Movie Night

To say that I don't understand teenage girls is a huge understatement.

My wife, Tammy and I have 4 kids. The oldest, Susan, now 19, then Beth, 17, Mack, 13, and Kaitlyn, 11. 3 girls and a boy.

I'd take the boy's issues anytime.

We live in a Northern city and state; doesn't matter where, in the suburbs, and like any other family, we're inundated with that family, friends, and the neighborhood "goings-on". Tammy, 41 is a nurse; has been for the past 15 years, and at 43, I'm now a mid-level manager for a local manufacturing company.

This story is about Susan and her friends, Riley and Petra. All three active in sports, they're cock-teases like nothing else, and they know it. Now all 18 or 19, they're ready to leave for college in the fall.

Susan, taking after her mother's good looks, has deep blue eyes, long, straight dishwater blond hair, the athleticism of a soccer player and cheerleader, lean and lithe, and those breasts...oh...my...those beautiful, "B" cup teenage cups of amazing-ness that certainly don't need the bra she keeps them in. Just like her mother, Susan's legs go all the way up to her breasts, and are capped with the most amazing areolas and nipples that no bikini can suppress. Not pointy, just full, dark, and very responsive to her environment, as any white shirt will attest to when she's in a lazy mood.

Not that any of that matters...the few times I've accidentally seen her through a bathroom doorway was embarrassing for us both, but still; amazing is amazing, and I'm not dead.

Tammy, however, might be. Tired of the BS, and actively pursuing her career at work, she's both let herself go and kinda/sorta checked out of family life. Not that I can blame her. Kids bring drama to no end, and after a while, it gets old in a hurry. Still, we stay together as a family, and spend as much time together as we possibly can.

Which brings me to movie night.

For some reason, Susan loves scary movies. I mean...really scary "chopping-off-heads" movies, with extended chase scenes where the teenage kids make really dumb choices, and end up becoming dead. Always the social butterfly, Susan has two friends, Riley and Petra, who have become a regular at "movie night" at our place. Tammy isn't interested, and usually exhausted, she's in bed by 9.

I'm not one much for the television, and my desk faces away from the idiot-box, just across the room, where I can tune out the damned thing and focus on life's burdens, like bills, or work projects, etc. All too often, I've been brought back to the reality of the anxiety-ridden movie plot by Susan, Riley, and Petra sprawled out on couches or spread-eagle atop bean bags, blankets, or just laying across the floor in near-panic. A quick glance at the desk mirror I keep usually tells me everything's o.k., and again, I'm not certain which teenager button these movies push? I mean, why watch the movie if you're going to have your eyes closed and heads turned away?

This vantage point has its advantages, no doubt. Since they're watching the TV on the far side of the room, my reflected view from the mirror gives me the views behind them. Occasionally, I get a glimpse of Petra's gazelle-like legs as her nighty is pushed slightly higher, her Ukrainian heritage showing up, and what I wouldn't give to be a pair of her red, tight, laced panties. Nighties to teenagers seem to mean "no bras", and the materials are thin enough to make sure I stay seated whenever I do get a glimpse.

Similarly, I have spent way too long admiring the immense expanse of freckles from Riley's kneecaps up her thighs, which, incidentally, match perfectly those covering her face. A natural red-head, Riley is deeply ginger, and her arms, legs, and face show the Irish freckles like stars in the sky. That kid...so outgoing...so friendly...always has a smile. Petra, however; much more serious, or at least, much more quiet, but I can sense her very "direct" nature sometimes. Again, I can never figure them out. Susan is right in the middle of this group, always, each friend on either side.

But last week, Saturday, a lot changed. The usual scary movie, the usual bowls of popcorn, and the usual scream alerted me to teenage angst. I picked my head up from my work, and the mirror showed me some of Riley I hadn't seen before. Somebody on screen had lost a head, and Riley, to Susan's left, had buried her head in the bean bag and moved backwards enough to cause her already short nighty to ride up near her ass. There, now exposed, was Riley's perfect ass, but no panties, and oh, was I enjoying the view. Her legs were spread slightly apart, her ass tilted up "just so", and what had to be the most delicious red-fur capped pussy was plainly visible.

I, in turn, responded physically, and felt the swelling begin. The other girls, similarly placed next to her on the floor, were clueless, and so I left my gaze in place, my eyes probably glossing over from the lust now rising in my lap. Obviously, someone had forgotten a key piece of garments. Or maybe, she'd done so purposefully.

