They returned less than ten minutes later as I was on my second length of the pool, I can honestly say that I’ve never before been so instantly turned on in my whole life!
Two beautiful teenage girls and a beautiful thirty something woman dressed identically in sheer white togas and high heel shoes. Six erect nipples strained beneath their gossamer thin covering and three beautifully pouting pussy’s peeked out from under the sensuously shifting hemlines as they walked towards me.
“Well, will we do for sir?” came from Sadie, but I was too busy staring at the visions in front of me to answer immediately!
Katie and Sharon turned to each other and kissed hungrily, tongues searching, swapping saliva as they caressed each other.
“Stunning” I gasped as I reached the edge of the pool where Sadie stood looking down at me.
“Me or them?” she laughed and moved her feet apart to allow my eyes full access to the glistening pink innards of her vagina!
I scrambled out of the pool and she shrieked as I embraced her, crushing her lips under mine.
“You’re soaking” she mumbled but her hands found my erection and she yielded,
“Oh Paul, oh my god, you’re huge!”
“It’s staring up into that sweet little cunt of yours, that did it” I said as we sank down onto the grass next to our daughters.
“Make love to me Paul” she whispered and guided my erection into the warm, wet heat of her cunt.
I gave a low groan as she squeezed her vaginal muscles, gripping the welcoming hardness inside her. I pulled out almost all the way the drove back in, making her gasp as my cock found the farthest reaches of her cunt, her hands scrabbled in the grass, searching for something to grip, to hold onto as my thrusts drove her backwards. The girls pulled apart and took a hand each,
“Fuck her daddy, she’s loving it, go on daddy fill her cunt!”
“Oh Paul, yes fuck me darling, shag my fucking brains out!”
Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around my waist as I continued pounding into her body, she tore her hands away from the girls and used her long nails to rake my back She was like an animal, tearing at my skin, arching her hips up to meet my thrusts, she started to cum, her lips curled back almost into a snarl
A finger found her little anus and she screamed as it entered her, Katie and Sharon reached across her to finger each other as she bucked and heaved in the throes of her orgasm.
“I’m cumming Sadie” I felt myself stiffening and suddenly I erupted, sending spurt after spurt of my sperm splattering against the walls of her cunt.
We lay together for what seemed like ages, content to hold each other, it was Katie who broke the spell,
“Do you like our outfits daddy?”
Reaching out a hand, I stroked her naked thigh,
“Beautiful baby, all of you are absolutely beautiful”
“Anyone in the mood for a party?”
We all looked at Sharon,
“A party?”
“Yes, why not, we might all end up in prison or worse by this time tomorrow, so why not go for it tonight, anyway watching you two has made me horny” she placed her hand on top of mine and guided up to Katie’s soaking wet pussy.
My mobile bleeped at me just as my fingers entered my daughter’s hot little cunt and I think we both cursed together.
“Boss?”
“Hi Joe what’s up?”
“They’re moving mate, the other bookings were bull shit, they’re in the air now en route to Luton, landing in about ten minutes!”
“Shit” I exclaimed, “Do you think they know we’re watching them?”
That was a silly question and I regretted it, but all he said was,
“I’ll forget you asked that one boss”
I laughed at the hurt in his voice,
“Sorry buddy”
“Forget it, but the problem is, I’ve got four of the guys on other jobs and I can’t get hold of them, I need at least three more cars for the obbo (observation to the uninitiated!)
“Stand by” I said lapsing unthinkingly into the old army jargon,
I explained the situation to the girls and immediately they ran into the house to get dressed.
“Keys to our two are on the fridge in the kitchen Paul, pull them out it’ll save a minute or so” Sadie shouted as they all disappeared in a flurry of legs and sweet little buttocks jiggling to no avail!
“Right Joe, we’ve got three cars here but one of them’s mine and they’ll recognize it”
“Good, that’s what I want”
He took five minutes to outline the plan, which I couldn’t say I fancied but deep down I knew it was the only way to keep the mob off our backs!
“Ok, Joe, I got it”
“Just one thing boss, are you carrying?”
“No of course not are you?”
“Yeah, but you need a short at the very least” (army slang for any pistol)
I suddenly remembered the little “Sig 226” a 9mm pistol I kept in with the spare wheel just in case.
“S’ok Joe I’ve got the Sig, remember?”
He laughed as he remembered the player we took it off at a VCP in Larne, set up to pull one of our own in who’d been working black for over a year and needed to get out before he was blown.
“Fucking hell yes boss, I can still see his fucking face when you invited him for a chat at Castlereagh. Magic boss, fucking magic!”
The girls appeared in tee shirts and jeans and swore amiably at me for not getting their cars out, but within two minutes we were rolling towards London, a three car convoy, Sadie driving her Audi coupe, Sharon in her little Porsche and me in the slightly ridiculous 1959 Ford Consul 375 that was my pride and joy.
Old it may have been but it was a superb motor car and I loved the bloody thing to bits!
Next to me Katie fitted the phone into the hands free clip and put the ear piece into my ear then dialled Joe.
“Joe, it’s Katie”
She listened for a moment then giggled,
“Behave yourself you fool, but yes I love you Joe and I promise to consider having your babies as long as Tracy doesn’t mind, but in the meantime we’re rolling and Dad’s got his earpiece in so just talk whenever you’re ready”
Half an hour later we were all in position in three different streets around where they’d have to go to get the money from the bank, We were taking a massive gamble in assuming that they’d demand cash, rather than money orders or cheques, but it had to be cash, everything else would be traceable!
“Boss?”
“Yeah Joe”
“They’re in the bank”
“Ok, what did they arrive in?”
“Airport taxi, but they’ve paid him off”
“Great, couldn’t be better!”
One of my most trusted employees was a guy named Pete, who we called Zapata on account of his long drooping moustache, he’d been with us over the water and in the Falklands and he’d do anything for a laugh, in fact Pete only had two interests in his life, screwing and laughing. As his CO, I’d once been called to a police barracks in Ballynahinch in Northern Ireland, with the request to “Please come and get this fucking lunatic”
He’d been in a minor car accident and rather than show his army I.D. to any old woodentop, he’d allowed himself to be breath tested, to his immense chagrin it had proved positive and he’d been promptly arrested and quite right too!
On arrival at the station, he’d requested the use of a toilet, but was told he’d have to wait until he’d been processed. Pete being Pete found this totally unacceptable, whipped his pecker out and proceeded to piss all over the charge sheets and the custody Sergeant!
As far as this job was concerned though, the big plus was that Pete had bought (under the influence of course) an old London style, black cab!
“Boss?”
“Joe”
“They’re coming out, two big travelling bags boss, they’ve got it”
Then I heard Pete’s cheery voice faintly as he spoke to Joe on Joe’s other phone,
“Well hows about that then it looks like these two nice people need a taxi!”
-To be continued…-