The BBQ is cumming to an end.

My timid new girlfriend: Ch. 11

Warning

+++ The “My timid new girlfriend” series is meant to be way over the top and extremely overexaggerated, and the main character (the boyfriend/father) is meant to be absolutely dumb and blind to what is going on around him. The series is meant to be funny, light reading.

Of course, parts are erotic but for sure not for everyone.

Please be aware that in the different chapters there might be ingredients such as "creampie," "cheating," "femdom," "humiliation," "ridiculing," "contempt," "bareback," "unprotected sex," "BBC," "being auctioned," "gangbang," "reluctancy," "Trans," and so on.

At the end, I have decided to publish the stories as "fetish."

Please join me in this silly saga, and I hope you enjoy the little jokes! +++

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The BBQ is cumming to an end.

As I was finishing in the kitchen, carefully taking out from the oven the last twelve freshly baked brownies, and having filled a third thermos with coffee, I was good to go to join the BBQ again and mingle with our guests. I thought that my timing couldn’t have been better. I didn’t hear any more grunting noises coming from outside, so everybody must be satisfied, probably overindulging on what had been enthusiastically offered to our male guests by both my girlfriend and my daughter.

As I walked out, I saw my girlfriend standing near the pool and chatting with two guys, nodding her head, as she looked at her watch. I heard her say, “Give me fifteen minutes; I need to recover.” No wonder, I thought. The girls had insisted on giving every male two rounds through the house, showing them every tight little open space in the house. Personally, I thought giving one tour only, to show how we live, would have been enough, but I guess the girls decided otherwise.

I hadn’t caught much of the fun of our grill party since I was constantly very busy with a lot of things, trying to be a good host. Either I was making desserts and coffee, like just now, or grilling. Or keeping the beers cold, heating up the hot tub, and cleaning up the used paper plates and cutlery—all that almost made me a bit stressed. Thank God I have a great girlfriend, because right as I needed it the most, I heard her talking to me, her voice coming from behind.

“We can work the meat.” April said, “You just go inside, put at least fifty or sixty new beers in the cellar fridge to get them cold, and start preparing those famous hot dogs of yours; we will need them later.”

“Thanks for helping April; I really appreciate that. I replied.

“No worries, your daughter and I know how to handle big sausages.”

“She sure does!” Pete shouted, grinning, as he walked towards us.

“Hey Pete,” April said, “I haven’t heard you for a while. Did you forget me?” as she gave him a pouting look.

“You will hear me soon, April, loud and very close to you.”

“Looking forward to it, Pete!” April replied, “Perhaps I can give you a tour in the house; after all, you didn’t get one.”

"I'd love to, but give me half an hour so I can recover.”

“Did my hospitality wear you out, big boy?” April teased him.

“Almost, April, almost. But I do have some supplies left.”

“Good to know, Pete. You can share with me later.” April smiled, my girlfriend placing her small hand on his waist, and caressing his flat, muscular stomach.

“Honey,” April turned, looking at me as she kept caressing Pete, "could you also make forty exotic meat skewers?”

“Eh, yes, sure. What do you mean by exotic?

“Well, you know, special ones, so everybody will remember for months what an amazing BBQ you gave them. You will be God for your colleagues!”

I felt good about the prospect! “What kind of skewers?” I asked, as April started rubbing Pete's leg up and down.

“Perhaps some skewers with marinated chicken thighs, garlic, and parmesan, and then, of course, also skewers with ribeye steak tips and bell peppers or pork belly with gochujang?”

“OK, eh, yes. It will take time though.” I replied, a bit worried.

“No worries, take all the time you need; Lika and I will handle these big boys, won't we, Pete?”

"Yeah, April knows very well how to keep me satisfied, and Lika for sure drains all the energy from Mitchell. He is very happy with her actions.”

April smiled and gave him a wanton look as her hand moved onto Pete's butt and grabbed him there.

“Oh,” April added, talking to me again, “and for Lika and me, please make some skewers with veggies like zucchini and red onion or fruits like pineapple combined with shrimp and lamb.”

