The highway outside the windshield rippled in the heat. I was certain my tires were melting.

We’d been driving for hours to get to a dance competition in Las Vegas, and my stepdaughter and her two friends were in the back seat talking, whispering, and laughing. They had their Discmans out, but none of them had put their earphones on. It was apparently much more fun to entertain each other. After all, they didn’t have phones to do it for them.

It was the late-90s. An innocent time. The internet was just getting going. These young women, just about to graduate and head out into the wide world, had likely never seen the kind of things that anybody these days can just stumble across on their phones. And, being the focused, hardworking dancers they were, they didn’t have the time or interest to look anyway.

I glanced in the rearview mirror whenever a burst of laughter filled the van, and I’ll have to admit, I always enjoyed the view.

They were the dance girl type: beautiful, toned bodies and lovely, expressive faces. One of them, Madlyn, had a lot of Asian heritage. Round lips, lovely brown skin, and a tiny, sleek body. To top it off, she was what I like to call “smooth chested.” In profile, the line between her athletic stomach and her supple neck was a clean, pure curve. And, though she didn’t realize it, the way she did everything was sensuous–even sitting on a car’s seat with her legs curled beneath her. She seemed less naïve than the other girls too. Probably because she shared a bathroom with half a dozen siblings at home.

Then there was Eden, the skinny, innocent one. Her mother was a model, and you could see it in Eden’s face. She had big eyes, a knockout smile, and small, pert tits. They would fit perfectly in champagne glasses.

Then there was my stepdaughter, Stella. She was a round little thing. Not round as in fat, but as in curves. Her mom said she had a big booty, but I thought it was perfect. Her chest was the same way. I stumbled in on her topless one day as she was changing her leotard. My eyes fastened on her milky white chest and then shot up to her eyes. I’ll never forget the deliberate way she looked back me; she didn’t even cover herself. I apologized and backed out. And I knew I’d never forget those young breasts or the O of her lips, or the frankness of her gaze.

Another thing about dance girls. Sometimes they’re just girls, and dance isn’t anywhere close to their minds. But then they get on stage and knock you out with how aware of their bodies they are, how gorgeously they move. It’s spiritual. But spiritual suffused with sexual. It isn’t like porn where there are just a few positions involving a few movements repeated over and over again. It’s porn in a thousand extra dimensions. Because when beautiful bodies move beautifully, the body that watches them reacts, resonates–not just with an erect penis, but with a vibration in the chest, a gravity in the gut, a swelling in the head, a weakness in the legs, and a heaviness in the breath. It’s an engorgement of the whole body, and the soul inside it.

And the great thing is, it is totally appropriate to watch them dance. Heck, they WANT you to come see them. They practice for hundreds of hours to get ready, toning and perfecting themselves for those intimate… public moments. Sit as close as you want. Watch with your mouth open. Become lost. They’re there just for you.

And there they were, sitting in the back seat, just being girls. But fully capable of becoming goddesses at any moment. Embodying both sexuality and spirituality; beings that could arouse every desire.

***

Finding a cheap, decent room in Las Vegas had been next to impossible. Fortunately, one of the families on the dance team had a timeshare, so we split the fee and packed ourselves in the best we could.

My wife and I shared one bedroom, the moms of the other two girls shared the other bedroom. And all the girls slept in the pullout bed in the living room.

We were all winding down in the living room after rehearsals, and the women were making plans to go out for the night.

“You ladies have fun,” I said, standing up and stretching. “That was way too much driving. I’m going to take some sleeping pills and zonk for the night.”

“Hey!” my wife exclaimed. “He can stay here with the girls! I don’t think they’d really want to go where we’re going, anyway.” She winked at her buddies.

The girls seemed happy about it.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and got in bed, not planning to see any of them until the next morning. I could hear the girls talking and giggling in the next room. I shook two pills out of the bottle and laid down. And before I knew it, I was asleep.

***

“Are you sure he’s asleep?”

“When he takes his pills, the dog can jump all over him and howl, and he doesn’t even move! Mom calls him ‘the Log’.”

Wait a second, I thought drowsily. I thought she called me “the Log” for a much more impressive reason.

The girls’ voices weren’t muffled behind any walls. They sounded like they were right in the room with me.

“Just to make sure, wiggle his foot or something. Try to wake him up. etimesgut escort We’ll wait outside.”

An exasperated sigh. “Fine!”

I heard a scuttle and the door closing.

“Dad. Dad!”

A hand grabbed my foot and wiggled it from side to side. Then it pulled hard on my leg a few times.

