The Graduation BBQ
mc; Mg; Mdom; oral; inc
Graduation snuck up on me. To be honest, when I was in school, being promoted from sixth to seventh grade was no big deal, just a different building to enter. But for my daughter and her classmates, every end-of-year rite was huge. Why, at this school, even kindergarteners came in limos for their ceremony.
Besides, Maya was a great student, high grades in everything and never a problem to be called to the office about. Any twelve year-old with her attitude would make a parent proud.
So she surprised me when she burst into my home office. "Daddy, can we ask you a big, big favor?"
Startled, I blanked my computer screen and nodded at her. "Depends what you want." For getting through fifth grade, she asked for a horse. She settled for a day at the amusement park. "And who was this 'we' that you are asking for?"
"You know, the gang."
I knew she spoke of the Single Six without asking. They had dominated almost every conversation we had for years. "So what do you want?" I envisioned another trip to the park with five more guests.
"Would you host a graduation party for us? Please."
"What kind of party?" I could see the dollars flowing away quickly.
"Well, we wondered if you would give us a barbecue."
That didn't sound so bad. We had the pool and grill just waiting for summer to arrive. "When?"
Maya rolled her eyes at me. "I graduate this Friday. Duh. Don't you pay attention to anything?"
I smiled at her outburst. "I mean, when do you want the party? That afternoon, or evening? Or maybe on the weekend?"
Her face brightened. "What about right after the ceremony? And then see where it goes from there."
"That would be fine, honey. I'd do anything for you and your friends. Anything else?"
She looked down at the ground and said, "Misty's mom is having a slumber party the night before. But we all want to go to the ceremony together. Can you take us?"
I nodded. "I'll clean out the work van and take it to the car wash. I can squeeze the bunch of you in." In reality, with the rear seat installed, the van held eight comfortably.
"You are the best daddy ever," she said while giving me a bear hug. "I'll go spread the word." With that, my little girl raced out of the room, closing the door behind her.
If she only knew. With the door closed, I reactivated the slideshow on my computer. As it popped up pictures of her and her friends in their swimsuits, I slipped my hand into my pants. If she only knew.
The Single Six formed purely by accident. At the open house during fourth grade, three of us fathers were admiring our daughters' artwork. One dad by the name of Ramon pointed to a sad painting of a sunset. In it, two figures, one taller than the other, watched a third walk away. "It's been hard on my little Ines since her mother left," he said with a tear in his eye.
"Divorce is never easy," said Ken. "My twins had their mother run off with her boss. Barbie and Francie both cried for days." He glanced at me. "How about you?"
"Not divorced. Instead, my little girl watched her mother succumb to cancer."
While we commiserated, a woman joined us. "Sorry for eavesdropping, but at least your girls knew their other parent. My asshole of a boyfriend ran away right after he found out I was expecting. I've played the roles of both parents for my Misty for a decade now."
We chuckled as we shook out heads. Not for her situation, of course. But any of us would have given our left nut just for one night with her. What a fool Midge's boyfriend had been.
So it began, all from that chance meeting. The four of us became friends, pushing our five daughters into a similar relationship. After a few bruised feelings and important life lessons, the five became besties, their own oasis amongst their classmates. As parents, we learned to care for the other girls as we did our own.
In their companionship, I watched Maya go from a shy wallflower to an assertive young lady. While I tried to tame her wild, curly red hair, Midge had her embrace it as her best feature. That was why females make the best mothers. My girl's sad pout turned into a radiant smile and her wardrobe went from grungy tomboy to brightly-colored preteen fashions. The skimpy shorts and tops Midge suggested made me realize just how sexy my little girl was.
The other girls had similar transformations. For instance, Ines lost the baby fat and sprouted long, slender legs. Misty lost her defeatist attitude when she began growing into her mother's comely appearance. Both turned heads around the schoolyard, not only of the classmates, but a few teachers. As for the twins, Barbie and Francie inherited their mother's beauty queen looks and poise. While their looks were naturally alluring, their personalities clashed with almost everyone. Their new friends tempered their tempers, and all five came out smelling like roses.
The five of them proved that preteens are the most beautiful creatures on the planet, if they want to be.
In fifth grade, the quintet rescued a new transfer and added Shadow to their posse. A little taller and perhaps a bit more mature physically, the girl adjusted to the new friendships she received. They became a sextet, with an emphasis on the first syllable. All of us single parents were soon reciting the old birds and bees spiel. I hadn’t broached the subject with my father until just before senior prom.
Joining us was Shadow's father, a man known to us only as Digger. He said little of his past or how he became a single father. We didn't press him on it, just accepting him into our clique. He was just one of us.
