Incest/Taboo Private Pleasures

Martha was delirious with pleasure and excited beyond reason. The added decadence of watching Jack and Darlene, Cindy and John as they began to engage in what could only be described as an all out orgy had her at fever pitch. Mark sat watching along with her as she sat in his lap astride his stiff cock slowly fucking herself up and down upon his shaft.

"Do you wonder if they know someone's watching them?" She asked.

"Dunno, maybe, but in all likelihood they probably aren't even thinking about that possibility at the moment, perhaps later they will after they'd had a chance to think about it."

"That's probably true, even I don't find myself thinking about it when I'm at home, but after seeing this, I'll probably be a little more aware of it from now on."

"Maybe for a few days, but then things will go right back to being normal again," Mark told her. "It's really a very natural phenomenon, sort of out of sight, out of mind as it were."

"Oh my God! Now look at them!" She exclaimed suddenly.

Cindy was prone over Darlene's body still lavishing her pussy with her lips, though Jack had now slipped his prick inside her from behind. John was currently getting an equally arousing blowjob from Darlene as he lay next to her, playing with his own wife's tits while Jack fucked her fast and furiously from behind.

"I wonder if we'll get a chance to party with them like that," she stated with a lust filled tone of voice.

"Oh, I'd imagine we will given time," Mark assured her.

They continued to watch, timing their own orgasmic releases to those of Mark's tenants, watching Darlene devouring John's prick as he came, while Jack had at Cindy's request informed her of his own pending orgasm, to which she turned and finished pumping his climax against the softness of her breasts.

"Oh do that to me!" Martha cried out excitedly, and then captured Mark's prick between her tits and jacked him off that way until he had shot a heavy load of his own spunk all over the woman's breasts.

Suite 302

It was well past midnight when they had finally gotten dressed and decided to call it a night. But before they did, Martha asked Mark to let her have another quick look in on everyone else. He was planning on doing that anyway before retiring to bed. And though the twins, as well Mike were all asleep at this point, Martha was surprised that Mark could see just as clearly into their rooms even in the dark, though everyone appeared to have blond hair and a green tint to them.

"So you can see in the dark too huh?" she giggled knowingly. "I'll have to remember that."

Mark quickly checked in on Bob though he really wasn't expecting to find him doing anything but sleeping either, then was surprised just as Martha was to discover him sitting up in bed watching a porno movie.

"My...my. Would you look at that!" she said with renewed interest. Mark knew exactly what she was referring to, and it wasn't the fact that he was actually sitting there slowly stroking his cock either, it was the fact that good old Bob had a rather enormous cock, larger than most, and one that would put everyone else's in the complex to shame.

"No wonder he's still a bit of a loner," Mark said speaking more to himself than to Martha.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well for one, it hasn't been that long since his wife died, and secondly, there really aren't that many women who can honestly handle a cock that size. They may talk about it, joke around about it, but when it gets right down to it, they find they can't and usually don't, once they've seen it."

"Hmm, I wonder," Martha chuckled.

"Maybe you should try and get more familiar with him yourself Martha. I think he could certainly use a real friend anyway, and if something were to happen or develop between the two of you, then so much the better for everyone involved!"

She continued to watch Bob jerking himself off, "too bad it's so late, I'm half tempted to pay him a visit," she said wickedly.

"Well, maybe not tonight," Mark agreed with her, "But you really should try to get to know him a little better, I think the two of you could end up having a pretty good time."

"You just wanna watch!" She teased him.

"Of course I do," he admitted. "Wouldn't you?"

"You mean?"

"Certainly! Might be fun you and I together, watching you and good old Bob there."

She smiled at that. "Yes it would, wouldn't it?"

It was nearing eleven in the morning by the time Mark rolled out of bed. Throwing on his robe and grabbing a cup of coffee, he strolled out onto his deck and stood overlooking the pool area. It was already warm with the sun well up and promised to be another hot day. He wasn't surprised to find the twins already sunning themselves out by the pool either, but he was a little surprised though pleased when only moments later Charlene sauntered out joining them. As was usually the case, neither of the twins had worn a top, something Mark had encouraged everyone in the brochure about having the freedom of nudity on the premises if they desired to be. Almost immediately the twins had taken him up on that one, though only partially as they were comfortable being topless by the pool, but hadn't as yet gone entirely nude either.

