Thank Heaven for Little Girls

Thank Heaven for Little Girls

Part One of Two:


“Daddy…” Alissa whined. She stomped her foot and her cute little breasts flopped and bounced over the bra she’d nudged down only a moment ago. “Pleeeease, Daddy!”

“Lissa, honey, just pull that back up, will you?” Poor Mr. Anderson motioned toward her fallen bra, his voice strained thin as he urged his young daughter to climb back into her periwinkle party dress.

“But Daddy…” Her fingers slid down her stomach and into the matching blue panties she was wearing. Alan swallowed and hoped she wouldn’t go any further, though his imagination had suddenly run rampant with a thousand different scenarios of removing those form fitting panties.

“Alissa I’m telling you for the last time – no.”

“Damnit! This is so lame!” She screamed and now her hands were at her hips. If only she’d tug the bra up.

There was a hiccup from behind him followed shortly by a light, feminine giggle. He turned around to find Emmy sitting on the bed, pulling the stockings off her toes. She swung them around her finger once but was far too disoriented to keep it going. The nylon flung to the other side of the room which caused her to hunch over in another fit of giggles, her espresso colored hair flying loose from the updo and over her slim ivory shoulders. At least *she* was still wearing her skirt even if it *was* riding high around her thighs and giving him a much too perfect view of her black thong. Did sixteen year olds wear thongs? Alissa certainly didn’t.

His daughter’s friend began tugging up her satin top and Alan clamped his eyes shut. “Not another stitch more, Emmy, I warned you.”

“Jeez, Mr. Anderson. If it were *my* dad he’d be all over us by now. Are you sure you’re not gay?”

A challenge to his sexuality yanked his eyes open again, his mouth twisted in a grimace but only to find along with Alissa, Emmy had dispensed with her top as well and was now working on her bra.

This was the last time he ever – ever – gave into the words “Just *one* glass.” Who would have thought two girls could get so drunk so fast on so little. Okay, so it was more than just one glass, but it was only red wine. What could happen?

The two half naked nymphets in his hotel room is what could happen. He prayed to God Emmy’s mother wouldn’t make one of her unexpected check-up calls. God only knows what would spout out of Emmy’s mouth if she got hold of the phone. At that thought he nervously tugged loose his bow tie and swallowed.

“That tux looks awfully hot Mr. Anderson.” Emmy’s simpering voice broke from between her wet lips. She dragged herself to the edge of the bed, her hair falling in her eye. “So does the man inside.”

With a smile, she reached for his belt loops and tugged him closer in one yank. He was surprised how easily he stumbled forward against the bed.

“Emmy stop.” Alan pushed her fingers away, albeit reluctantly and his throat had once again gone very dry.

“Oh come on. I’ve seen the way you watch me when you think no one’s looking. Like last night in the pool…”

The girl was sixteen with a rack like a twenty five year old and long legs toned from all those volley ball practices. What man wouldn’t look at that in a bathing suit? Or spread out on his couch when he came home from work? Or bent over in his refrigerator as she rustled up a midnight snack during a sleepover?

“I’ve seen you too.” Alissa laughed and jumped onto the bed with Emmy. He was glad to see she’d pulled her bra back up. “You totally want to fuck her, dad.”

“Lissa watch your language.”

“Why? Is it getting you hot?”

He sighed. He sighed because he didn’t know what else to say because no matter what he kept telling the two girls and his nagging conscience, this was all *indeed* getting him hot. Dangerous ground he’d often fantasized about – yes. But now in the real situation he was scared shitless. Six floors below his nephew’s reception was still in full swing. Who knows who could come knocking on the door looking for a phone or a place to crash for a moment or – god forbid, one of the girls. He’d only gone as far as removing his shoes but he was certain they’d take one look around and have him in the first black and white the authorities could send over. So much for his license. He’d never practice law again.

“It doesn’t matter what you do, girls. Its not going to happen so just get dressed and go to sleep.”

“Daddy…”

Alan ran his hands through his hair. “I’m your *father* for Christs sake, ‘Lissa! What the hell did you *think* I was going to say?”

“Not her *real* father.” Emmy smirked. She had never managed to get the bra off. Just the straps had fallen from her shoulders but she was leaning forward on her knees and the push of her arms were forcing those perfect milky breasts of hers into some eye swallowing cleavage. He wondered, not for the first time, if she had rose or brown nipples but then quickly shook his head remembering the subject at hand.

“She’s my baby.”

“Nope. She’s the sperm dudes baby. Technically she’s as much a blood relation as Mrs. Anderson. And you fucked her all the time – didn’t you?”

No, but that wasn’t relevant. And how the hell did this girl manage linear, cognitive thinking when she was three sheets? He threw his hands on his hips. “I’m tired. I don’t want to argue anymore.” And I need a drink, he added to himself taking in their undressed state once again. “Brush your teeth and go to sleep. We’re calling your mothers first thing in the morning.”

There was a collective groan from the bed, flopping of limbs and pouted lips. Ha. Victory. Finally he could get some rest.

He was opening the mini bar when movement from the corner of his eyes caught his attention. Alan turned with a vodka in one hand and the bottle top in the other. Dear Lord. He swallowed half the bottle when he saw what had drawn his attention. Alissa had slipped her hands into Emmy’s bra and was massaging her tits in a slow rhythm.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice was a sad rasp as he tried unsuccessfully to look away. But he was frozen to the spot. Jesus Christ Alissa just licked Emmy’s ear.

