After school I went home and told my Mom my plans for the evening.  She was very okay with it because she had plans of her own and I think it was a relief to her that I wouldn’t be spending the night at home by myself.  Sarah’s house was only about five blocks from mine so I started walking over there about six.  She said I could come anytime but I didn’t want to get there too early.  It was still light outside when I arrived there and Sarah opened the door immediately after I hit the doorbell with a big smile and a welcome hug.  Sarah was cute by any guys’ standards and I really felt good about her liking me.  She had brownish hair and beautiful brown eyes and just a perfect mouth that was so cute when she smiled.  She was slender and in my opinion was perfectly proportioned.  When she answered the door she had on a cute light blue blouse with jeans and white stockings.  I slipped off my Nike’s in the front entry way and followed her into the family room.

“Hi Kenny!” came the enthusiastic greeting from Rachel. 

“Hey Rachel,” I replied.  She was lying on the couch in the family room with the TV on but her eyes were on me and Sarah as we came into the room.  I couldn’t help but notice her slender brown legs as she had on white shorts and a pinkish t-shirt that didn’t cover her navel.  She set up as we came into the room.

“You ready for some fun tonight?” she asked with a grin that was so like her sister’s gorgeous smile.

“Sure I am.”

“Just mind your own business for now Rachel,” Sarah said. 

“Where’s Dad?” Sarah asked Rachel.

“I think he is in the kitchen making something to drink,” replied the younger girl.

As if on queue their Dad came into the family room carrying a pitcher of what looked like orange juice and four glasses.

“Hey Kenny,” he greeted.  “You ready for another boring night at the Nelson place?”

I laughed and said, “I never find it boring here.”

“That’s good,” he said.  “We’ll try to make sure tonight isn’t an exception.  I got a good drink mixed up for starters anyways.”

He placed the glasses on the coffee table and poured the juice into the four glasses.

“Drink up!” he said enthusiastically.

As we each took a glass to drink I noticed that Sarah was looking at me.  When she saw me look at her she smiled but it seemed there was nervousness in her smile.  We both raised our glasses to our lips and took a drink.  Then I realized why she was watching me so closely.  The drink had an orange juice flavor but there was something extra in it.  It went down smoothly but I instantly knew it was more than just an innocent drink for popcorn and movies.  I had tasted drinks with alcoholic beverages mixed in them a few times before and this definitely seemed to be that variety of drink.  Sarah was watching my reaction to my first taste.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s great,” I replied with whatever air of coolness I could muster out of a tingling throat.

Mr. Nelson laughed.  “We want this evening to be anything but boring Kenny.”

“Seems like we are off to a good start,” was my sly reply.

“We are going to play some fun games,” chimed in Rachel whose glass was nearly half empty already.

“I’m not sure Kenny is ready for the games you are talking about Rachel,” responded Sarah.

“I’ll play any games you guys want,” I said in between sips of the amazingly better with each swallow tasting drink.

“Don’t be too sure bout that,” whispered Sarah.

“Oh Sarah, don’t try to talk him out of it.  He said he was willing to play,” her Dad said.  “I really think he will enjoy what we got in mind.  Do you like card games Kenny?”

“Sure,” I answered.

“I’ll get the cards,” volunteered Rachel.  “We are going to play strip cards Kenny.”

Sarah blushed and her Dad laughed.  “I think she means our version of strip poker.  Are you up for that Kenny?”

My answer wasn’t immediate because my mind was trying to interpret what I had just heard and make some logical sense out of it.  But somewhere during of my state of confusion there came a, “Sure.”

With that Sarah leaned towards me and planted a kiss on my confused lips.  “It will be fun,” she said softly.

Rachel came back into the room with a deck of playing cards.  “Tell him the rules Dad.”

“It’s a pretty simple game.  We shuffle the cards and put them on the table.  Everyone takes one card.  The person with the low card has to take off a piece of clothing.  The last person with any clothes on wins the game.”  He said it as if they had played it before and from the way the girls responded to what he said it was obvious that they had.

