Story: Sheila's Slumber Party   
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
                       Chapter 1: The Father's Story   
      
         I have two daughters, Sheila age seven, and Lisa age five, both blond   
   and blue-eyed.	Sheila's birthday was last month; Lisa's is next month.   
   Lisa wants to have a slumber party on her birthday like Sheila did, only not   
   invite the two boys who came last time.   
      
         Sheila hadn't wanted to invite the boys to her birthday slumber party,   
   either.  "They're bullies!" she told me, "They're naughty to all the girls   
   on the playground when the teachers aren't looking."  But I had insisted on   
   inviting them, along with the five other girls Sheila invited.   
      
         The day of the party came, and at five o'clock I had my girls come   
   inside and take off their play clothes for a bath.  (This was always one of   
   my favorite "duties" as a father, once their mother had died.  She had done   
   the unpleasant tasks when they were babies, but when Lisa turned three I   
   decided I didn't need or want a bitch in my way any longer.  The tasks were   
   no longer unpleasant; they were quite enjoyable if a person had the right   
   attitude.)   
      
         I pulled off Sheila's dress, then helped Lisa with her halter and her   
   skirt as I watched Sheila slide off her socks and panties.  Then I held   
   Lisa's arms over her head playfully, and she giggled and struggled slightly   
   as Sheila stripped her of her panties and socks.  I carried Lisa to the tub   
   and set her in it, carrying her face down with one hand supporting her chest   
   and the other between her legs.  I lifted Sheila in a cradle, kissed her   
   lightly on the cheek, then long and warmly on her lips.  She hugged me and   
   kissed me back.  I lowered her into the tub, caressing her legs, hips, and   
   back as I released her.   
      
         I made sure they were washed, first soaping every part of their bodies   
   as they stood on their knees, then rinsing off all the soap with my hand.   
   When they were ready to be dried, I lifted them out of the tub and they   
   stood on the bathmat as I skimmed the water from their creamy smooth skin.   
   I slid my hands down Sheila's back, and water ran in rivulets over her   
   bottom and down her legs.  I skimmed her arms the same way, and water   
   dripped off her fingers onto the floor.  She turned her chest to me, her   
   tiny breasts like little pink stars in a creamy pink galaxy, and let me   
   caress her from her neck to her pussy as a puddle formed around her feet.   
   Then I held her and hugged her, as I always did at this point, and gave her   
   another long kiss.  I gently dried her bottom the same way, and finished by   
   wiping her legs from her pussy to her ankles.   
      
         Sheila took a dry washcloth and stood aside to finish drying   
   herself as   
   I lovingly performed the same ritual on Lisa's soft warm body.  I loved each   
   of them dearly, adoring each difference, cherishing each similarity.  When I   
   finished with Lisa she took the washcloth from Sheila, and I took Sheila in   
   my embrace, a full-body hug and caress.  We kissed passionately, unashamed   
   of our nakedness, as Lisa watched, eagerly awaiting her turn.  Lisa and I   
   kissed just as passionately, but differently.  As each girl was different in   
   form, so each was different in action.   
      
         Then it was time to put on the clothes.  I always regretted having to   
   hide such beauty from the world, but the world forced me to, so I consoled   
   myself that the world got what it deserved.  Even though they went freely   
   naked in my sight without any shame whatsoever, the girls had already been   
   taught shame from their so-called friends, and wouldn't tolerate even their   
   panties showing in public if they noticed (which they frequently did not).   
   Although they wouldn't go naked willingly tonight, I had selected clothes   
   to try to express their inexpressible childish femininity.  I tied long pink   
   ribbons into Lisa's hair, and longer ones into Sheila's, making bows with   
   seven loops.  They sat down on the carpet and leaned back, while I put short   
   white socks on each of four feet, holding them high and wide, gazing long   
   and longingly at the pretty pink tulips spreading before me.  Shoes of shiny   
   white followed when all four socks were in place, and I took my time with   
   the buckles, which I only glanced at occasionally anyway.  Then I held a   
   pair of sheer lacy white panties for each girl, as she held my shoulders and   
   stepped into them and let me pull them slowly up, hiding each pussy like   
   snow hides a flower.  There was only a very thin layer of snow this time,   
   by my choice.  I helped each girl into a matching frilly snow-white dress,   
   first Lisa then Sheila, and at last they were ready for the party.   
      
         During the party, I remember going downstairs to get some ice cream,   
   but I don't remember coming back upstairs.   
      
      
                          Chapter 2: Lisa's Story   
      
         During Sheila's birthday slumber party, the two boys chased me into my   
   bedroom, then tied me up to my bed using the ribbons from my hair.  They   
   tied   
   my wrists together to the bedpost, then they pulled my party dress up and   
   over my head and wrapped it around my wrists and the bedpost.  Then they   
   lifted my feet and took off my new shoes and my frilly white socks, and   
   finally they pulled my panties down to my ankles, then off of me so I was   
   totally naked.  I stood there crying, standing naked by my bed as each of   
   the children at the party took turns secretly coming into my room and   
   looking at me and feeling me all over.   
      
         Then the boys came back, lifted me over the railing onto my bed and   
   tied me up, face up with my legs spread wide, ankles tied to the foot of the   
   bed.  The boys undressed and took turns raping me as the rest of the girls   
   secretly took turns coming in to watch me get raped, and to laugh at me.   
   Even Sheila came in and laughed at me for laying there stark naked in front   
   of the boys, and letting them fuck me.   
      
         They left me tied up there, alone.  I heard them laughing at the party   
   for awhile, then I heard Sheila screaming while everyone else laughed.  She   
   started screaming real loud, then she stopped.  A little while later Daddy   
   came into my bedroom and saw me tied naked on my bed.  I thought he would   
   untie me, until the rest of the children followed him in.  They gathered   
   around the bed and watched as he lay down on top of me and raped me.  I   
   screamed and cried and begged him to stop, and they all cheered him on.   
      
      
                          Chapter 3: Sheila's Story   
      
         When Daddy went to the basement to get the ice cream from the freezer,   
   everyone grabbed me.  They pinned my arms behind me and told me it was   
   time for my birthday spanking.  The boys stood in front of me naked, in   
   anticipation, as the other girls at the party held me.  I struggled as they   
   pulled my party dress up, and pulled it over my head and down off my arms.   
      
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