Charlene began chatting with the girls though he couldn't quite make out what was being said. He was again pleased to see it though as at least the twins were a little closer in age to Charlene, as was his own daughter Brandy, though he didn't think she'd even met the other girl yet. Scooting one of the other available lounge chairs over by the twins, she soon undid her own swim top and dropped it down onto the table beside her, opting to suntan topless just as the other two were doing.

Though looking down at the three girls certainly had its own appeal, Mark soon after made his way inside and decided to take a quick peek at how everyone else was doing.

Suite 202

With Charlene out by the pool, Mark didn't really figure to discover anything too interesting when he dropped in on Danny, and nearly changed camera's when he caught Danny walking over to the back bedroom window which was in his sister's room, looking down at the three girls, staring at them just back in the shadows.

"Can't say as I blame you Danny Boy," Mark chuckled thinking of the song by the same name as he sat watching Danny watching the girls. And once again he nearly changed cameras to go looking elsewhere when he saw Danny suddenly slip his hand down through the opening of his boxer shorts and begin stroking himself. "Now...that's interesting," Mark thought to himself, wondering just what it was exactly that Danny was actually thinking about. "Probably poking one of the twins," he said aloud. "If not both."

Mark watched in renewed curiosity as Danny suddenly began rummaging through one of his sister's drawers, producing what appeared to be a pair of black satin, or soft nylon panties.

"What the hell?"

Danny quickly stepped back towards the window, though remaining out of sight as he stood there, now using the black pair of panties to further caress and stimulate his cock with. Curious, Mark split the big screen on the control panel and brought up the pool area. He was just in time to see the twins picking up their stuff and about to leave. As Mark had more than enough microphones wired into the lighting and lawn decorations, picking up conversation down by the pool was easy.

"We're sort of having a girls night out," Tracy said inviting Charlene to join them later. "Actually, it was Pam who invited us to go to the club with them."

"You mean a gay bar?" Charlene asked incredulously. "But I'm not even gay!"

Stacy burst out laughing, "Well neither are we honey, but we still enjoy looking at the girls, and everyone really does have a pretty good time together, not to mention the dancing," she finished.

"Yeah, come on...go with us!" Tracy joined.

"Well, ok, maybe I will after all she said smiling. "Give me a call later," and with that, the twins headed back towards their apartment.

Mark had watched, and continued to watch as the twins left. As had Danny, but he was continuing to stand there looking out the window, still lazily stroking his prick with a pair of his sister's panties.

"Now that's interesting!" Mark smiled to himself, since Charlene now was the only one out by the pool, and who had either been from the beginning, or had just become, the sole object of Danny's lustful desires. Finally reaching a climax, Mark watched as Danny finished jacking himself off into his sister's panties, then followed him as he shoved them deep down inside her dirty clothes hamper before exiting her bedroom.

"Even Martha would get a kick out of that one," he thought.

Suite 102

Mark knew that John and Jack had scheduled a round of golf together so he knew they'd be off somewhere on the course. Peeking in, he found Darlene and Cindy still lounging around in their robes sharing some pastry and a cup of coffee together. After everything that had happened the night before, he wasn't at all surprised that the two women were quickly becoming fast friends, nor that they'd decided to start out the morning together, perhaps discussing the previous nights activities either.

"So did you say you'd do it?" Darlene asked.

"Well, I thought about it for a while, then decided, sure...why not? I mean I was surprised he'd even asked me, and more than a little flattered as he said that he really liked the shape of my legs, and really wanted to use them in a piece he was thinking about doing. But then, he told me that he wanted to include another woman in the piece, and would I have a problem doing that. So I thought about that for a while, and really wasn't too comfortable doing it, especially with someone I didn't know, and considering what he wanted the two of us to do while posing for him really embarrassed me."

"What does he want you to do?" Darlene asked even more interested to hear the specific details.

"Well...what he wants is for us to interlock our legs together, you know...pussy to pussy, literally. So the piece will just be the upper thigh area of both women, and then their cunts pressed together."

"Wow...I see what you mean," Darlene said letting out a low whistle.