My glass was nearly empty but I was thinking clearly enough to do some assessment of the situation.  I had on my shirt, jeans, two white socks, and my boxer underwear.  Good for only five losing cards.  From my observation Sarah had on two stockings, her jeans, her blouse, and in all probability a bra and panties.  Good for six losing cards.  Rachel was barefoot and had on shorts, t-shirt, and my best guess said she also had on a bra and panties.  She would be naked with four low cards.  Their Dad was in shorts and golf shirt and probably underwear and a t-shirt or something under his first shirt.  He was good for at most only four losing cards.

During my mental assessment Rachel had been trying to shuffle the deck and her Dad was refilling the four glasses.  Sarah continued to snuggle close and seemed genuinely excited by the whole situation.  I was excited at the prospect of the girls being the first losers but was also scared that I might be the first one without clothes.  Then the thought of their Dad being the first to lose also entered my mind.  It was hard to put an emotion on that thought.  Guessing his age in the mid to late 30’s he was a fit and handsome man.  He had burnt blond hair and his legs were tanned.  He seemed to be in great shape and from just looking at him one would assume that he stayed active with some type of physical exercise regiment.  His natural good looks were apparently passed on to his daughters with the help of Mrs. Nelson.  I had met her before and knew that she was very pretty.  She had very dark hair and brown skin.  Sarah had told me her Mom’s parents were from Brazil and they had visited there once.  In the two girls I saw the combination of the handsome dad and the gorgeous mom.

“Ok, everybody draw a card,” instructed the excited voice of Rachel.  She seemed the most eager to get the game started.

“And enjoy your drinks as well,” said her Dad as a full glass of the mixed drink was placed before each of us.

Rachel took the first card and then we went in clockwise order as we set around the coffee table.  Her Dad drew the second, me the third, and Sarah then reached forward and pulled the forth card from the top of the deck.

I looked at my card and probably didn’t disguise the fact too well that I was staring at a 4 of hearts. 

“Lay your cards on the table in the order that we drew them,” directed Mr. Nelson.

As Rachel laid down a 9 of diamonds my heart sank even further.  Her Dad quickly laid down a king of spades.  I reluctantly laid down my four.  Sarah immediately giggled and lay down a 7 of clubs.

Everyone but me clapped and laughed.

“Take something off,” said the over anxious Rachel.  I removed one of my white socks and threw it on the floor.  I smiled and hoped for better luck as the game continued.

To the best of my recollection the game proceeded in the following manner.  Rachel was the next to have to remove a piece of clothing.  She took off her pink flowery t-shirt.  As I had suspected underneath she had on a small white bra which was more than likely the bulk of her 11 year old bust.  But I was anxious to see her without the bra to determine what she really had there.  I lost the third round and thought it wasn’t going to be my day.  I took off my second sock. 

“You have kissable feet,” chided Sarah as I pulled off the second sock.

“Perhaps he has talented toes,” added her Dad with a laugh.  I could tell he was really enjoying this and also noticed his second glass was almost empty.

Then Sarah drew the low card and she removed her first stocking. 

“Now those are kissable toes,” I teased.

When Rachel ended up low card on the next round I was totally pleased and somewhat excited to see which piece of clothing she would remove next.  She half heartedly groaned but excitement was all over her face.  She pulled her white shorts down her slender dark legs and the white panties with flower designs on them shouted out a reminder that she was just a young girl.

“Good choice Rachel,” said her Dad. “Those are the cutest panties you have.”  Rachel blushed slightly and looked at me to make sure I was looking.  When our eyes met she smiled and I winked at her.

The next turn fell on Sarah again and I began to wonder if Mr. Nelson had the cards rigged.  She removed her second stocking.

“Now we are the same,” she joked and rubbed her bare foot on mine.

Finally their Dad ended up with the low card.  He laughed and said, “Thought I was just going to be a spectator.”  He took off his shirt and he had a white t-shirt on underneath that would allow him an extra turn.

Then to my absolute delight poor Rachel drew a two.  She groaned and giggled at the same time and the three of us cheered and laughed.  She undid her bra strap and pulled it off.  It had provided a lot of the bulk of her bust as it bulged against her t-shirt but under the bra were two simply gorgeous puffy nipples with breasts that were just beginning to bud.  Her nipples were brown and puffy and because of her excitement they were more erect than I thought they normally should be.

“They look very suckable don’t they Kenny?” her father stated in questioning form.

Now I was the one blushing.

“Give an honest answer,” Sarah said smilingly and gave me a soft punch in the arm.  “It’s ok, be honest.  I don’t mind.”

