Sex Ninja
12-04-2007, 03:31 PM
I recently read an interesting story, which i would like to share here.
George Brown was a regular sort of guy. He had a good,
steady job as an engineer, was a member of Rotary and the
Neighborhood Watch Committee, and took his wife on holiday
every year to a place in the sun. However, after 20 years
of marriage they still hadn't managed to have any kids, and
this was something that they both regretted keenly.
George did his bit though with all the dads in the area and
helped out with their kids' ball games, doing a little
umpiring or just plain gophering. Muriel was into the Girl
Guides movement in a big way, so neither of them felt they
were totally left out of the job of rearing the younger
generation.
They'd considered adopting several years ago but, as Muriel
had pointed out, they had their hands full with all the
other kids in the neighborhood, and if they waited just a
little bit longer, and tried just a little bit harder -
well, you never knew - they might get lucky. But, of
course, they never did.
George was having a beer with his neighbor Fred one
summer's evening, and the conversation got around to kids
and what a handful they were. Fred had a pair of them - two
girls - and George said something about how lucky Fred was
to have two daughters who could keep each other company.
"Don't you believe it," Fred replied, taking a long pull at
his beer. "It's the worst combination you can have, two
girls about the same age. When they started getting
interested in boys they were always at each other's
throats. We've found a cure for that though."
"Have you?" George asked, interested. He'd often looked at
the way Fred's girls had begun to blossom in the last year
or two, and had recently volunteered to take up life guard
duties at the local pool in order to ensure that the girls
were properly supervised when they went for their lessons
twice a week. At least, that's what he told Muriel.
If the truth be known he did it for the opportunity to see
Karen and Susan in the pool, their firm young bodies
tightly sheathed in the wet clinging fabric of their
bathing costumes, and the nipples on their developing
breasts jutting out visibly with the cold of the water. Not
that he had any ulterior motives in volunteering for the
job - he would have been shocked if anyone had even
suggested that.
He looked expectantly at Fred, wondering what he'd done to
keep the girls quiet and so obviously contented. They were
model daughters, and any parents would have been proud to
have them. Attractive, polite, always giggling and
chattering away with each other. Inseparable. George
couldn't imagine them squabbling over anything. But Fred
had got up and gone to the fridge for another beer, so
George's curiosity went unsatisfied.
Just then, the front door slammed and the subjects of their
conversation burst onto the patio.
"Hi, Uncle George!" Karen panted, and quickly planted a
kiss on his forehead before flinging herself down on the
sunlounger.
"Hi, Uncle George!" Susan echoed, and raced back into the
house to get a cool drink.
Both girls looked hot and sweaty in their tennis gear, but
to George's eyes, delightfully so! Their young faces simply
glowed with good health and vitality, and their deeply
tanned limbs were beginning to fill out in a most
intriguing way.
"Whew!" Susan gasped, "That's the last time I race you back
here in heat like this! I'm sweating like a pig!"
"Like a Sow!" her sister corrected, giggling as Susan
threatened to pour her drink all over Karen's reclining
body.
"Well, I'm going to get out of this hot gear!" Susan
stated, "You don't mind, do you Uncle George?" Without
waiting for an answer, she stripped off her blouse and
wriggled out of her pleated tennis skirt, then stretched
luxuriously in just her training bra and panties. "Lovely!"
she sighed, and lifted her face to the sun as she stretched
again. "Come on Karen, you must be boiling like that!"
"Is that OK Daddy?" Karen asked her father, glancing
quickly at George.
"Of course it is!" Fred laughed, "George has known you two
since you were in nappies. Anyway, you shouldn't flatter
yourselves - you're only little girls still you know."
"No we're not!" Susan retorted with indignation, "We're
Young Ladies now!"
"Yes," Karen stared with equal indignation at her father,
"We've been Young Ladies for at least three months now!
Haven't we Susan?"
"At least!" Susan agreed, counting on her fingers. "Three
and a half to be exact!"
All this went completely over George's head. He hadn't a
clue what they were talking about. Anyway, he didn't much
care. All that mattered was that Karen had started
stripping down to her underwear too. He sat more firmly in
his chair and held his beer so as to hide the growing bulge
in his pants.
Finally his erection subsided as Fred handed him another
beer and the two men started chatting again about the
problems of rearing the youth of today. They had just
decided that it wasn't the same as in their day, when Susan
interrupted them.
"Daddy, can I take my bra off? I'm going to get the most
horrible tan marks if I don't."
"That's OK Pumpkin. Take the lot off if you like. George
won't mind."
George could hardly believe his ears. His best friend was
telling his daughter to get naked in front of him?
Unbelievable!
Both girls giggled and quickly stripped off with their
backs to the two men, then lay face down on the rug by the
lounger to soak up the sun, heads together and giggling
occasionally as one made a whispered remark to the other.
George had volunteered at the swimming pool in order to
'keep an eye' on the girls, but the sight of their firm
bodies stretched out naked before him was more than he had
imagined in his wildest dreams. They were obviously used to
sunning like this, for their rounded bottoms were as tanned
as the rest of their bodies.