"Anyway, to finish my story, I told him I might be willing to do it provided I did it with you, and after what we experienced last night, I knew without any doubt I'd be more than comfortable doing it then."

"Me? You want me to pose with you?" Darlene laughed. "What makes you think Mike would want to use me?"

"Because...I've already asked him?" Cindy said grinning, "To which he delightfully said "Hell yes!"

"He did?"

"He did! Said that he's never approached you because he hadn't really met you yet for one thing, but for another, he just assumed you probably wouldn't do it to begin with. He knew I would, especially after I saw a few of the pieces he'd done and commented on them, which is why he asked me in the first place."

"I don't know, Jack might not like the idea of someone buying my pussy," Darlene quipped, "Even if they don't know its me."

"So why even tell him?" Cindy said. "I haven't told John, and I'm not going to. Mike said we could probably do it in less that a couple of hours in the beginning, then perhaps another hour or so afterwards at some point as he finishes up the final touches."

"Two hours? Pussy to pussy with you?" Darlene gasped. "If we do that, we might end up doing something else later you know."

Cindy grinned. "And you have a problem with that?"

"Not if you don't," Darlene said suddenly reaching over across the table, opening the front of Cindy's bathrobe and tickling the tip of one of her protruding breasts.

"Hold that thought," Cindy grinned back at her, allowing her robe to come completely undone as she stood. She quickly dialed the phone.

"Hello?"

It was Mike, Mark could easily tell the sound of his voice, and hearing as well as seeing all this, brought Mike's room up on screen. He was just then laying out a clump of clay in preparation for doing some work.

"Hi Mike, this is Cindy. I'm just sitting here with Darlene, and we were talking about the sculpture you want to do."

"Is she interested?" Mike asked.

Mark watched as Cindy put her hand over the mouthpiece. "He wants to know if you're interested or not," she said.

Mark watched as Darlene opened her bathrobe suddenly cupping and then tweaking both of her breasts. "Tell him I am," she grinned suggestively.

Cindy laughed, "Not in me silly...in doing the sculpture with me!"

"Wouldn't that accomplish both?" Darlene shot back.

"Ah Mike? She said she's interested....very interested in fact, so sure...we'll do it. When would you like to start?"

"Can you be here in about an hour?" He asked.

"Ah hour?"

Darlene nodded her head yes, "That should give us plenty of time for a nice little warm up," Darlene half whispered as Cindy reached down between her legs and ran a finger gently over her split as Darlene watched.

"Sure...we'll see you in about an hour then," Cindy said hanging up the phone.

Mark watched as Cindy stepped back over towards the table, then climbed up on top of it, spreading herself openly in front of where Darlene was still sitting. "So...you don't mind putting yourself against this?" She said invitingly. "Maybe we should practice a little bit before we go over there," she hinted playfully.

"My thoughts...exactly," Darlene said leaning over and placing a kiss directly on Cindy's vulnerable little mound.

Mark watched the two women fool around with one another teasingly for a while until they both decided they needed to get "cleaned up" before going over to Mike's place. Mark went back to browsing, noticed Charlene still out by the pool though she was now sunning on her stomach. Moments later he found Pat and Pam where he'd fully expected to find them at this time of day.

1:20 in the exercise room.

Pam was spotting for Pat as she lay on the weight bench. Pat had just finished putting on another ten pounds and was about to test the bar when Pam slipped a hand down her shorts, and a second after that ran that same finger beneath Pat's nose just as she started to pull the bar off the cradle.

"You little shit you!" Pat yelled at her. "You trying to break my concentration? That could get me injured you know!"

"Now...would I do something like that?" Pam teased lifting her tank top, revealing her breasts. "Just trying to give you some incentive and motivation here, or don't you appreciate the way I do that?" she asked.

Pat rested the bar back in the cradle sitting up. "O.K., that does it," she growled. "You've been asking for it all morning long, and now you're gonna get it too!"

Letting out a squeal, Pam made a dash to the opposite side of the room, but Pat headed her off, easily jumping over one of the exercise bicycles, easily cornering her partner.

"You think I was kidding don't you?" she said menacingly, "Well just so you know, I wasn't!" Pat easily pulled Pam's arms behind her back, then led her over towards the rings. They struggled briefly, but Pam was no match for Pat's incredible strength. Within moments she had tied one of Pam's hands securing it to one of the rings, making it far easier for her to then subdue, and tie off Pam's other hand to the other ring.