“I think they would be excellent to lick and suck,” I said.  Everyone laughed and Rachel smiled at me.

“I agree,” blurted out Sarah.  I laughed and gave her a soft punch in the arm.

“Oh, I see how it is,” I laughed.

“Well, maybe we will all get to see how suckable they are later in the game,” said their Dad.  My thoughts raced.  I kind of thought this was all going to lead to something but now I had a better idea as to where we were heading.

Unfortunately I was the next one to remove a piece of clothing.  My shirt was removed and I had no t-shirt underneath.  The girls giggled at that and Sarah brushed her soft fingers over my chest.

“Smooth, not hairy, just the way I like them,” she said.

“You seem to keep yourself in good shape,” added her Dad.

“I try,” is all I could mutter.

Mr. Nelson’s luck seemed to be changing as he received the next low card.  He took off his t-shirt.  He had a very manly chest, but did not have much in the way of chest hair.  His muscles were well pronounced and there was little to no flab anywhere on his chest or stomach.  I imagined that he could flex his muscles and look like a weight lifter. 

“I told you I like smooth, not hairy chests,” laughed Sarah.

“That’s why she likes mine so much,” blurted Rachel.  Everyone laughed loudly. 

“Time out,” their Dad said.  “I need to make up another pitcher of drink and use the restroom.  If you need to Kenny you know where the guest bathroom is.  But everybody be back here dressed exactly as you are now in five minutes.”  With that he got up and took the pitcher back to the kitchen.  Rachel ran off to her own bathroom.

“Are you okay?” Sarah asked, “We can stop this whole thing if you are uncomfortable with it.”  Her voice was sincere but there was no mistaking that she wanted to continue as did I.

“I’m loving this,” I said.  “Let’s let it take its course.”  With that she kissed me again but it was unlike any kiss we had ever had.  Her tongue intertwined with mine and her soft fingers caressed my exposed nipples.  She was excited and that made me very excited.  I excused myself to go to the bathroom.  To my horror I found that I had a visible wet spot on my light blue boxer underwear.  After taking a needed piss I tried to dry the spot so it wouldn’t be too visible when I had to remove my jeans.  After repositioning everything I returned to the family room.

Rachel was the only one there when I returned.   She was sitting back in the same chair but she had her knees held up against her chest with her chin resting on her knees.  I enjoyed the lengthy smoothness of the back of her legs and it was very sexy how her flowery panties contrasted to the brownness of her skin.  Jut the small strip of flowered cloth obscured the view of her precious bare pussy lips. 

“Are you tired?” I asked.  My words seemed to startle her a bit but after a quick jerk she looked up with the trademark Nelson smile.

“No, I’m not tired,” she replied, “but I don’t think I’ll have any more of Dad’s drink.”  We both laughed.  “Can I sit by you till Sarah comes back?” she asked.

“Sure.”  She came over to the couch where Sarah and I had been setting and she sat beside me and rested her head on my shoulder.  I put my arm behind her head and around her shoulder and pulled her close against me.  Her smooth skin and soft hair felt so good against my arm.  Her hair had the same smell as Sarah’s.  I looked down on her and was captivated by her small budding breasts and the brownness of her nipples.  The thought of them in my mouth was arousing.

“Hey you two!  Don’t get too comfy,” chided Mr. Nelson as he came back into the room with another full pitcher.  His voice caused us both to jump a bit but his warm laughter soon dispelled the tenseness.  He placed the full pitcher back on the coffee table and then picked it up again to refill his glass.  He also topped off Sarah’s glass and then mine.

“I don’t need anymore Daddy,” Rachel said.

“You can’t have anymore,” he replied good naturedly, “Unless you say pretty please later.”

“Who’s trying to steal my spot?” asked Sarah in a joking tone as she came back into the room.

“I’ll move back to my chair,” Rachel quipped, “Although I like it better here by Kenny.”

‘Yeah, I bet you do,” said Sarah as she laughingly pushed Rachel back towards the chair.

I took another sip from my glass and everyone drew another card from the dwindling deck.  Mr. Nelson groaned when he looked at his card and quickly placed a two down on the table.  I placed my five down on the table with relief as he stood and undid his shorts.  He pulled them down and kicked them off across the room.  We all laughed as he acted like an underwear model.  He had on white boxer style underwear with thin gray lines that made small squares.  A quick glance gave me comfort to know that I would not be the only one sporting a wet spot on my boxers. 