She then whispered in a conspiratorial way in my ear, “Just keep them hidden for our guests, babe. That will be our little secret.”

I smiled, feeling proud of having my first secret with my girlfriend.

“What will you entertain them with?”

“I always like experiencing firsthand what your colleagues like to do and how they do it. Those insights are very valuable to me. It also helps me get a much deeper bond with them.”

“I see, nice! ” I answered, admiring my girlfriend.

I was about to go to do the massive number of chores when April asked me with frowning, “Did you perhaps wash Pete's jeans by accident in the high-temperature washing program?”

“Why do you ask?” I wondered.

“His jeans feel so tight," as my girlfriend moved her hand from his butt back to the front of his thigh, her hand caressing the fabric very close to his bulge. Her hand looked small compared to his bulge.

“Really?” I asked.

“See for yourself.” And April grabbed my wrist, placing my hand square on Pete's bulge.

I quickly pulled my hand away, a bit surprised. April was simply naïve, not knowing any boundaries. Even if Pete were a friend of the house, this might be offensive to him.

“I am sorry, Pete!” I stuttered.

“No, it's fine, go ahead," Pete replied.

I stood there not knowing what to do.

The situation reminded me of the beauty salon, and as I lay almost horizontally in that chair, Vivienne was standing with her crotch real close to my face. As she was busy with my shoulders, she kept moving back and forth. At a certain moment, Vivienne was so busy that she pushed her bulge against my lips. I didn’t want to say anything, so I kept quiet. She didn’t notice it either but kept rocking her (his?) bulge back and forth against my mouth. I still kept quiet, but to my disbelief, it grew even bigger!

“You like it so far?” Vivienne asked me, focused on removing the last shoulder hairs.

I was about to answer as I saw his (her?) cock become fully erect inside his pants, extremely stretching the fabric, so I was afraid it might tear and release that big cock, flapping it against my mouth. To make things worse, she kept rocking back and forth, her cock thrusting against my closed lips. For a very small second, I had the urge to open my mouth wide and wait for him to thrust the large red knob deep inside my longing mouth, all the way against the back of my throat.

“Babe, just touch it; we are among friends.” April said, cutting my circle of thoughts.

“You sure?” I asked.

My girlfriend took the initiative, grabbing my wrist, placing my flat hand full on Pete's package.

“See? April asked, "No harm done.”

I kept silent. And surprised. I didn’t have a penis that size. He must be wearing thick underwear, I thought.

“Can you feel it?” April snickered. “Caress the fabric and tell me at what temperature it was washed.”

I dutifully rubbed a little bit, just as April told me to. She could have mean bursts of anger when I didn’t comply.

“Not like that. Here, look, like this.” April said and placed her flat hand next to mine, with the fingers pointing downwards. She slowly caressed the bulging fabric up and down, standing really close to Pete. I could swear Pete's swelling got bigger inside his pants.

“Now you do it.”

“No, I think you are right; they need to be washed again.” As I tried to remove my hand.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“No.”

“Keep rubbing," April commanded.

I did, as an obedient boyfriend.

“All the way up and down, and slowly.” April added

I did.

“Can you feel it better now?”

I nodded.

“Does it get bigger when you stroke it?”

I nodded again, ashamed, looking at the ground.

“Let me check.” And April caressed him again.

“Mmmmhhh, Pete,” April purred at him as she was standing next to me, “I think you are ready. Your half hour is up, big boy.”

April looked at me and told me to go do those tasks she gave me. I had mixed feelings about letting Pete's bulge go, but you do not mess with April. I quickly walked towards the house, planning to start in the cellar with the filling of the fridge.

As I walked into the house, I gave a quick glance over my shoulder at Pete and April. My girlfriend was about to fix the damages I had done to the fabric because she had knelt in front of Pete and was unzipping his pants. I felt guilty having to put her through this, but Pete was OK with it, understanding, since he was holding her head with both hands.