Friday came and I pulled out my white shirt and tie. I don't own a suit other than the black one reserved for funerals. This was a much less somber occasion. I didn't care what the others might think or wear. I was going to be at least somewhat comfortable.
At 8:30, I pulled the newly washed van up in front of Midge's house. Right on cue, the six girls marched out of the house dressed in their blue cap and gowns. I shook my head, but that was the official school board policy. As they climbed in, Midge hurried from the house, wearing an olive mini-dress. She plopped into the passenger seat and let out a big sigh. "I never thought we would make it. I tell you, Jeff. I would never become a make-up artist."
"They look beautiful, Midge. Now, let's get this over with."
I drove over to school, listening to a disk Midge put in my console. Unfamiliar as I was, I enjoyed the selections that had a hypnotic flavor in the music. Midge insisted it relaxed the girls. Who was I to complain? Personally, I thought it made me feel horny.
When we arrived at the school, I deposited the girls with the other similarly dressed classmates. Then Midge and I searched for our three fellow single fathers. We found them saving seats for us in the third row center of the auditorium.
For the next two hours, we sat through a miniature version of what we hoped happened at the end of high school and then hopefully college. We were pleasantly surprised when three of our girls received awards. Shadow took the Physical Fitness award, Ines the Spanish award, and Maya the Math award. I never saw Ramon or Digger beam so brightly. Ken and Midge clapped as hard as if their daughters were singled out. We were one big, extended family.
After the last certificate of completion was handed out, we headed outside to the fresh air. "Sorry I can't come for the barbecue," said Ken. "I have to go into work. But I'll be over as soon as I can."
"We understand," said Ramon. "We'll save a brew for you."
Midge went off with the other two to change into less formal clothes while I rounded up the girls. I found them handing out small boxes to their friends. After a few last goodbyes until the fall, we headed to the van.
"Don't forget to turn in your gowns," yelled Ms. Tutwiller who came running after us.
"Oh, yeah," said Ines. "Here you go."
She pulled the blue robe over her head, as did the others in succession as the teacher received the garments. I stood there, surrounded by a half dozen almost naked females who each wore only a white pair of panties. "Goodbye, Mrs. Tutwiller," each girl said as they climbed into the van.
Red-faced, I closed the door behind them, gave an embarrassed wave, and drove away as fast as I could. I didn't want to see the woman faint.
I drove as fast as I dared, yet in complete control. I did not want to be pulled over by the town cops. There was no way I could explain my passengers.
At my house, I pulled into garage and hit the overhead door opener before letting the girls out of the vehicle. I didn't want the nosy neighbors getting an eyeful of preteen flesh. As they stood there under the light of the single bare light bulb, I could only stare. There were six bare-chested beauties in front of me, doing nothing to protect their modesty.
Only Shadow had any true breast development, though hers would barely fill a double A cup. The others were simply delicious looking nipples, pink and puffy, on slightly raised mounds.
"What should we do now, Daddy?" asked my daughter, snapping me from my trance.
"Go get ready for swimming," I said. "But don't go into the pool until one of the parents can watch you."
"All right," they screamed as they followed Maya out of the garage.
I waited a ten count before heading into my bedroom. I kept hearing a little voice in my head to catch one or more of them. My parent instincts were fading.
I changed into a Hawaiian shirt and swimsuit. I thought about the sensible trunks, even picked them up, but my mind wanted a Speedo. I stuffed my engorged cock into my too small blue pair. Was I really going to wear this in front of company? Especially the girls. My brain said yes.
I grabbed the flip-flops and leaving the shirt unbuttoned, headed for the backyard. There I found the girls waiting. Sans bathing suits or even panties.
"What do you think, Daddy?" asked my daughter as all six posed with hands on hip and feet spread wide. Just like a league of triumphant super heroines. And I knew their shared superpower: preteen sex appeal.
I waved my fingers, urging them into the water. "Enjoy a swim." I wanted to add the phrase "before I ravish the lot of you." I wasn't ready for this, not before we ate. Or the girls turned eighteen.
I stayed at the edge of the pool, ogling them until Ramon spoke up. "I knocked, but no one answered. I can see why."
Shaking the cobwebs out of my head, I said, "Could you watch them? I have to fire up the grill."
"My pleasure. And I mean that from the bottom of my balls."
Over the next two hours, Midge and Digger arrived. She was in a tight white bikini, her tits almost popping out. He wore only a pair of swim trunks, his muscular chest putting mine t shame. His manhood tented the nylon fabric even before staring at our frolicking daughters.