"You o.k, Mr. D?", I heard a voice enquire.

Crap. Lifting my gaze from her delicious pussy and ass twinking out at me, I saw Riley staring directly back into my eyes through the mirror, a slight smile growing. Her question caused Susan and Petra to turn back my way and look as well. I was busted.

"Uh, yeah...yep...just making sure you girls are o.k." ...trying to cover...please...

Riley, now fully aware of my indiscretion, spoke again "well, we're getting an eyeful here, sure you don't want to see". My gaze moved from her eyes and her smile, back to her ass, still exposed, and her pussy, now slightly parted by her right hand pulling at her cheek, helped along as she moved her right leg slightly towards Susan. She was showing me her sex. "You're welcome to join us if you'd like".

Nope...that'd be a very bad idea. "No thanks. I have work here".

It was Susan who spoke next "Actually, Dad, this movie is uber-scary. Will you please sit with us?"

"O.k., I guess...just for a moment" was all I could muster. "I still have some work to do, but it looks like you three are on a razor's edge over there".

Now, it's summer. I get to wear shorts around the house in summer. Not that it's hot, just that, well, it's summer. Problem is, it's really difficult to hide the small cannon about to go off inside those shorts, and though Susan was focused on the relocation to the couch, Petra, and definitely Riley didn't miss my state of arousal. I saw Riley's eyes widen and her nostrils flare as she kneeled first, then lifted up to take my hand, and Petra giggled quietly, confusing the heck out of Susan.

"What's so funny, girls?" Susan asked. Riley and Petra, thankfully, covered well with "It's just that your Dad has never sat with us for movie-night before." Riley went on "This will be much better, Mr. D. Thanks for taking the time." She moved the scrunched-up blanket from the couch corner, and covered herself, then offered more to me and Petra.

I sat first, with Susan on the floor to the left of my legs in front of me, Riley on my left, and Petra on my right. Oh...delicious...to be certain. As the movie went on, each lady in turn grabbed my thigh, or my arms, or buried their head in my shoulder to avoid having to witness the on-screen carnage.

Me? I couldn't have cared less. I felt soft, young breasts press firmly against my arms on either side, or hands on my thighs, and soon enough the small tent in my pants that had been covered by the thin blanket on top of us wasn't providing the necessary camouflage at all.

It was Riley who broke the ice. It wasn't what she said, it was how she said it. Clenching my left arm, with her left breast pressed into my chest, she moved her head to my ear, leaned in close, and almost touching my ear she whispered "Mr. D, do you work out? Gawd...your arms feel like steel."

Petra noticed her movements, and that her face had moved so close, and moved her head from my right shoulder to look over at Riley. In doing so, I felt Petra's breast slide across my arm and onto my chest, and my mind reeled with what I thought that might feel like with my lips wrapped around it. Riley similarly moved over, and her breast lodged in the notch between my arm and my chest. She whispered to Petra "Can you feel how much muscle Mr. D has?". As if connected, each girl tightened their grip on my arms, and Riley was the first to move her left hand over my arm and onto my chest, her delicate fingers pressing, then scratching the surface over my pecs.

Now, I work out...a lot, so yes, I have muscle. At 6', 225#, I'm no shrinking violet. I'm not a gym rat, but like to keep in shape, and quite frankly, having a lovely young teenager tell me about it boosted my confidence a lot. A quick glance at Susan told me she was oblivious, still staring intently at the screen, and paying no attention to her friend's new coziness with her Dad, their whispers having gone unheard.

Problem is, my chest and arm muscles weren't the ones responding...it was my cock, now fully thickened and straining at the light fabric of my shorts, just under the blanket.

Petra, emboldened, spoke next. Seeming to get the hint of discretion from Riley, I felt her snuggle up closer, and moving her lips almost against my right ear, she breathed, "I like your muscles, Mr. D. I wish Blake had muscles like these", as she squeezed my arms again, running her hands down to my forearms, then back up, and allowing her right hand to join Riley's on my chest. I was in heaven. Her breast was pressed hard against my chest, and I noticed her lips hadn't moved from my ears. My cock flinched, and I saw Riley's head tilt down slightly. I really hope she didn't noticed that.

Suddenly, and without warning, all mayhem broke loose on the screen. Some guys head came flying off, a chainsaw buzz exploded throughout the room, and screaming teenagers ran through thickly wooded forests on-screen. Riley literally jumped from her spot, gave my arm and neck a death grip, and keeping her head to my left, moved directly on top of me, pushing my body deeper against the couch backing.