“Let’s reshuffle the entire deck and start again,” said Sarah as she eyed the short stack of cards that remained.

“Fine with me.  It might change my luck,” said her Dad.

Sarah shuffled the cards with ease and then placed the deck back on the coffee table.  Once again we all drew a card and after all were shown it was finally Sarah that had to remove another piece of clothing.  With only her two stockings removed up to now I had been hoping for this turn of events.  She unbuttoned her light blue blouse and slid her arms out of the short sleeves.  She tossed it on the arm of the couch and sat down beside me again.  Her sheer white bra held her gorgeous breasts tightly in place but also revealed a good portion of them.  The impressions of her nipples were clearly visible in the sheer material.  She blushed a little when she made eye contact with me and probably noticed how I was staring at her.  Then she leaned in towards me again and her bare shoulder brushed against my arm.

“Let’s keep the game moving,” she nearly commanded.

“We were just pausing to admire the beauty around us,” teased her Dad.  “But okay, let’s move on with it.”

Apparently the reshuffle did not change Mr. Nelson’s luck as he now held the low card that would require him to remove his last remaining piece of clothing.  Both Sarah and Rachel cheered loudly and I tried to act disappointed for him although I found such a turn of events exciting. I was glad it was him instead of me that would be the first one without clothes.  He stood slowly from his chair and then swiftly lowered his boxers to his ankles and kicked them off.  He made no effort to cover himself with his hands and he actually seemed to be enjoying the fact that the three of us all had a clear look at his enlarged but not hardened cock.  He was well endowed and I instantly knew that I would be the smaller of the two. 

“Enjoy the view,” he said.  “I can just set back, relax, and watch the rest of the show now.”

“We are getting the show,” shot back Sarah with a laugh.  “The big show!”  We all laughed.

“Just keep playing,” her dad said with a grin as he reached down, held his cock in his hand, and shook it at us.  We all laughed harder and the three of us all took another card.  I held a nine but as it turned out it was the lowest card.  Without hesitation I stood up and lower my jeans.  After they were off I adjusted my blue boxers and hoped that the wet spot could not be seen.

“Leakage!” shouted Rachel.  “What yeah been thinking about Kenny?”

“I’ve been thinking of your bare pussy little girl,” I said with confidence and as a jest. 

“Yummy, you want it don’t you?  Don’t give up, you might get it”

“Play more cards,” Mr. Nelson barked out.  He was near the bottom of another glass and I was not sure how many drinks he had had.  I was still only part way through my third and Sarah was nearly finished with her third as well.  The results of the next round of cards thrilled me.  Rachel lost again.  She squealed and squirmed when she realized that her flowery panties had to be removed.

She stood and slowly lowered her panties down her smooth slender legs.  My eyes zeroed in on her bare pussy mound and I felt myself harden and leak an additional drop.  After she was out of her panties she sat back on the chair and covered her bareness with her hands. 

“No hiding!” yelled her Dad.  “Stand up and do a slow walk around the coffee table so Kenny can get a good look at you.”  This made it more obvious that I was the only one who had never seen her like this and I wondered how often they did this together.

Rachel stood and walked from her chair at the end of the coffee table in front of the couch where Sarah and I sat.  As she passed Sarah, Sarah reached out and tried to tickle her.  They both giggled and then she walked in front of me.

“Stop and face Kenny,” her Dad instructed.  She stood before me, her hands at her side, giving me a clear view of her gorgeous tender young body.  I looked into her eyes and she smiled, but I could see in her eyes the effect of the drinks she had consumed.  As I took in the sight of her fully exposed body I noticed what I first thought was a tattoo on her inner thigh between the front of her leg and her pussy mound.  Then I realized it was just a mole or birthmark of some kind.   It was not fully exposed as she stood there but I thought if her legs were spread it would be more visible. 

“Give her a kiss Kenny,” encouraged Sarah.  I turned to look at Sarah and she nodded as if to say she really wanted me to do it.  I leaned forward and Rachel stepped forward and our lips met.  What I thought would be just a quick peck on the lips became a kiss of passion and her tongue actively sought out mine.  As we kissed I put my arms around her and I placed my hands on her smooth ass and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Enough for now kids,” her Dad said.  “Let’s get the game finished before this gets out of hand.”  I released my grasp on Rachel and she walked on around the table past her Dad.  As she passed him I noticed that he was in a semi-hard state.  He was a good looking guy with the full package.