He gazed surreptitiously at their delicious forms as he
drank his beer and continued to chat with Fred - but with
only half his mind now on the conversation. He almost
choked on his beer when Susan lazily rolled over and began
tanning her front!
Their feet were towards the men and he had an uninterrupted
view of the deep groove splitting the prominent mound
between her thighs. Then Karen rolled over too and he could
see that both girls had only a light dusting of pubic hair,
enough to be interesting, yet still too little to show that
they were anything but young girls still.
"So what do you think?" Fred asked.
"About what?" George stammered, suddenly brought back to
reality.
"About the chances of the boy's team winning the ball game
this week?" Fred grinned. "Oh, never mind," he chuckled,
"They've got cute little figures, haven't they?" He grinned
knowingly at George and winked. "One advantage of having
daughters, isn't it?"
George's cock was now painfully hard, but he noticed with
some satisfaction that Fred seemed to be reacting in much
the same way, if that bulge in his pants was anything to go
by.
Just then the front door slammed and the sound of Muriel's
voice came to him. A few minutes later, both she and Fred's
wife Constance came onto the patio holding long drinks in
their hands.
"Oh, hello George, hello darling!" Connie greeted them both
brightly. "What a lovely day. Hello girls! You'll never
guess what we got for you at Harper's today - look at them,
aren't they lovely?"
She held up a couple of dresses and the girls clambered to
their feet and eagerly grabbed them from their mother,
holding them up against their naked bodies and pirouetting
with delight. "Grab the lounger Muriel, I'll get another
chair from inside."
Muriel sat down with her drink in the lounger and looked
from the girls to George with a quizzical look on her face.
"It's all right Muriel," Fred laughed, "The girls were just
doing a bit of sunbathing. I'm sure George has seen it all
before. Besides, you're both practically one of the family
after so many years."
Muriel didn't look completely convinced, but quickly forgot
her concerns when Connie came out again with a chair, sat
down beside her and started chatting about their shopping
expedition as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken
place. The girls had disappeared indoors to try on the
dresses anyway, so there was nothing to complain about.
Later that evening though, back in their own home, Muriel
casually asked George what he thought of the girls
sunbathing like that. He said it seemed rather nice
actually. Just the sort of thing a close family would do in
the privacy of their back yard. If they'd had kids of their
own, they'd probably be bringing them up to be open and
unashamed of their bodies just as Fred and Connie's kids
were. Anyway, he argued, it was really no different to
seeing them in their bathing costumes, was it?
Muriel thought it was, but privately smiled to herself. She
knew George inside out, and she'd seen the bulge in his
pants as soon as she'd come onto the patio! Certainly,
their sex that night was better than it had been for
months!
George Brown was a regular sort of guy. He had a good,
steady job as an engineer, was a member of Rotary and the
Neighborhood Watch Committee, and took his wife on holiday
every year to a place in the sun. However, after 20 years
of marriage they still hadn't managed to have any kids, and
this was something that they both regretted keenly.
George did his bit though with all the dads in the area and
helped out with their kids' ball games, doing a little
umpiring or just plain gophering. Muriel was into the Girl
Guides movement in a big way, so neither of them felt they
were totally left out of the job of rearing the younger
generation.
They'd considered adopting several years ago but, as Muriel
had pointed out, they had their hands full with all the
other kids in the neighborhood, and if they waited just a
little bit longer, and tried just a little bit harder -
well, you never knew - they might get lucky. But, of
course, they never did.
George was having a beer with his neighbor Fred one
summer's evening, and the conversation got around to kids
and what a handful they were. Fred had a pair of them - two
girls - and George said something about how lucky Fred was
to have two daughters who could keep each other company.
"Don't you believe it," Fred replied, taking a long pull at
his beer. "It's the worst combination you can have, two
girls about the same age. When they started getting
interested in boys they were always at each other's
throats. We've found a cure for that though."
"Have you?" George asked, interested. He'd often looked at
the way Fred's girls had begun to blossom in the last year
or two, and had recently volunteered to take up life guard
duties at the local pool in order to ensure that the girls
were properly supervised when they went for their lessons
twice a week. At least, that's what he told Muriel.
If the truth be known he did it for the opportunity to see
Karen and Susan in the pool, their firm young bodies
tightly sheathed in the wet clinging fabric of their
bathing costumes, and the nipples on their developing
breasts jutting out visibly with the cold of the water. Not
that he had any ulterior motives in volunteering for the
job - he would have been shocked if anyone had even
suggested that.
He looked expectantly at Fred, wondering what he'd done to
keep the girls quiet and so obviously contented. They were
model daughters, and any parents would have been proud to
have them. Attractive, polite, always giggling and
chattering away with each other. Inseparable. George
couldn't imagine them squabbling over anything. But Fred
had got up and gone to the fridge for another beer, so
George's curiosity went unsatisfied.
Just then, the front door slammed and the subjects of their
conversation burst onto the patio.
"Hi, Uncle George!" Karen panted, and quickly planted a
kiss on his forehead before flinging herself down on the
sunlounger.
"Hi, Uncle George!" Susan echoed, and raced back into the
house to get a cool drink.