Susan, equally frightened, leapt from her spot near my knees, jumped onto the couch, and took Riley's spot on my left, but on top of the blanket, trapping Riley and me inside. Petra, gasped in my ear "Oh, yes!" hot and wet, and clawed at my chest, her hand now under Riley's bosom, pressed firmly into me. "Hmmm...I thought...Petra LIKES this sort of stuff???" Apparently, there's more to the quiet, shy one than I know. Mental note about that for later.

With Riley's knees on either side of me, her mound was now firmly centered on my considerable shaft, thick, inflamed, and desperately wanting to be given some room to...um...breath, and the only thing between us were my flimsy short.

As the on-screen action subsided, so did Riley's stress, and she gradually lowered herself onto my lap. Petra and Susan were still glued to the screen, but Riley was staring directly into my eyes now, both hands around my neck, and I could feel the warmth of her wetness move through my thin shorts as my shaft pressed directly into her crease. Her eyes widened, and she whispered a thin "oh...my".

Susan, still on edge, pressed her head into my shoulder, and Riley's head moved to my right side, away from Susan, causing Petra to move away just a bit.

Emboldened, Riley spoke into that ear, smiling like a Cheshire cat "Well, you're clearly not scared by this movie, are you Mr. D". Did we cause all this? Petra couldn't help but hear her, and moved her lips closer to her, replying "what does that mean, Ri?"

Riley didn't break our mutual glare. She simply took her left hand, grasped Petra's right hand, and whispered "Mr. D has something he's been keeping a secret, P". I struggled for air and my sanity as I felt Riley move ever so slightly to my left, against Susan, and guiding Petra's hand down over my chest, ended by pressing her hand onto the top half of my swollen gland.

Petra's hand stood still for just a moment, as she sought understanding from my eyes, now looking into hers, and I thought the night would end in hysterics from these two ladies, but as Petra's fingers began to trace small circles as she clenched, then gently stroked my shaft, I began to suspect another ending, her smile beginning to show up.

Riley, again, had the words for the moment, and she whispered them into both our ears. "I told you, P. I told you he was hung like a fucking horse".

"Jesus, Ri...you're soaking his shorts down there", Petra replied, her hands now clenching the fabric where Riley's overflowing pussy had been soaking me.

"I can't help it, P. I told you...I'm so fucking worked up. Help me out here. Please?"

Susan, still focused intently on the carnage of the chainsaw guy, had relaxed her hold on me, and was now only resting her head on my shoulder.

Riley, moving ever so slowly, grated her overheated pussy onto my cock, scraping the fabric between me and her, now well lubricated with her copious flow. As she retreated, Petra's hand followed, and surrounding my cock, squeezed lightly, but firmly, causing an already red-headed monster to turn purple, I'm sure. Riley arched her back slightly, causing her clit to ride into the base of my cock, and I heard her gasp in my ear "Oh, Fuck...Mr. Dr...Oh...Gaawwwwd".

Petra, sensing the urgency of the matter, spoke up "Is this comfortable for you, Mr. D? I mean, are we all squishing you?"

"Uh, well, truth be told, a bit of rearranging might be good...just let me adjust my butt a moment", I said, and Susan moved slightly away to allow me to flex my ass. Rising up into Riley, I moved my hands, so long now at my sides, on to her thighs.

"This is uncomfortable, we're all pressed into a bowl on the couch," Susan spoke, and moved back onto the floor, her chest and belly now pressed into a bean bag, and the bowl of popcorn at her side. Her ass was facing us, and her legs were crossed in the air above her.

As I lurched up to adjust my own posture, Riley put her weight on her knees, and as my ass came up off the couch, both she and Petra pulled the top of my shorts down mid-thigh, now exposing my considerable hard-on. It sprung up in response, and Petra's hand was the first to wrap around the turgid flesh.

Still under the covers, Riley moved her head back to my left, now exposed from Susan's departure. "That looks nice, Mr. D. I hope you don't mind, but I really need this."

Riley gently reintroduced her pussy to the top of my shaft, pressing in into my own skin. With gentle, long, deliberate strokes, her wetness coated me, and now, without the fabric of the shorts to dull any sensations, I could feel her heat...feel her flowing over and onto my cock, each stroke ending where Petra's hand gently held and stroked my cock head. My balls surged on each down-stroke, and Riley pressed her clit gently into the base where they connect, her breath flowing in and out of my ear with each new sensation.