"What are you going to do?" Pam asked worriedly.

"Like I said, something you've been asking for, for quite some time now, and I don't care who comes in and sees it, sees you...or who for that matter might even be watching it now. You've been asking for it, and now you're going to get it!"

Secured, and unable to get away, Pat walked over and began taking up the slack on the rings, increasing their height and lifting poor Pam up and off the floor as she did so until she could barely even stand on her tippy-toes. At that point, she even more easily stripped off the pair of shorts and panties that Pam had been wearing.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Pam cried out in alarm, but Mark also heard a faint lustiness to her tone of voice as she asked that. Without answering her however, Pat grabbed the bottom of Pam's tee shirt and pulled it up and over the woman's head, leaving it there so that she was effectively blindfolded; she then proceeded to walk over towards the wall where a number of jump ropes hung. Taking several of these, Pat then tied off each of Pam's legs using one of them, and then tied them off, stretching Pam apart although she initially fought wildly, trying to keep her from doing so until exhausting herself.

"Not so funny now is it?" Pat said as she took yet another length of rope and began wrapping it around the young woman's breasts tightly until they had begun to swell and redden with the coil of rope now encircling each. She even stood there flicking at Pam's nipples with one end, hearing Pam's whimpering cry as she tagged them repeatedly leaving long red lines criss-crossing each one of her breasts from the length of rope.

"Fucking A!" Mark thought as he settled down even deeper into his chair while watching all this. "Note to self...don't ever get this woman pissed off at you!"

Mark watched as Pat now took one end of the jump rope, placing the blue handle between Pam's legs, running it up and down her wide open split, then as Pam again struggled in vain hanging there suspended as she now was, Pat began forcing the end of the handled rope inside the woman's cunt until it was buried as deeply as she could manage it.

"Well now, don't we look pretty?" Pat said stepping back to admire her handy work. "See what happens when you insist on being a naughty girl?" she stated once again, then slapped each one of Pam's breasts firmly several times, likewise slapping her pussy with the flat of her hand as well, then walking around behind her, doing likewise to the woman's ass for several long minutes.

"Had enough?"

Pam nodded her head, then spoke, "Yes...yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You should be," Pat told her. "I'm going home to shower now," she said turning. "But don't worry, I'll let someone know where you are so they can come and untie you," she said seriously, and with that...Mark watched as she actually left the room.

It wasn't more than a few seconds after that when his phone rang.

"Mr. Mitchell?"

It was Pat.

"Please Pat, call me Mark."

"O.K. Mark!" Pat said giving his name a little more emphasis than she'd really needed to. "I am sure you were probably watching, but even if you weren't, you'll find Pam hanging around in the exercise room. If you're not too terribly busy, she could probably use a hand."

And with that, she hung up.

Mark shook his head and laughed. "Interesting character that one," he mused silently. But he didn't really feel too sorry for Pam either, he had a sneaking suspicion that she'd gotten exactly what she'd wanted to, to begin with. Which is why he took his time getting dressed before heading down to the exercise room in order to let poor Pam down.

Mark had indeed been the one to finally let Pam down. Though she blushed profusely, it was easy to see that she was also more than aroused, and perhaps even more so being caught in so wickedly a fashion as she had been especially with the blue handled rope shoved as deeply inside her when he'd come into the room and found her hanging there.

"So, she called you huh?"

"Yep, which means either she really hates me, or she's starting to like me. I'm not sure which one it is yet though," Mark laughed to himself leaving the impaled rope for Pam to remove, which she did, but not before first untying and uncoiling her breasts, even massaging them first.

"Oh, I think she likes you," Pam grinned. "She does think you have a strange quirky side, but after all...don't we all?" Pam said grinning even more widely.

"That we do," Mark agreed watching Pam as she finally removed the jump rope from her pussy.

"I'll wash all these," she said reassuringly, and then began doing so as Mark stood watching her. Obviously Pam wasn't too inhibited that he would be there while she did so, and especially as she'd made no effort to redress herself either.

"Yeah, I'm glad that she does," Pam said once again. "You see though she isn't attracted to men at all, she knows that I am. So every once in a while, she allows me that particular little pleasure, but only with her approval of course."