I was practically asleep, still half-way stuck in a dream, so I stayed inert.

“He’s asleep!”

I heard the door opening and the shuffling of feet until they stopped next to me.

“That’s amazing,” said a voice. It sounded like Madlyn’s. “I guess if he’s really that deep, I can show you.”

“I still think you’re full of it,” said Stella.

“That’s because you’re an only child,” Madlyn replied. “I have six older siblings and four of them are brothers. And I’m telling you. It happens.”

“Show us,” whispered Eden.

I could feel the covers being slowly pulled back until…

“Your dad sleeps naked?” Eden squealed.

“Oh, guys. Just stop,” groaned Stella. “This is weird enough.”

But Eden was right. I do sleep naked. And they were now looking at me in all my glory. Not the mass of muscle that I had been ten years ago, but still a dedicated student of the gym.

“Not bad,” said Madlyn. “I can see why your mom went for him.”

“So that,” Eden said, “gets… bigger?”

“Yeah,” said Madlyn. “Watch.”

The room was silent for a moment.

“Sooooo…” said Eden.

“Ummm,” Madlyn replied. “Let me, uh… try this.”

And she put her hand on my dick.

“Madlyn!” Eden gasped indignantly. “You should ask permission before you do something like that. I mean, at least ask Stella!”

“Stella?” asked Madlyn.

“Hooookay, I guess,” said Stella.

At this point you may be wondering why my eyes are still closed. Why I’m still pretending to be asleep. Why I’m allowing myself to be Exhibit A in this anatomy lesson.

Think about it this way. Imagine I decided to open my eyes. They’d all run screaming from the room, or they’d stand there with red faces, and nothing would ever be the same. Even though I didn’t do anything. Even though I was just lying there. Even though it was me they were pawing at, they’d never look at me the same again. It would ruin my stepdaughter’s relationship with them. Heck, it might break up the trio.

Besides, I liked these girls. I didn’t want to embarrass them. Madlyn was just trying to make a point by… making me make a point. I decided to take one for the team.

A soft, young, feminine hand started rubbing my penis, up and down, up and down, gently and smoothly. Then Madlyn must have knelt down because I could feel her breath on me.

“Oh! It’s happening!” she said. “Come watch!”

I cracked an eyelid. Just enough to see the faces of these three girls bending down to take a close look at my manhood. As I told you before, they were lovely faces: flawless skin, succulent lips, and big, curious eyes. Just the kind of young faces you’d want studying your naked erection. I could feel three sets of breaths washing over my skin.

And then I noticed. Eden was wearing a loose tank top, and, since she was bending over, I had a close-up, unobstructed, in-my-face view of her little breasts through the top’s hanging neck.

Turbo boost!

“Oh my gosh!” Eden squeaked. “Look!”

“Wow, Dad!” Stella breathed.

“Uhh,” said Madlyn. “This was more than I was counting on.”

But she kept rubbing, and I kept squinting at those perfect little tits, and I kept growing.

I could feel the three girls’ breaths coming faster and warmer now.

“I feel funny,” said Eden. “In my stomach.”

I felt myself getting larger and larger until my member was completely swollen and standing rigidly against my stomach. This was a boner to be proud of, an auspicious beginning to the girls’ anatomical education. I hoped life would continue to be so generous with them.

“Oh my gosh,” said Madlyn. “You guys HAVE to feel this.”

“What?” Stella yipped.

“Seriously,” Madlyn breathed. “I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s so hard, yet so soft.”

“Umm, Stella?” Eden said. “Madlyn wants me to touch your stepdad’s penis. Is that OK?”

“I guess,” said Stella.

Then there was a finger tentatively rubbing up and down my rock-hard shaft.

“It IS soft,” Eden whispered. “It makes me want to…”

“What?” Madlyn asked.

“Well, rub my cheek on it like it’s a kitten. Is that OK, Stella?”

“I guess,” said Stella.

And, holy cow, brothers and sisters. Eden of the perfect little tits; Eden of the model’s face; Eden of the innocent eyes, placed her cheek against my erection and rubbed it gently, like she was, yes indeed, snuggling a kitten.

“Mmmmm. Is this why my big sister likes boys? ‘Cause she gets to snuggle their hard soft penis?”

I know what you’re thinking. “How have you not exploded all over the room by now? How is the ceiling not dripping with your cum? How have you been so disciplined while these three visions of youth, beauty, and innocence have been fawning over your majestic manhood?”

Because it wasn’t time. I’d know when it was time.

“I etlik escort know it’s your stepdad, Stella,” mewed Eden. “But you gotta feel this.”

