Hank spread his equipment out on the low coffee table and began to roll a few joints. James was well aware that his daughter and Hank had smoked before. He saw no harm in it. He wondered if Leslie and Hank had had sex yet. As he watched Hank roll the joints, he could not help but notice the large bulge between the young man's thighs. Knowing his daughter as well as he did, he was certain that they had had a sexual relationship.
The threesome finished two joints and two bottles of Mumm's between them. James put the Moody Blues on the stereo and the three of them lay back on the pillow furniture, each lost in their own thoughts.
Suddenly Leslie got up and announced airily, "I'm going to put on something more comfortable." When she returned to the living room she was wearing a sheer flowing caftan. The outlines of her beautiful young body were clearly visible and both men could see the dark red shadows of her nipples as they pressed against the almost transparent fabric. Hank watched Leslie as she moved about the room adjusting the volume on the stereo.
James glanced at Hank and smiled. "You might as well get comfortable too, Hank. I've got another one of these robes, if you'd like to try it."
"Go on," urged Leslie. "Besides, I like to look at your legs."
Hank accompanied James into the latter's bedroom, stripped out of his clothes and took the proffered robe. This one was red, James' was blue. James noticed the huge swinging cock that the young boy sported and was slightly envious. When they went back into the living room, the rock sound of the Moody Blues surrounded them. Leslie had turned the lights off and had lit several flickering candles. She lay stretched out across the pillow furniture, her light brown hair spilling across the material.
Nobody remembered exactly how it happened, or even who instigated it, but soon the three of them were lying nude across the pillow furniture, Leslie in the center. James and Hank began kissing her simultaneously, so that their three sets of lips blended together. James had opened another bottle of champagne. This time they didn't bother with glasses, but drank directly from the bottle. It began to rain outside, and the sound of the drops pelting against the windows and the air-conditioners added to their feelings of sensuality.
Leslie slipped her hands between the legs of the two men – her boy friend and her father and clasped their cocks. Huge as her father's cock was, it didn't compare to Hank's. Anxious to shock Hank, Leslie bent her head down to her father's crotch. She stuffed his cock into her mouth and began sucking on it avidly until his cock was stiff and fully erect. Hank, very high from the grass and champagne, leaned across the pillows and watched the action.
"Jesus, that's beautiful," he murmured. "Just beautiful, the way you suck your father's cock."
"Do Hank," James urged. "Get down on that big piece of meat, Leslie."
Leslie didn't need any encouragement. She slipped from her father to Hank without a moment's hesitation, and began sucking on the young basketball player's great muscular cock. Her lips parted and she slipped it inside her mouth, working expertly over his shaft, tonguing it and sucking it with fervor. She had crawled to her knees. Between her legs, James could clearly see the pink lips of her slit nestled in her pubic hair. He got down on his back and slid his head between her legs and began lapping her young cunt. Leslie rocked her hips back and forth, finally bringing her crotch to rest on her father's face, working her pussy against his mouth. James stiffened his tongue, probed inside, and began lapping her cunt. He looked backwards and watched Leslie as she sucked Hank's prong.
The three of them switched positions. Hank sucked Leslie's cunt while James straddled her face and fucked her in the mouth. When they tired of that position, they sat back and drank more champagne, passing the bottle among them.
"I'd like to suck both of you at the same time," exclaimed Leslie.
The two men complied. They stood up on the furniture and got very close to one another so that their cocks touched. James stepped back a bit so that the heads of their cocks were on the same level. Leslie on her knees scrambled forward and wrapped her hands around their cockshafts. Leslie could feel the heat from their cocks as her face came closer. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and managed to get both cockheads inside, but that was all. Her mouth was stuffed so full she was like a squirrel storing up goodies for winter. She ran her tongue around the cockheads, but was unable to get any further stimulation. She let them out of her mouth and began licking the four balls which hung in front of her. Using her hands, she stuffed one of Hank's balls in her mouth, and one of her father's and noisily sucked on them. The two men watched her intently as they stroked their own cocks. Later they lay back down on the pillow furniture. Leslie was facing Hank and James was pressed against her smooth back, his cock embedded in the crevice between her buttocks.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," James said softly. "While I do, Hank can fuck you in the cunt."
The two youngsters thought it was a delicious idea. James slid down to Leslie's buttocks, pushed them apart and began rimming her to get her ass thoroughly wet with saliva. He stiffened his tongue, stuffed it inside and massaged the tight entrance. Hank pressed the head of his giant prick against her wet slit and it slid in easily. James had more difficulty getting his cock into her tight ass, but with some maneuvering, he managed to work it inside. Leslie was in ecstasy, being fucked in her cunt and her ass at the same time. She began bucking her pelvis back and forth like a stripteaser, pushing her cunt against Hank's cock and her ass against her father's.
"This is delightful," Leslie squealed. "If only I had another cock… for my mouth."
"She's a bit greedy, don't you think, Hank?" grunted James.
"Perhaps, but I could probably get someone to fill the bill."
"Who?" asked Leslie.
"Terry Ferguson. He's on the basketball team," Hank explained to James.
"Terry," said Leslie. "He's not very good-looking."
"But you should see how he's hung, Leslie. Next to me, he's got the biggest cock in the high school."
"Well I'll think about it, Hank. I guess he's not all that bad looking."
Leslie began bucking her pelvis back and forth like an exotic dancer, twisting her cunt against Hank's cock and her buttocks against her father's. Hank came first. Leslie urged him to continue fucking her while she reached her climax. About the time she went into her orgasm, James began shooting up her ass. Both of them hung onto her until their peaks had subsided. Leslie smiled and looked at Hank and said, "Tell me more about Terry."
A few days later, Hank brought his teammate Terry Ferguson over to the Groten's apartment. Terry was a dark-haired boy who wore wire framed glasses. He was stockily built for a basketball player, and had an intense, bookish look about him. James was in the bathroom showering when Terry arrived. Leslie looked very sexy in a short skirt and a brief halter top. Terry eyed her hungrily as she came to greet him and Hank.
"Glad you could come, Terry."
She stared at the young man with smoldering eyes. Hank slid his hand around Leslie's waist and squeezed her buttocks. She seemingly didn't take notice of it, but continued staring up at Terry. Terry, on the other hand, was surprised by Hank's action.
Leslie led them into the living room. The boys sat down and she offered them each a glass of Chablis. At first Terry was reluctant to accept the wine because of training, but then he reasoned that after all, basketball season was over. James came into the room, his hair still damp, wearing only a towel wrapped around his slender waist. Leslie introduced Terry to her father. James sat down in a chair opposite the three young people, who were seated on the pillow furniture. Terry blushed when he noticed James' cock and balls were clearly visible to all. He wondered why neither Hank nor Leslie took any notice of it.