After doing all the cellar tasks, I went up to the kitchen and started working on preparing those skewers. It was very hot in there, even if the window was open. I would sometimes have a glance at the party, but everybody seemed content. Most of them were chilling with a beer nearby. I didn’t see my girlfriend or Pete, but from where I was standing, I couldn’t see the grill. It was a hot day, and the kitchen was even hotter, due to the poor ventilation, even with the window wide open. Sweat drops were dripping down from my forehead, and I decided to get rid of the apron and my T-shirt. This gave me a chance to have a look at the print on my T-shirt, because I could never read it in the mirror. Right away, I saw the printing mistake. It didn’t say CERTIFIED COOK; it said CERTIFIED CUCK. How could the print shop make such a mistake? But I didn’t want to make a fuss about it; it was a well-meant gift, and I would keep it.

As I put the T-shirt aside, my 18-year-old daughter Lika stormed in, being chased by Mitchell. She ran around the kitchen island, giggling.

“Can’t have this!” She shouted, laughing, as she kept running.

“Oh yes, I will!” Mitchel shouted, laughing, trying to catch her.

“What will you do to me if you catch me, old man?” Lika teased, as she kept running in front of him around the kitchen island.

“Oh, you will know it right away, babe.” Mitchell replied.

“Hi, Dad!" Lika shouted as she saw me standing there, watching them. “I want to get topless too, Dad!" and Lika started to pull on her party dress. By doing so, she stopped running, and Mitchel ran into her from behind.

“Who might that be?” Lika teased, “Let me cop a feel!” and one of her hands went behind her back.

“The big bad wolf," Mitchell replied.

I could see that Lika liked their little cosplay, and she answered, “Big and bad it is!” her hand moving behind her, up and down.

“Can you help me with my dress, bad Wolfie? My daughter asked him, "It is so hot in here!”

“Sure!” and Mitchel started undoing one of the two shoulder strap knots. The second knot was even undone faster, her dress falling down, hanging on her hips.

“Much better, Wolfie!” Lika said.

“You still hot? “Mitchell asked.

“Don’t know, why don’t you check?” Lika tempted him with her young, innocent behavior.

Michell did not wait a single second in helping my young daughter, and as she was standing with her back against him, his big hands came up from behind her, grabbing both her titties in her open-cup bra. Lika kept looking me straight in the eyes as her young mouth formed a silent "Oh!"

“Oh! Your hands are even warmer, Wolfie!” Lika sighed again, "You are making me hotter!"

“Let me get rid of your bra, honey; leather is known to retain heat, and your breasts need some cool air.” Mitchell said, as a matter of fact.

Was he really going to remove her bra? Does he know how to do that at all? I wondered. Well, if he can't manage, I am right here, standing next to them, and I would coach him how to. That's what dads are for, right?

I didn’t have to wait long because he started right away unhooking the bra hooks on her back. On the other side, Mitchell always took care of the well-being of my daughter. He even was so kind to let her sit on his lap during the game.

“Not from the back, Wolfie. Lika coached him. That's too easy. I'd rather have you opening the two straps first, at the front.”

"OK," Mitchell answered, laughing.

“But with your eyes closed, Wolfie.” Lika playfully added.

Mitchell laughed again, but he was game, closing his eyes. His hands went to the front, and he started searching for the first buckle, his hands roaming over Lika’s scantily covered breasts. He had some troubles finding it, I guess, because he kept massaging my daughters’ young breasts.

“Oooh Wolfie,” Lika moaned, “Just above my little nipples you will find the straps' buckles, honey.”

Mitchell did some more kneading and sometimes lifting her young, perky breasts, but he didn’t really find the buckles.

I got impatient from observing an adult man who was not able to help my little, waiting daughter and not opening her bra. She even helped him by saying, “Find my little nipples and you will find the buckles.”

I heard Mitchell utter some kind of grunt as he grabbed both her breasts with his big hands and pulled her hard against him. Lika let out a little moan as she felt his hard cock against her ass.

“Is Wolfie happy to see me?” Lika playfully asked.