Both girls looked hot and sweaty in their tennis gear, but
to George's eyes, delightfully so! Their young faces simply
glowed with good health and vitality, and their deeply
tanned limbs were beginning to fill out in a most
intriguing way.
"Whew!" Susan gasped, "That's the last time I race you back
here in heat like this! I'm sweating like a pig!"
"Like a Sow!" her sister corrected, giggling as Susan
threatened to pour her drink all over Karen's reclining
body.
"Well, I'm going to get out of this hot gear!" Susan
stated, "You don't mind, do you Uncle George?" Without
waiting for an answer, she stripped off her blouse and
wriggled out of her pleated tennis skirt, then stretched
luxuriously in just her training bra and panties. "Lovely!"
she sighed, and lifted her face to the sun as she stretched
again. "Come on Karen, you must be boiling like that!"
"Is that OK Daddy?" Karen asked her father, glancing
quickly at George.
"Of course it is!" Fred laughed, "George has known you two
since you were in nappies. Anyway, you shouldn't flatter
yourselves - you're only little girls still you know."
"No we're not!" Susan retorted with indignation, "We're
Young Ladies now!"
"Yes," Karen stared with equal indignation at her father,
"We've been Young Ladies for at least three months now!
Haven't we Susan?"
"At least!" Susan agreed, counting on her fingers. "Three
and a half to be exact!"
All this went completely over George's head. He hadn't a
clue what they were talking about. Anyway, he didn't much
care. All that mattered was that Karen had started
stripping down to her underwear too. He sat more firmly in
his chair and held his beer so as to hide the growing bulge
in his pants.
Finally his erection subsided as Fred handed him another
beer and the two men started chatting again about the
problems of rearing the youth of today. They had just
decided that it wasn't the same as in their day, when Susan
interrupted them.
"Daddy, can I take my bra off? I'm going to get the most
horrible tan marks if I don't."
"That's OK Pumpkin. Take the lot off if you like. George
won't mind."
George could hardly believe his ears. His best friend was
telling his daughter to get naked in front of him?
Unbelievable!
Both girls giggled and quickly stripped off with their
backs to the two men, then lay face down on the rug by the
lounger to soak up the sun, heads together and giggling
occasionally as one made a whispered remark to the other.
George had volunteered at the swimming pool in order to
'keep an eye' on the girls, but the sight of their firm
bodies stretched out naked before him was more than he had
imagined in his wildest dreams. They were obviously used to
sunning like this, for their rounded bottoms were as tanned
as the rest of their bodies.
He gazed surreptitiously at their delicious forms as he
drank his beer and continued to chat with Fred - but with
only half his mind now on the conversation. He almost
choked on his beer when Susan lazily rolled over and began
tanning her front!
Their feet were towards the men and he had an uninterrupted
view of the deep groove splitting the prominent mound
between her thighs. Then Karen rolled over too and he could
see that both girls had only a light dusting of pubic hair,
enough to be interesting, yet still too little to show that
they were anything but young girls still.
"So what do you think?" Fred asked.
"About what?" George stammered, suddenly brought back to
reality.
"About the chances of the boy's team winning the ball game
this week?" Fred grinned. "Oh, never mind," he chuckled,
"They've got cute little figures, haven't they?" He grinned
knowingly at George and winked. "One advantage of having
daughters, isn't it?"
George's cock was now painfully hard, but he noticed with
some satisfaction that Fred seemed to be reacting in much
the same way, if that bulge in his pants was anything to go
by.
Just then the front door slammed and the sound of Muriel's
voice came to him. A few minutes later, both she and Fred's
wife Constance came onto the patio holding long drinks in
their hands.
"Oh, hello George, hello darling!" Connie greeted them both
brightly. "What a lovely day. Hello girls! You'll never
guess what we got for you at Harper's today - look at them,
aren't they lovely?"
She held up a couple of dresses and the girls clambered to
their feet and eagerly grabbed them from their mother,
holding them up against their naked bodies and pirouetting
with delight. "Grab the lounger Muriel, I'll get another
chair from inside."
Muriel sat down with her drink in the lounger and looked
from the girls to George with a quizzical look on her face.
"It's all right Muriel," Fred laughed, "The girls were just
doing a bit of sunbathing. I'm sure George has seen it all
before. Besides, you're both practically one of the family
after so many years."
Muriel didn't look completely convinced, but quickly forgot
her concerns when Connie came out again with a chair, sat
down beside her and started chatting about their shopping
expedition as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken
place. The girls had disappeared indoors to try on the
dresses anyway, so there was nothing to complain about.
Later that evening though, back in their own home, Muriel
casually asked George what he thought of the girls
sunbathing like that. He said it seemed rather nice
actually. Just the sort of thing a close family would do in
the privacy of their back yard. If they'd had kids of their
own, they'd probably be bringing them up to be open and
unashamed of their bodies just as Fred and Connie's kids
were. Anyway, he argued, it was really no different to
seeing them in their bathing costumes, was it?
Muriel thought it was, but privately smiled to herself. She
knew George inside out, and she'd seen the bulge in his
pants as soon as she'd come onto the patio! Certainly,
their sex that night was better than it had been for
months!