The Slumber Party

It should be easy enough, at least I thought at the time. Make sure a dozen teenage girls at a slumber party don’t burn the house down or start a riot. Our place is out in the country, so the riot issue is greatly reduced, only 4 of the girls were going to stay all night so I only had a few hours of serious concern; but they wanted a fire to roast hot dogs and make smores, so burning the house down was a real possibility. Little did I know that wasn’t the kind of fire that would break out.
School was finally out for the summer and my daughter, well my step daughter technically, and all her friends were ready to let loose after finals, relatively that is. There were other parties that were going on around the area where it was known the kids would be drinking heavy and probably doing drugs; this group of girls planned on swimming and smores as their way to celebrate. But we all know of the well laid plans of mice and men…..and 15 year old girls.
My wife had helped Dakota, our 15 year old plan the party, swimming in the pool, that I would clean and have ready; volleyball on a court I would create in a level spot of dirt near the barn; hot dogs and smores over a fire I would build and maintain; and then sleeping under the stars on sleeping bags I would string out and keep snakes and other critters out of. Through all the planning she (my wife Heather), promised she would be there right after dark to maintain order. Famous last words. At 3:00pm on the fateful day Heather calls to inform me she has a project at work in emergency and won’t be able to get away from it until midnight at the earliest.
The girls all started showing up soon after school let out, they must have all worn their swimsuits to school. School let out at 3:45, with a twenty minute trip out to our place and the girls were all in the pool splashing and carrying on by 4:30.
Dakota’s friends spanned the various social groups found in every school. There were the brainy girls, the athletic girls, the band geeks and the cowgirls. Oddly enough the only kind of girls she didn’t know seemed to be the ugly girls, or those with less than a C cup bra. To keep the peace in the family, our 12 year old daughter got to have two friends of hers join her for the party. As far apart as 12 and 15 year old girls are in maturity, Nicole and her friends still very tomboyish, looked as grown up as their older sisters.
So as the dedicated, delegated adult, I sat in my lawn chair readying the fire for cooking, drinking iced tea and watching the girls in the pool. When they arrived I hadn’t noticed how little material was involved in the suits the girls were wearing, wasn’t really a concern, no boys were invited, but now while sitting there just watching, it was gaining my attention. These girls didn’t have the full realization of their bodies to be all consumed in maintaining cover, so when coming out of the water the small patches of cloth designed to cover or at least conceal their nipples, had often flipped around exposing rather than covering. I soon had a mental catalogue of who had large areolas and who didn’t. As well the bottoms of these suits often failed after a dive and as the girls climbed the ladder exiting ready to take another dive, an index of who the real blondes were was created, as well as notes on which of the girls grew natural and those that were tightly trimmed. I was glad I had decided to wear fairly loose fitting shorts, because I was beginning to need the room to move around, but I was wondering if the choice of going commando instead of wearing drawers was wise. A little control could save a lot of embarrassment.
By 6 o’clock the girls were getting restless in the pool and the hotdogs were ready so I let them know it was time to eat. After drinking tea for a few hours I needed to take a piss. Heather in her planning, decided it best the girls not go into the house and make a mess after swimming and such, so we planned on a stall in the barn for to serve the call of nature; Heather didn’t figure all the girls would be comfortable peeing behind a tree. So I head to the stall to relieve myself. Just as I get unzipped, with my cock out, pissing like a Russian race horse, the stall gate opens and in rush a herd of girls urgently dropping the bottoms of the tiny suits they were wearing. I had been so deep in my need for relief I forgot the nature of girls and pools. There I stood, in a stall full of hot girls, with their pants down, squatting and peeing; my cock in my hand. It was all I could manage to finish my business as the site of all those tight young asses, spread pussies, and golden waterfalls was causing the semi erection I had to begin growing. As difficult as it was I kept my gaze on my business and quickly finished, shaking my cock, stuffing it back in my shorts, zipped up and turned to leave the stall walking through the girls as if it was a regular occurrence. That’s when I noticed they had all been staring at me when I was trying not to stare at them.
As I shut the stall gate behind me I heard the roar of whispering girls and muted nervous giggles. Nothing was said of that awkward encounter as the girls came out of the barn and settled in to devouring the hot dogs. I wondered if it really happened or had been just a crazy fantasy. Then as the girls were headed to the volleyball pit I noticed one of the girls with a hotdog wiener in hand mimicking me pissing. Then she put in her bikini bottoms as I had put my cock back in my shorts earlier…..it had happened. I couldn’t figure to be embarrassed or turned on; I was a bit of both, what happened next decided it for me. A girl ran up from behind the girl with wiener, dropped to her knees, pulled the swimsuit down exposing the hotdog and began to suck on it. I felt a throbbing in my pants, who was this hot young thing putting on the slutty show……then I realized it was Dakota! And I was hard as a rock.
Just as swiftly as she had swooped in and performed oral on that hot dog she jumped back up, ate it in 3 bites and called everyone on to the volleyball pit.
The girls settled in to a serious round of volleyball, and again the swim suits were no match for the bounties they had been charged with. As I tried to distract myself from the pit it occurred to me that Nicole and her friends were nowhere around. Right on cue, three wild indians emerged with water hoses, soaking the older girls and turning the volleyball pit into a mud wallow.
Soon a free for all mud riot had broken out, at least it was all in fun. At first all the older girls were all against Nicole and her two friends, slowly the tide turned as more and more of the older girls were fighting with Nicole. Then the hair pulling started and I had to intervene. There were no hard feelings and all the girls decided mud wrestling was much more fun than volleyball had been; and they asked me to referee so it wouldn’t get out of hand again.
“Simple rules now, no hair pulling, no kicking, and no hitting”. With that the first bout began innocently enough. One on one, young girls in bikinis rolling around in the mud; in the city they pay to watch this kind of action, here i was in the middle of it for free! Soon enough it became tag team two on two, then team matches and finally all out battle. All the girls at one time, but good clean fun, sort of. No anger, no punches just lots of rolling around and mudslinging.