Mitchell let out another grunt, his big paws all over my daughter's breasts as he pushed against Lika's butt. Perhaps he was a bit **** in not solving the little buckle riddle? Poor Mitchell, he was trying so hard!

I couldn’t wait any longer and stepped in, like the true man of the house I was. “Let me help Mitchel," I said. I grabbed Mitchells hands and placed them exactly on my young daughters’ erect nipples. Then I grabbed both his index fingers and placed them exactly on her nipples, under the leather straps.

“You feel her nipples, Mitchel?” I asked, a bit edgy.

“Not really.” He answered me honestly.

“Here.” I said, really annoyed by his clumsiness, taking hold from his left hand with his thumb and index finger, wrapping them around that waiting nipple of my daughter. Next was his right hand, and again I placed both thumb and index exactly on that little pink jewel. “You feel it now?”

“I am not sure," Mitchell helplessly said.

Poor guy, I thought. No experience with the female anatomy.

I need to stay calm as a mentor and have patience, I thought. Encourage and never penalize. Any good coach would confirm this. Effective coaching involves directing individuals with the tools they have toward that soft spot they are after, having them unlock their big potential while you are pretending to be absent. Let them try for themselves. And let them repeat as much as needed to get to that point where everybody is satisfied.

Key techniques include long practice sessions and listening to the efforts they make, just out of sight. Analyzing the progress they make by the noises you hear; giving plenty of time to try new things; asking questions, such as if they are happy with the results; and building authentic, deep-trusting relationships to facilitate mutual discovery and growth, better known among experienced coaches as reproduction or multiplication.

“Just convince yourself, Mitchel. Why don’t you roll the nipple with your fingers? If it gets harder, you will know with your eyes closed where you can find the buckle.”

As mentored, he really tried his utmost best; I have to admit that. He did roll both her nipples in between his fingers, but he was not able to find the metal buckles. Lika was suffering too; it simply took too long. She arched her back and pushed her butt against his crotch, constantly moaning.

“I don’t feel them getting any harder,” he confessed. I am sorry.”

"It's OK,” I reassured, “you are doing fine.”

“What else can I do?”

“Let me think,” I replied, eager to help the poor guy. “I have an idea!” I proudly announced. I was determined to help them, and I had the best solution.

“Behind you, the countertop of the kitchen island has two different heights. I want you to keep holding my daughter like that, with your eyes closed, and Lika, you guide him slowly to the countertop with the lowest height.

Lika looked to her right and understood what I meant. Step by step she steered him until she bumped against the kitchen island. Mitchell automatically bumped against her ass, and Lika let out a little surprised cry.

“Good,” I praised them. "Well done! As you can see, Lika, the countertop allows you to bend forward and lay your upper body on it. It has more or less your pelvis height."

Lika tried and nodded yes.

“Very good Lika. What you have to do now is lift your upper body a little bit, so your breasts hang free.”

Lika did, and it went exactly as I hoped it would; her breasts were no longer applying pressure against the bra because it was now hanging beneath her, and this had created a little bit of space between the breasts and the leather straps.

“Are your hands still on the nipples, Mitchell?” I asked just like a strict teacher would ask.

“Yes.”

“Good, let me explain why this position is so important for the both of you.”

“Mitchell, you now have enough room to completely move your hands over my daughters’ breasts.”

“Are you both with me?” I asked in a stern tone.

They both said "yes" at the same time.

“OK, listen carefully. Mitchell, the first step is to check if her breasts are hanging without any support. Keep your hands loosely on her young breasts and give her butt little thrusts with your pelvis.”

Mitchell started shoving her ass again, and Lika was so concentrated on following my guidance that she could only let out little cries whenever he pushed against her.

“OK. Very good. Mitchell, did you notice her breasts rocking a little bit in your hands, back and forth, with each thrust?”

“Hard to say; they are so young and firm.”

“Yes, that’s true. OK, go ahead and try some more. This step is important before we do the next step.”

Mitchell started thrusting my daughter with harder shoves, her own pelvis bumping against the kitchen island with each shove.

“Are they rocking, Mitchell?”