Taking turns at the grill, we barbecued the meat and veggies, before drying off our mermaids. On some blankets Midge spread out, the girls sat criss-cross applesauce opposite us fathers. We then feasted on our delicious food. All the time, the bemused and now topless Midge played that same disk from our morning trip in the van.
After we cleaned up, we gathered back on the blanket. "It's too soon to go back into the pool," I said. "I guess we could pull out some games." I had Twister in mind. The memory of watching the girls tangled in a human knot would give my memory jerk off material for a long time.
"Is it time, Mama?" asked Misty.
"I would think so." Midge reached for the boombox, ejecting the disk and replacing it with another. Instead of music, this had a single deep male voice giving instructions.
"You are now under my command. Do not attempt to resist. You are powerless to do so."
I attempted to object, but found my voice gone.
"The subliminal messages you have been listening to have dulled your brains. Your body will only react to my commands. Men, remove any shirts and lie onto your back with your knees raised.
My Hawaiian shirt slipped off my shoulders and down my arms as if by magic. The next thing I knew, my head hit the blanket as my eyes saw only sky.
"Girls, remove their remaining garments."
I felt my Speedo slip over my ass and down my legs. I could feel the soft skin of someone touching my manhood, but could not see who it was. To my left, I could make out Barbie (or maybe it was Francie) servicing Ramon. Beyond them, Misty stood above Digger, looking down at him. She then disappeared behind his legs.
My focus changed, no longer caring about my friends. A wet tongue traversed the bottom of my cock, making my eyes close. When they opened, I saw a pink pussy hovering over my mouth. I needed no instruction as I began licking my new favorite after-barbecue dessert.
While I could have remained that way all day, the voice issued another command. "Girls, switch positions. Men, extend your legs."
Moving my head slightly, I caught a glimpse of my daughter as she lowered her virgin slit to my outstretched small head. The lips parted and slowly enveloped my hardened shaft. She took me in until there was no more to enter. I let her body become accustomed to the male invader. Then she said the three words I waited for. "Fuck me, Daddy."
Being on the bottom was never my strong suit. So I flipped her onto her back. With as much care as I could, I made love to my little girl, bringing her to her first orgasm with me. "Make a baby in me," she cried. "Make me a mommy." With that I released my little swimmers in search of her fertile target.
"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered as we cuddled. "I love you."
"I love you, Maya." Any remorse I had faded quickly with those words.
As we separated, I noticed three things. Ramon was letting Ines ride him, Digger was doing Shadow doggie-style, and I was still at full mast.
"I call next," said one of the twins. Francie (or maybe Barbie) mounted me before I could object. We fucked, perhaps not as lovingly as Maya and I had, but we both climaxed together.
Closing my eyes, I heard the other girls, gasping in ecstasy along with an occasional command.
Over the course of the afternoon, thanks to Midge spiking our drinks, I had every girl, as did my two compatriots. In his last gasp, Digger fucked the mother while she ate her daughter. Finally, we collapsed into a well-deserved slumber.
When I woke, I found myself having dozed off while spooning with Maya as she sucked on Shadow's left tit. I spied a naked Ken and Midge sitting on the chairs, enjoying a brew. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty," he said.
"I…I can explain." I pictured a shotgun pointed at me for ruining his daughters.
"No need," he said with a laugh. "In fact, I know even more than you do. I created the disks and came up with this plan. My girls remarked they didn't want to be virgins when they entered junior high. Too much pressure to lose their cherries. And I didn't want any pimply-face geek fathering my grandchild and then skipping out on us the first chance he had. Keep it in the family, I say. And we are as close to family as it gets."
"So you wanted us to…"
"Hell, yeah. I got a friend who developed this program to lower your moral compass. Now that you've tasted the forbidden fruit, you'll never want to hold back. I expect we'll see more encounters once the girls recover. After all they have had their slut gene activated." He stared at me. "Are you going to say you haven't wanted the opportunity for a long time?"
I shook my head. Dreaming about these girls had satisfied me for almost three years. "Aren't you afraid they'll stick out at school? I mean, when they start showing."
Ken and Midge both laughed. "Do you think these are the only copies of the disk? The girls gave copies to every female that graduated today. Teens being the way they are, I'd bet a least a quarter of the seventh grade will start the year studying for two. Maybe more. And with their sisters and cousins and best friends all with buns in the oven, no one will notice our six mothers-to-be."
I sat back and thought about everything. The little voice in my head reminded me after this afternoon, I would be sleeping with my beautiful daughter for years to come. And perhaps a bunch of her friends too.
I rubbed Maya's bare tummy. Best graduation present ever.