After a few more snuggles, Eden’s soft, smooth cheek moved away, and another hand touched my dick. Stella’s hand. It wrapped around my shaft and then moved up and down. Then she gripped me tight.

“Oh my gosh,” Stella breathed. “It’s like steel in there. Is there a bone or something inside?”

“You said boner!” Eden snickered.

“I don’t know,” said Madlyn analytically. “It doesn’t start getting rigid at the base and then go up toward the tip like when you stick your arm in a sleeve. It grows like a balloon.”

“But it’s so strong! I feel like I could pick him up by it and carry him around.”

“Is that what it’s for?” Eden burst out laughing. “A man handle?” They all laughed.

When they settled down, Madlyn piped up.

“OK, I win. Go to it, girls!”

“Wait! Are you serious?” Eden asked.

“You promised!” Madlyn said.

“But I thought it was impossible!”

Madlyn snapped her fingers and pointed at my dick.

“What if it’s dirty?”

“It’s not dirty,” Stella said suddenly. “He took a shower just before bed. Didn’t you hear him? Come on.”

“OK,” Eden said.

“At the same time,” Madlyn reminded them.

Stella climbed on the bed and knelt on one side of me while Eden stood on the other side of me. They both bent down, opened their mouths, put out their tongues, and tentatively gave my rod a lick.

“Nuh-uh,” said Madlyn. “The whole thing, from bottom to top.”

I could feel the heat of their faces on my swollen member, I could feel their breath. And I realized that Stella was breathing heavily. I snuck a peek and saw that her cheeks were flushed.

Then I felt two warm, wet tongues touch the bottom of my shaft. They slid slowly up until they reached the head.

“Hey, Stella,” said Madlyn suddenly. “Your shorts are all wet. Did you laugh too hard or something?”

“What? No!”

“Look!”

“I swear I didn’t pee my panties!” Stella protested. “Hey, wait a second, yours are wet too!”

“So are Eden’s,” Madlyn retorted.

“What!” Eden squeaked. “How did we all wet our panties at the same time?”

There was a pause. Then Madlyn laughed. “Who cares! Shower time!”

The mood was broken, and the girls started giggling like nothing had happened during the last twenty minutes.

Madlyn and Eden trotted to the bathroom as Stella clambered over me. I heard Madlyn and Eden’s voices echoing off the tiles, and suddenly Stella stopped. She was sitting astride me, her crotch pressed against my raging hard-on. And yes, my friends, she was warm and wet, just like Madlyn had said. She sat there for a moment. I don’t know what she was doing. Picking her nose? Feeling my pulsing manhood against her vaginal lips? Contemplating my manly chest? Suddenly I felt more pressure on my cock. The pressure moved back and forth, back and forth. She began panting. I suddenly realized that my Stella was grinding herself on my dick.

“Oh, Daddy,” she groaned.

“Come on, slow poke,” came Eden’s voice.

“OK!” Stella loud-whispered back.

I peeked through a slitted eye and saw her, still sitting on my crotch, cross her arms and slowly peel her shirt off, revealing her succulent young breasts. They were so curvaceous, so firm, so white. There was a split second when her arms were upraised, her shirt just revealing her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her breasts on full display. So vulnerable, so innocent, so unintentionally erotic. That image burned itself into my mind. The perfect portrait of this tiny goddess.

Then she surprised the heck out of me by bending down and pressing those tits right into me. As she lay there, I could feel her heart beating a mile a minute; I could feel the rise and fall of her chest; and I could feel the head of my cock pressed hard into the thin layer of satin covering the opening of her vagina, which was so, so warm.

Then she leapt off me and ran into the bathroom. I could hear the sound of the shower and the girls squealing and giggling.

“Are they really taking a shower together?” I thought. And my mind imagined those three perfect girls frolicking together: soaping themselves up, slapping each other’s bottoms, pressing their bodies together in that small space. Madlyn’s tan, breastless form, so aerodynamic, so confident of itself. Eden’s loose-limbed body with its pert little tits, perfect for taking between your thumb and forefinger. Stella displaying all the curvy parts of a woman on her young body.

Then I remembered that these girls probably saw each other naked all the time when they were changing costumes during competitions and performances. This was nothing new to them. It was just life.

I thought fast. Was there anything I wanted to do before they came back? Would they just dry off and head back to bed? Or would they stick around? Could I capture any glimpse of their beauty before they disappeared? Could I get a small memento of this amazing night?