“I think so, just a little bit, you know. They are firm, lifted, and angled upward, and I feel almost no drooping. Besides that, I think they are very full, but in an even way"

“Good. Now comes step two, Mitchel. Stay in that position and move your hands all over her breasts until you find her nipples.”

Mitchell did as I told him to, and started rubbing my daughters’ hanging breasts all over, just as I wanted him to.

“Did you find more or less in the middle the nipples by yourself?” I asked.

“Yes, here they are!” Mitchell said proudly, making my daughter moan again as he played with them, still thrusting his pelvis in a steady rhythm against her butt.

“Excellent!” I praised him, "Well done! Keep your eyes closed now, Mitchell.”

“Yes, I will.”

“Lika, you can open your eyes if you want.”

My daughter could only moan an answer, so I let her be.

“Now Mitchell, keep your left hand on her left nipple, and put your right hand on top of it, but from the outside.

He did.

“Found it!” Michell shouted proudly as he kept thrusting against my daughter. He was able to undo the buckle, and now only one strap was left to remove her leather bra. He applied the same technique as I told him and had no troubles opening the second buckle. As soon as he did, the bra hung in front of Lika’s softly bouncing breasts. As he opened the three bra hooks on Lika’s back, the bra dropped on the countertop, finally freeing her lovely breasts.

“Good job, the both of you. Mitchell, you can now open your eyes; you both passed the test with flying colors!"

I decided to move on with the next steps because both had a slightly shiny, sweaty face. I didn’t know who to help first, so I started with Mitchell.

“Mitchell, take off your T-shirt; it is simply too warm here.”

As soon as he was done, I instructed him to pull Lika’s party dress down to her waist, because she had the same rights as us men to the amount of toplessness she would show. My daughter was now bent over the countertop, only covering her hips with the remains of her party dress, and of course she was wearing her high heels.

But Mitchell still had his pants on. This was not fair!

“Mitchel, just take your pants off; this is not fair to you. I am wearing shorts, and you have those warm jeans on.”

Mitchell did and took his position behind Lika again; his now even bigger bulge was held by only his jockstraps, pushing against Lika's young butt, Mitchell clearly not wanting to miss any valuable teachings of mine.

Just as I was about to praise them both, I heard my girlfriend April call me for more beers.

“Coming!” and I hurriedly left the kitchen, leaving Lika in the good hands of Mitchell.

I could still hear my daughter say, "Just move it to the side, honey."

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I made three rounds bringing lots of beers outside, either storing them in the fridge outside or directly handing them over to the handful of men April was entertaining in front of the pool. They were in a semi-half circle around her, carefully watching her. She was trying to tell them something funny, at the same time sitting on the lap of one of the guys. We didn't have so many chairs, so April was so kind to sacrifice herself and let somebody else have her chair.

She tried her best in finishing the little story, but it looked as if she was uncomfortable sitting like that, because she kept moving her pelvis in a steady grinding to avoid muscle cramps. It was still a bit painful, because I saw her frown and I heard her cry softly sometimes. Well, I thought, being a good receptive hostess is not always easy, but she would handle it; I was sure of that.

Sweat was pouring from my face, so I stepped into the shaded area right under the kitchen window. I found a Coke Light, and I was proud of the way I was able to teach both Lika and Mitchell how to open a leather bra with buckles. I guess they decided to practice a little bit more, because I heard Lika coaching Mitchell.

So sweet, I thought. Teaching runs in the family! I decided to eavesdrop from where I was standing to see if they remembered my valuable lessons. It was not easy to hear what they were saying, but I could hear some things. I think they had been on it for a while now, and it sounded as if they were just about to finish off.

“Pinch my nipples!” Lika cried. “Oh yes, juuuust like thaaat! Oh!”

“That’s it. Right there!”

“Oh! Oh!”

“Ngngh! “Lika screamed at the same time as Mitchel let out a loud grunt.

I smiled, being proud. Lika was doing fine. And so was April. I had two great girls, truly knowing how to entertain all our guests.

To be continued.