Alissa rolled her eyes at him and stopped her ministrations long enough to unhook the snap on Emmy’s bra which fell into her lap. They were rose, God Almighty, round and peaked into firm little nubs which pointed mockingly up at him. He swallowed the other half of the bottle.

“Its your fault.”

“What?” he muttered, unable to turn away.

“We’re horny and we need to fuck *someone*.”

“I’d rather it be you.” Emmy whispered sending him a sly wink as she turned on the bed.

The two teens met lips.

Alan’s breath immediately drew shallow. Never in all his day dreams did he believe this would really happen. His fingers clung around the empty vodka bottle while he watched bug eyed like some voyeur surfing the internet. Both girls had full lips, Emmy’s a little larger than Alissa’s, and together they were softly working slow caresses into each other’s mouth. Had they done this before? In his house? While he was working on client files in his home office…did they make out in Alissa’s bedroom? Or was it just the wine?

No matter, it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Emmy slid her fingers into Alissa’s blond hair, her fingernails running along the scalp as she deepened the kiss and held her closer against her lips. Her naked breasts pressed up against the fabric of Alissa’s bra. Nipple to nipple they were rubbing into each other, calling forth soft gasps. He could hear the gentle lap of their tongues.

One of them uttered an anxious moan, probably Alissa because she suddenly broke the kiss and began sucking on Emmy’s bare throat while Emmy continued to caress the crown of his daughter’s head. Lissa’s lips wandered lower, nip by nip until she caught the other girl’s breast in her mouth.

“Oh thats good.” Emmy sighed, throwing her head back as Alissa nibbled. And then the room was quiet again except for the heavy breaths that Alan realized was coming from all three of them. Maybe the vodka was hitting him hard with the wine from earlier because the room went dizzy, especially when Alissa put her hand on Emmy’s leg.

It slid up her toned thigh, taking the skirt with it to reveal the curve of Emmy’s smooth, round ass. Alissa’s hand then disappeared beneath the folds of fabric and suddenly Emmy gasped, her knees sliding further apart a delighted smile on her lips. She rocked forward, lifting on her knees and clutching Alissa’s hair.

Alan could only guess what Lissa was doing. Damn it all to hell. Or damn him, but he was aware he didn’t want to be making guesses anymore when it could so easily be *his* hand beneath that little skirt the way he’d fantasized at home.

These thoughts brought him back from the daze he’d found himself in. He blinked and let go the breath that had been holding in his lungs as he stepped forward to interject.

“Girls-“

“Oh GOD ‘Lissa…” Emmy interrupted. She fell onto her back, knees still bent under her and her skirt flew up around her waist. “Right there…yes…”

Alan’s mouth fell open. He’d been about to tell the girls to stop once more but he’d lost his voice. His little girl had her hand deep in her friend’s panties, jerking in quick movements while Emmy lay sprawled on the bed like an offering. The brunette’s tits had fallen against her chest but her rosy nipples were as erect as ever and jiggling to the rhythm of Alissa’s hand. Emmy was moaning.

He staggered back. The room was suddenly three hundred degrees. Alan flung his black jacket off, rasping air as he tugged the bow tie from his throat, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his dress shirt. He was a man coming to the edge of control. If only they would just stop...

But right at these thoughts Alissa bent her head between her friend’s thighs and tugged the black thong aside. Emmy’ s back arched.

“Lissssssssaaaaa…”

That exclamation was followed by a few short grunts as her hips thrust up into Alissa’s mouth. Was there anything in this world as hot as that? The smooth bare skin of young teen girls, glistening from the most carnal of desires as they fucked each other? Emmy moaned and knotted her fingers into Alissa’s long locks, pressing the girl’s lips into her pussy while writhing out the orgasm waving through her body. All the real action was shrouded by the fall of Allisa’s gold hair however but once Emmy’s breath subsided, he was fairly certain Alissa was supping up her best friend’s cum. Holy fucking hell was that a sexy sight.

But not as sexy as Emmy, turning her dark eyes in his direction and biting her lower lip. “Sooo good.” She sighed. Post orgasm fatigue overwhelming her as she closed her eyes.

Alan’s knees seemed to buckle beneath him and he landed against the bed, catching himself with a hand that jostled through the mattress.

“Finally come to play with us?” Emmy sang through her closed lids with a sex ridden half smile.

Alissa flipped the hair from her face wearing the same grin. “Jeez dad. You’re panting.”

What could he do but shake his head like a fool? “I’m not…you girls can’t…I…” He cleared his throat, searching for the words that would explain. “Vodka.” Was all he got out.

Emmy laughed and pushed herself up with new vigor. “Yeah, sure.” She smiled.

Alan didn’t protest as she reached for his hands and slid them up against her breasts. He felt the dull stab of her nipples against his palms and sighed. They *were* perfect. Somewhere deep, he knew he should pull away, shouldn’t squeeze the mounds in his hand or race his thumb over the buds like he was doing. Next to him, the bed jostled as Alissa inched closer. He could hear her breath but he couldn’t take his eyes from Emmy’s.

Emmy’s face bent closer. Her mouth open, swollen lips whispering something to him. God he hoped that she would kiss him. If she started it, he couldn’t blame himself for finishing, could he? He was kneeling next to the bed where he’d fallen and he felt like a man asking forgiveness...or begging permission...for what was about to happen.

Apparently God was feeling gracious tonight because the girl slid her hands behind his head and clamped her soft mouth onto his.

So much for the straight and narrow. Man of the law was about to break it and he was going to have a hell of lot fun in the process.