"Of course," Mark said smiling watching her.

"And of course she has to be there, which some men wouldn't find very comfortable with her standing there looking on."

"Can't imagine why," Mark said sarcastically.

"Anyway, the fact she called you says something,"

"It does that," he offered back.

Pam finished cleaning up and putting away everything. "Sorry about all this, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," she said shyly.

"Oh, no worries, and if it does, that's perfectly fine too. I'm just a phone call away," he grinned. "You know...I could make some really simple modifications, add a few things in here," he said "Might be interesting."

Pam smiled widely at that.

"You might be right," she told him. "Let me know if you need help doing anything, or making any suggestions."

"I will," Mark said and then waved as Pam hurried back to her suite where Pat was waiting for her.

On the way back to his suite, he again passed by the pool area. By now his daughter, along with James and Andy had come out to the pool for a swim and some sun. Andy was currently sitting next to Charlene though Mark noticed she remained lying on her stomach as she spoke to him.

"Hi da...I mean Mark," Brandy spoke waving at him as he approached.

She had almost called him dad, though it didn't appear that Charlene was even aware of the near slip as she was too involved with her own ongoing conversation.

"Hope you brought your sunscreen," he told her. "It's going to be a hot one."

"Of course, I was just about to have James put some on me," she indicated walking towards her towel which she'd spread out on the grass rather than in one of the lounge chairs. As she did, she reached around unclasping the bikini top she was wearing and allowed it to drop down on the towel. Mark didn't avert his eyes for a couple of reasons, mainly because he didn't want Charlene wondering why he wouldn't be looking for one, and for another it was an interesting position to be placed in, seeing how much his own daughter had changed and how she felt about herself in front of him. Obviously uncaring that she had displayed her breasts in front of him said something anyway.

At that moment Charlene noticed Mark's daughter as she smoothed out her towel sitting down fairly close to her and began rubbing in the suntan lotion. She leaned up on her elbows at least, her breasts suddenly dangling invitingly which brought a small secret little smile to Andy's face as he sat there looking at them.

"Hi...I'm Brandy," she said introducing herself to Charlene.

"Charlene," Charlene replied shielding her eyes with one hand as she looked over towards Brandy who sat with her back towards the sun. "Would you mind? Could I borrow some of that when you're finished with it?" She asked. "I just used the last of mine up, and I'm already starting to feel the sun again."

"Sure! Here Andy, "Catch!"

Mark had taken a seat nearby observing everyone as they introduced themselves though James continued doing laps in the pool.

Andy caught the bottle of suntan lotion that Brandy had tossed to him. "Would you like me to do your back?" he asked Charlene.

"Yes, thank you," she said lying down once again as Andy scooted over closer to her and poured a goodly amount in his hands warming it before applying it to her.

Mark smiled secretly, noticing the already tell-tail bulge that had begun to appear in Andy's swim trunks.

Just then James appeared sitting down beside Brandy. "Here, toss that to me," he said indicating for Andy to give him back the bottle, which he quickly did. He began applying some lotion onto Brandy's back as she lay down on the blanket.

Mark noticed as he did so that James appeared to enjoy running his slippery hands and fingers along both of her sides, affectively giving the soft flesh of her semi-exposed breasts a nice gentle caress as he sat on her back rubbing the lotion in.

"So, I'm thinking that our first get-together should be next weekend," Mark stated informing everyone. "That will be the first full month since everyone moved in, and give all of you a chance to meet and really get to know everyone else."

"Sounds like fun," Andy responded as he repositioned himself now sitting half crouching over Charlene's upper legs as he continued giving her now what appeared to be more of a back massage than just rubbing in the suntan oil. Mark noticed that she really didn't seem to mind either, obviously enjoying the young man's attention. Curiously however, Mark also noticed a strange look come from his daughter towards Andy as he did so, though she didn't comment or say anything beyond the look.

"Well, guess I'll leave the four of you to your sun and swim," Mark said standing up. "Enjoy yourselves!"

He had glanced at his watch only moments ago, realizing that Darlene and Cindy should be making their way over to Mike's suite by this time, and he wanted to tune in and watch as he was sure it would prove interesting. Before he did so however, he stopped and stood in front of his daughter briefly.

