out to check on everyone. As if a switch were thrown, they were all up and giggling, and before I knew what was happing, the cover-ups were off and four gorgeous, naked teenage girls were romping around my backyard; in and out of the pool and around the deck. I tried to say something; tried to object, but they made too much noise, and I was overcome with lust, simply seeing naked pussies and tits all around me. I couldn’t control my cock, and it was twitching in my swim trunks, and my balls were telling me they needed to be emptied very soon.

One thing I noticed (of course) was that each of the girls had a mainly shaved pussy, including Chelsea. Dawn was completely bald, Stephanie had a thin “runway” running down her Mons to her slit and Maria had just an oval of dark hair outlining her lips, with the edge of the lips clear and peeking through. It took me a while of looking to grasp all of these details. Chelsea, I already knew, had bare lips and a small patch of strawberry blond fuzz just above her slit.

The show went on for a while, and about nine, they had worn down (and so had I), and they donned their cover ups and we moved to the kitchen for ice cream and cake. A short while later, they headed off to bed, giggling and laughing; Chelsea kissed me goodnight, while whispering in my ear reminding me of my promise. I was exhausted, but horny as hell. I was determined to keep my promise, and knew Chelsea and her toys would make it up to me later on.

I retired to my room, and was almost asleep when I heard the door open and a figure slipped in. I felt her slide under the covers and her hands caressed my chest and stomach and one slid down to my cock. Chelsea knew how desperate I was for relief and had apparently decided to take care of my needs, even with her friends in the house. I whispered something to her, but she didn’t answer; instead her hand circled my cock and began to stroke, and then she surprised me by ducking beneath the covers and I felt her warm, wet lips slide onto my cock and she began to suck and slide her mouth up and down my length. I hadn’t had a head job like this since her mother was alive, and it was incredible! Part of me wanted to stop her; she was my daughter, after all. Part of me wondered where she had learned such technique; but the controlling part of me wanted to shove deeper into her throat and cum as deep as I could.

I knew I couldn’t last, and tried to push her away (but not very hard), and when I felt I was cumming, I tried to warn her to pull away, but she clamped on even harder, and I felt a finger scratch my scrotum, then touch my anus, and I couldn’t help but begin to unload. Instead of pulling away, she swallowed and sucked and swallowed, and almost none of my jism escaped her voracious mouth. My wife had sucked me on a number of occasions, and didn’t mind swallowing my cum, but I didn’t expect Chelsea to take to it so readily. I was completely spent and lay back gasping for breath. She slid up beside me, kissed me on the lips, and slipped her tongue into my mouth so I could taste my own semen. Then she slid to the edge of the bed, before leaning over one more time, kissing me on the cheek and whispering “Thanks Mr. B; this has been a great party!” and then she slipped out the door. I lay there in complete shock and embarrassment; that had not been Chelsea. It was one of the other girls, but I didn’t know which one it was! I could hear giggling and laughter coming from the girls’ bedroom; apparently this was planned and not a complete secret.

Normally, I would have gone in and told the girls “lights out” and encouraged them to quiet down and go to sleep, but under the circumstances, I was too embarrassed to confront them at the moment. I lay back and after about an hour, drifted off to sleep. I woke about 7:00 the next morning and the house was quiet. I slipped into the shower and took my time to wake up, then got dressed and went down to the kitchen and fixed a pot of coffee.