I was always adopting the latest technology, and I had a camera eve gelen escort that looked like a normal still camera, but that also took video. They’d never suspect it. I scrambled to my bag and pulled the camera out. I turned it on, started the video, and placed it on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Should I point it at the bathroom door, or should I point it toward me, where they had been standing all this time? It was a tough choice. If I pointed it at the bathroom door, I’d be sure to catch a few seconds worth watching. But if they started in on me again, I’d miss all that action. Imagine having that last half hour on video! I decided to take a gamble and point it at me. This was Las Vegas, after all. Then I laid down again in the same position I was before.

A minute or two later, the girls came tumbling out of the bathroom. Since I had my eyes closed, I had no idea what they were wearing. Were they back in their pajamas? Were they wrapped in towels? Or were they naked? I waited breathlessly to see what they would do. Well, not breathlessly: I waited breathing slowly like a man in a drug-induced slumber, waiting to see what they would do.

“Oh my gosh, we were supposed to go over that one part for the trio, remember?” said Eden.

“Oh yeah!” said Stella. “The ending.”

They had been working hard on the trio earlier that day. It was one of those modern dance things, and they were hoping they could win first place at this national competition. I thought it looked perfect, but I had heard their coach talking to them after the rehearsal.

“Your technique is great!” she said. “But this last part is all about your presence. Your feet are planted and the movement is all taking place in your upper body and arms. So you have to gather everything there, your feelings, your intensity, your electricity. It’s all interior. But it vibrates there, it builds up, and when you go into that final crouch and look up, it explodes. The judges will see it in your subtlest muscle movements, in the flush of your skin, in the power of your gaze. If you don’t have that, it will just be a pretty dance.”

“Well, we’re all warmed up,” giggled Madlyn. “Let’s just do it now. There’s plenty of room over there.”

I heard them shuffle over the carpet until they came to my side of the bed, the smell of their soapy bodies filled my head and chest.

“Look,” said Eden. “He’s not as… big as he was.”

“It probably hurts if it stays that way too long,” Madlyn mused.

“OK, guys,” said Stella. “Let’s get going.”

“Do we want to do it like THIS?” asked Eden.

There was a small silence.

“We’ve never tried it this way before,” said Stella. “Maybe it will help us get to the place Coach wants us to be.”

“OK, then,” Stella continued. “Five, six, seven, eight.”

I heard the syncopated movement of bodies. I felt little breezes brush over me. I heard the girls’ breathing. What were they wearing? My mind was going crazy. I wanted so much to look at them, but I’d have to crane my eyes way to the side, and that might give me away. And, like I said, I didn’t want to embarrass them or ruin this dance for the competition. Besides, all of this was being stored in my camera. I’d know soon enough.

Suddenly there was an indentation in the bed, first on my left, and then on my right, rolling me slightly from side to side.

“What are you doing?” Eden whispered.

“Dancing!” came Madlyn’s voice.

“Why there?” The mattress top swayed and shifted.

“It feels right.”

I had no idea what was going on, so I finally decided to take a peek.

If I hadn’t been “asleep,” my jaw would have dropped open.

Madlyn was standing over me naked as the day she was born. Her thighs were taut and tan. Just a little higher up, I saw her pussy. And a little higher, the uninterrupted curve of her chest. And a little higher up, her face–which was deep into the dance. She had become a goddess, her spirit and body united in movement, exuding eroticism and artistry. Her movements were choreographed, but she performed them as if they emerged from her deepest self.

I couldn’t help it, my body and soul reacted to her. The fact that my cock jumped to its full glory in a matter of seconds was only an outward manifestation of the blooming of every aspect of my being as I watched this young perfection dance over me entirely nude.

I was certain that I had just given myself away with my sudden erection–it all but made a *boing* sound. But suddenly, Madlyn collapsed into a deep crouch, her legs spread wide, and her pure vaginal lips pressed onto my rigid cock. She was so, so wet.

I heard Madlyn exhale deeply. And then both her hands were on my chest. She pressed her pussy harder against me and began to move it up and down my shaft, stimulating her clitoris. Her breath came in rhythm with her movements. She moved faster and faster, panting furiously, thoroughly wetting my entire crotch with her pussy juice. Her fingers clamped into my chest, and I watched through the slit in my eyelids as her eyes got wider and wider until suddenly she stopped and pressed herself down as hard as she could. She arched her back and made the most ravenous noise I had ever heard. I wouldn’t have been surprised if her teeth had suddenly grown pointed. It was a culmination of her dance training, her groomed muscles, and all her pleasure into one gorgeous final pose–like a hieroglyph made flesh.