"If you're free later, come see me," he said in tones low enough that only James and his daughter could have heard. Brandy gave her father a curious look, but then nodded her head.

Mark quickly made his way back up to his own penthouse shortly after that looking forward to watching the two women as they posed together.

Suite 103

By the time Mark had returned to his control room and had turned on the cameras, Mike had already placed a low table out on his porch patio and was going over some last minute instructions with the girls as he explained what it was that he wanted from them. Nervously to some extent, they removed their clothing, and though Mike had told them that he'd only be sculpting them from their upper thighs to just above their lower stomach, the women opted to remove everything rather than sit there pressed together with tops on. Mike appeared to be all business-like, but Mark watched as Mike repeatedly stole looks directly towards the two women as they began placing themselves upon the small table.

"So...like this?" Darlene asked him. She and Cindy had indeed managed to interlock their legs over one another, but Mike approached having and enjoying an obvious look as he began telling them to move a bit more this way, or that way, stepping back...observing as though thinking about it, then making them readjust once again.

"O.K., I think that will work," he said finally. "Now, if you don't mind holding it like that for a bit, I'll get the basic shape down."

Darlene and Cindy were indeed pressed cunt-to-cunt, and seemed to be enjoying the closeness of their intimacy. "I don't think you're supposed to be moving," Cindy teased her friend.

"I'm not really moving," Darlene shot back. "Besides, its sort of hard not to!"

Cindy laughed pressing herself against Darlene, the subtle movement of her own hips giving way to the playful moment the two women where sharing together. Mike didn't seem to mind however as he was far from getting down to the specific details of what he had in mind, piling up the clay, molding and shaping it in more of a general appearance as his idea began taking shape. For the moment, the girls banter and subtle movements were of no importance beyond giving him a measure of some private appreciation as the two naked forms continued to sit mashing themselves together.

And though it was interesting to watch to some degree, Mark found himself curious and wondering what else might be going on in his complex.

Suite 201

He'd almost forgotten about Pat and Pamela. But as he flipped through their suite, he quickly located the two of them in their bedroom. Pat was lying on her back with Pamela contentedly lying between the woman's legs going down on her though she did so in no apparent hurry. Obviously Pat enjoyed a long slow sensuous suck of her pussy, which is exactly what Pam was giving her.

"Softer," Pat half-whispered, obviously enjoying whatever it was Pam's mouth and tongue was doing to her, and wanting to prolong rather than hurry along the pleasures as she did so.

Mark watched for a while, and then flipped back to see how the other two women were doing. Mike had by now gotten the basic shape down, and was now standing close to the women, using his hands to get some basic measurements and perceptions down in his mind as he closely observed, then touched and made slight modifications to their positioning.

"Ahh," Darlene pouted. "I can't feel her as close with her sitting like that," she complained. "Now we're not even touching!"

"Don't worry," Mike grinned "I just want to take a look at the angle from over there, then as I work on that, the two of you can go back to touching as much as you'd like for a while."

Cindy giggled, "So you don't mind if we enjoy ourselves while you're working?

"Not at all, as long as you hold still once in a while when I ask you to," he told them. "Beyond that, feel free to do whatever you'd like."

They held their pose for a few minutes until Mike was satisfied that he had what he wanted. "Ok, you can relax...or do what ever for a few minutes," he told them while I finish this part."

Almost immediately Cindy reached down between the two of them with her hand, giving Darlene's exposed little clit a gentle tickle with her fingertip. "You as horny as I am?" she said unashamedly.

"Hell yes," Darlene quipped. "Who would have known that posing for a sculpture could be so much fun?"

"Speaking of which..." Mark thought, and quickly brought up Pat and Pam's room again, though this time splitting the screen so he could watch them both simultaneously.

Mark was surprised to discover in the short time he hadn't been observing them that Pat had gotten out of bed. She now stood and had begun belting something on around her waist as Pam patiently knelt on the bed waiting for her to finish. Once she had done that, she slipped what appeared to be a life-sized flexible dildo through the opening that appeared near Pat's crotch and quickly secured that.