Petra showed new initiative, as she lowered the blanket, and gently lifting Riley's nighty whispered "Fuck, you two...Mr. D...that is so hot. Wait a moment". Riley paused, and looked up at Petra, mouthing "what?", but without sounding out anything. Petra shifted slightly, and reaching over with both hands, unbuttoned each of Riley's nightgown buttons in turn, slowly, but deliciously exposing her young breasts, now at full attention to her and me.

Rilely's breasts...oh my God. If I wasn't already on fire, I was about to burn away any moment. They were B cup, maybe a small C cup, but it wasn't their size, so much as the fact that they hadn't fully matured on her yet, and her areolas were like half tennis balls sitting atop her breasts, tipped with a small, but protruding nipple. It was her areolas that were inflamed. Her breasts were hard, her nipples erect, but these...these were swollen a deep reddish-purple, and both Petra and I gasped a quiet "wow", when we saw them.

Petra lay back alongside me now, pulling her own nightgown up under the covers, and I could see her legs slightly splay as she came to rest with her hands under the cover. If I hadn't been so caught up in Riley's rapture, I might have paused longer to imagine what Petra looked like there, with her hands beginning to move in slow, lazy circles around her own womanhood.

Riley began her slow, methodical rhythm again, lathering my cock from my balls to the tip of my head against her overheated pussy, daringly close to entering her when the tip caught, then slightly penetrated her softness. I had both hands on her breasts, kneading them, squeezing softly. "Go ahead, Mr. D., please...I want you to", Riley whispered, and lowering my head slightly, gently sucked one nipple and areola into my mouth. It was soft...hot...swollen. This was a woman on fire. Her hands left my neck and surrounded my head, pulling me into her. "Oh, my God that feels good, Mr. D. Don't stop." I heard her grunt softly, but it was lost in a room full of chain-sawing and blood-letting, where Susan was still fully engrossed.

But the movie had changed to a sexy scene, and these were Susan's weakness. Riley noticed, and added fuel to the fire "So sexy" she whispered. We both looked over at the TV, where the young lady's breasts were now exposed, covered in water, mud, and a look of fear on her face as she searched for options, a phallic knife in her hand, and the "bad guy" closing in.

Riley fanned the flames of my imagination even more. "Look at her, Mr. D. Can you see her? Can you see her wetness? I thought she was referring to the TV, but her eyes led me to Susan. From behind her, we could see that her nightgown had moved slightly forward, and her panties, if you can call them that, were pressed deeply into the crease of her crotch, almost parting the slight outer lips around them. In any case, they were dark where they weren't supposed to be, a testament to my daughter's own arousal from the on-screen events.

"Looks like she's deep inside her thoughts, Mr. D.", and with this, Riley moved forward enough to press hard against the tip of my cock with her slickness, and with a slight change in the angle of her hips, I slipped inside her, instantly surrounded by the warm, wet, insistent glove of Riley's pussy. My balls surged, and I felt the tip of my cock bottom out against her cervix, filling her up completely. Riley groaned "Oh, Fuck...so full...so good...oh, Yes...Mr. D...please...more".

Petra saw this, and with her left hand, grasped my right, and slowly guided it away from Riley's bosom, down her side, over her ass, and onto Petra's own left thigh. I moved my gaze slightly, and saw Petra's eyes glossed-over. "Please, Mr. D...just for a moment?" I relaxed my right arm, and allowed Petra to move my hand over to the intense heat I felt well in advance of arriving there. "Just relax, Mr. D., and let me do the work", Petra said, and I felt her right hand spread my first two fingers out around her clit, as her legs parts slightly more. It was swollen and hot, and surrounded by cream. Petra was also on fire.

Petra moved her face up to Riley. "Riley...gimme!", and Riley reluctantly lifted and let my cock flop out hard. Petra's left arm snuck underneath mine, and grasped the head of my cock, just as she pushed my two fingers down her clit, and pressed them hard into her opening. It wasn't tight, it was welcoming. She was puffy, wet, and wide open for me. She couldn't get enough leverage, so I pressed my fingers further into her, exploring her inner sanctum, reveling in the flow of this young woman. Her inner thighs were wet now from just this act, and she turned to bite my arm to stifle the moan. The response was immediate and plentiful...juices poured from her as she quivered on my fingers, a small orgasm finally finding it's release. Petra purred into me, and quietly stroked her own enlarged clit to maximize the waning sensations.