"Ready to get fucked?" Pat asked unnecessarily, obviously Pam was as she immediately assumed the position, posturing herself now on all fours and wiggling her ass back towards Pat suggestively. "I bet you would like to get fucked too wouldn't you?" Pat taunted her. "I bet you've been dreaming about some guys prick shoving itself inside that hot wet cunt of yours haven't you?" she pressed once again, wiggling her own fake dick up and down, even stroking it as though it were one. "Maybe Mark's even?" she ventured. "Oh yeah, bet you'd love to feel that nice hard dick of his sliding inside you right about now wouldn't you? Well? Wouldn't you?" Pat demanded expecting an answer this time.

"Yes damn you! Yes...I would! Now...would you please come and fuck me?" Pam pleaded. "Please?"

Darlene and Cindy were happily lying there frigging one another with their fingers now, though Mike soon strolled over towards them. "I know you're both going to hate me, but I need you to hold still for a few minutes," he explained smiling at the two of them. "And I need to do some finger measurements," he added grinning as he said that.

"Measure all you want," Darlene purred wantonly. "Especially with your fingers!"

Mark watched zooming in the camera as Mike placed the tips of his fingers just above the tip of Darlene's hard protruding little clitoris, he then did the same just above Cindy's though adding a third finger, actually resting it against the top of her clit itself.

"Don't just let it sit there, move it a little," she almost begged. Trying to maintain a sense of professionalism however, Mike merely smiled, speaking. "You two go right ahead, I got what I needed to see," he stated, then turned and went back to his clay. The girls quickly did just that, once again slipping their fingers into one another unabashedly masturbating one another.

"That's it...that's it you little cunt, fuck it...fuck it...fuck it!" Pat called out as she knelt behind Pam, unmoving, forcing Pam to do all the work as she impaled herself on the rubber prick slowly moving back against it, then forward again as Pat remained stationary. Finally, as Pam moved to impale herself as deeply as possible, Pat latched on to Pam's ass, shoving deeply and forcefully against her, finally fucking the woman with several quick rapid penetrations that had Pam moaning loudly with each forward slap of Pat's hands against her ass as she did so.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she was screaming.

"Oh, fuck Darlene! Cindy cried, "Keep doing that, keep doing that...harder! Faster! I'm almost there!" She cried out deliciously.

Mark chuckled to himself while watching. He had just smeared a fresh dollop of precum that had oozed from the tip of his prick, further pleasuring his thick swollen head. Likewise, he watched as Mike sat, pretty much doing the same, the piece he'd been working on obviously forgotten for the moment as he'd finally succumbed to the erotic sensual display going on before him as the two girls wildly humped themselves now against one another, each striving to bring the other one to climax.

I bet you wish you could feel this prick squirting inside you don't you?" Pat nearly yelled at her partner as she continued driving herself in and out of Pam's wet glistening pussy. Zooming in, Mark indeed saw just how wet the woman's cunt really was, creamy white froth now forming all around the fuck toy, clinging to it every time it plunged inside, returning with even more of the sex-sauce suddenly appearing.

"You wanna cum? You wanna squirt? Well come on then you horny little cunt, give it to me!"

All at once Pam exploded, her ear-piercing scream of pleasure filling the room, almost causing Mark to readjust the volume as she did so. But he was too enthralled to think of anything else, as a millisecond after that, Pam's pussy suddenly began to expel several little cascading streamers of clear white liquid that began to splash against the bed, sheets, as well as herself.

Cindy too was thrashing about wildly in her own little throes of ecstasy, as was Darlene, coming together almost simultaneously, grinding, still humping themselves against one another pleasurably. Mike had himself stood, walking over towards them, watching, observing, as he continued fisting his prick now only inches away from the two women.

"Oh yes...yes! Shoot it! Shoot it!" They cried urging him on. Mike began doing so, pumping off his own jettison of white milky spunk that he directed purposely and specifically against the still mashed joining of their respective cunts.

"Ah Daddy? You wanted to see me?"

Mark's hand contained most of his still spurting semen, which he'd attempted by way of not making even more of a mess than he already had. His prick throbbing once again, squirting, even as he leaned forward cutting off the camera's, then forcing his prick back inside his pants. Obviously from where his daughter now stood, she was well aware of what he'd been doing, and watching, as she had no doubt been standing there observing things herself for God knows how long.

Mark snatched several tissues from the box near by, wiping his hands.

"I didn't hear you come in."

"Obviously," she countered, though she was smiling and not frowning at him as she said that. "You gave me a key remember? I sorta figured you'd be up here any way, so I just let myself in." Brandy walked over to the couch sitting down as Mark tossed his spunk-laden tissues into the trash. "Pretty interesting," she then added without going into any details about specifically what it was she had found interesting.

"Ah yes, they are," Mark stammered briefly. "Interesting pair those two, have you met them yet?" He asked.

"I did bump into Pam in the Jacuzzi a few days ago yes, and spoke with Cindy down in the lobby the day we moved in, but I haven't met either one of the other two yet," she stated confirming that she had indeed been watching for a time at least.

"Well then, perhaps at the party," Mark finished.

"Yes, perhaps," Brandy quipped waiting on her father.

"The reason I wanted to see you," Mark began "was mainly to see how you are, how you're doing here, and if every things o.k. with you."

"Why wouldn't it be?" She responded. "I'm enjoying it here...very much in fact, so why do you ask?"

"Well, for one thing, I know your mother wouldn't understand your current living arrangement..."

"No more than she doesn't approve of yours either," Brandy said easily.

Mark laughed at that one. "True, but I'm not her daughter. Secondly, I caught the look you gave Andy out by the pool."

Brandy tried to mask her surprise at her father's observance, "What look?"

"A look I've seen often enough before," he told her. "You weren't very approving of Andy's attention towards Charlene, had it been James's I would have understood it, but Andy?"

Brandy actually flushed, her face reddening deeply, which brought some relief back to Mark as now the awkwardness of the moments ago had turned in the other direction.

"What about Andy?"

"Nothing really...was just curious, wondering if perhaps the three of you have some sort of agreement or understanding or something."

"No, of course not. You know as well as James does, Andy's just our friend, nothing more than that."

"Ok, not saying he isn't, just saying that if there is anything more than that going on, that situations like that can get pretty complicated if everyone's not on the same page together if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I know what you mean, and I also know what I'm doing," she added alerting her father that there was in fact a bit more to this situation than she was ready or willing to admit to for the moment. "In case you haven't noticed father, I'm a big girl now."

"I have noticed honey," Mark said trying to sooth over the situation. "And since I haven't exactly been there for you as a father for most of your life, I am at least trying to be a little like a friend, and just cautioning you. You are as you say a grown up woman now, and can make choices for yourself. I wouldn't even begin to tell you to do, or not to do something that you've set your mind on doing. I'm only saying...be careful. Sometimes situations like this can get a bit sticky."

"Sort of like a few minutes ago?" Brandy said standing, smiling once again taking back the upper hand over their conversation.

"Just remember Brandy, if you don't want me to know, or see something I shouldn't, then you shouldn't be doing it in the first place."

"You know, you could always just keep the camera's off in our suite, then you wouldn't have that problem."

"Or...you could move and find another place to live too," Mark said firmly. "You're not tied into any kind of contractual agreements here like everyone else is. You're free to move out anytime you'd like to. But as long as you decide to stay here, then just be aware, I could be looking...so if you don't like your father looking in on you from time to time, or want to be caught doing something you shouldn't be..."

"You mean like the way I just caught you a few moments ago?" Brandy said interrupting him.

"Ah, but you see? There's the difference. "Maybe that was a bit awkward, but had it been anyone else except for you, it wouldn't have been. Everyone here knows who I am, and what I enjoy doing. That's why they've agreed to live under the terms and conditions that they are. You want to speak and act like an adult? Then accept the fact that sometimes adults do or enjoy unusual things. This is one of mine, and I've not tried to hide it from anyone, including you. And just so that we understand one another, I'm not going to pretend to be anything, or anyone other than who I am in the future. So next time you come to see me unexpectedly, perhaps you'd better knock unless you're prepared to find me doing whatever I feel like doing, or whoever I feel like doing it with. Agreed?"

Brandy nodded her head, but then she looked him straight in the eye too. "And just so you know and understand father...I plan on doing a little exploration myself, so if you do happen to look in and see something that surprises you, then don't say I didn't warn you. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough," Mark said, and then hugging his daughter, walked her downstairs to the door.​