Now it was only Sarah and I that drew a card.  I was in my blue boxers and she was still in jeans, bra, and panties.  I drew a jack, she drew a seven.  She moaned disingenuously and then stood and undid her jeans.  She pulled them off her hips, let them fall to her feet, and then stepped out of them.  Her legs were breathtaking and she wore white bikini cut panties that protected her mound.  Her panties were sheer enough that I could see a thin black strip of hair.  She sat back on the couch beside me and let her leg touch mine.  I got harder.

Sarah won the game with the next cards we drew.  The girls squealed with delight and their Dad laughed.  I felt a bit tipsy as I stood.  I lowered my boxers quickly and kicked them aside and was about to set back down.

“Take the loser’s walk around the table,” Rachel giggled. 

“Yeah, give us a good look,” added Sarah.  “You got to stop and face each one of us for a few seconds.” 

I looked to Mr. Nelson for help but received none.  “Fair is fair,” he shrugged.

I turned to face Sarah and saw her eyes looking straight at my semi-hard cock.  She looked up into my eyes and smiled.  Then she got my full attention by unsnapping her bra strap and letting her breasts free.  She put her hands to her nipples and gave each one a slight squeeze.  My cock stood a little straighter.

“My turn now,” pleaded Rachel.

Turning to face Rachel I took a step towards her chair. She sat in the chair with her legs slightly parted to give me a full view of her hairless bare pussy.  I could now also see her entire birthmark which was about the size of a quarter and was more like the shape of an egg than a perfect circle.  As we stared at each other she put a finger to her pussy and rubbed her pussy lips.  They were so pink and they parted slightly as she touched herself.  I had never thought looking at a girl her age could turn me on so much.  I was totally hard.

“Keep moving,” Sarah said. 

“Come over here Kenny.  Give me a look too,” directed their Dad.

I laughed as if he was joking but when I turned to look at him I could tell he wasn’t.  He was stroking himself and his fully erect cock attracted my gaze.  I am not an expert in judging lengths but my best guess would put him at eight to nine inches.  I had measured myself before and knew that I was only about six inches.  He gave me a motion with his eyes and head that was undeniably a come over here nod.  I took a couple of steps towards him and stood facing him in front of his chair.

“You’re a good looking kid,” he said. “Nice cock.”

“Thanks,” was all I could muster. 

“Ok, now the game changes a bit,” he said.  “Reshuffle the cards again Sarah.”

With that I returned to the couch and as I did I realized that while I was standing in front of Rachel or her Dad, Sarah had removed her panties and was now completely nude.  She was leaning over shuffling the cards so it was difficult to get a good view of her pussy but I could see her thin strip of dark hair.  She looked so beautiful as she shuffled the cards, her perfect breasts in clear view.  I sat down by her with my cock still totally hard.  She put the deck of cards on the table and as she sat back beside me her right hand came across my leg and she grasped my cock firmly.  She moved her hand up and down a couple of times and a large drop of precum leaked down my shaft and onto her fingers.

“No fair!  No touching yet!” yelled Rachel.

“Ok, ok,” Sarah replied as she removed her hand from my pleasured cock.  She put her hand to her mouth and licked the moisture away with her tongue.

“Ummmmm,” she laughed, “Tasty.”

“Here are the new rules,” her Dad explained as he laughed along with his oldest daughter.  “Everyone still takes one card and the one who gets the highest card gets to say what they want to do or what they want the others to do.  No other rules.”

I was feeling the effects of the drink but I was still able to understand that things could now go in any direction.  It was again apparent that these rules were not new to the girls and that they had played this type of game before.

“Everybody take a card,” Rachel said anxiously.

Although his luck had gone badly during the stripping game Mr. Nelson now laid down a king that no one else could match.  He laughed amid the girls’ groans and my silence.  He did not take long to make his demand.

“I want each of you to suck on me for at least thirty seconds,” he blurted.  “Are you still playing Kenny?”  It was more of a challenge than a question.

“I’m playing,” I answered without really even thinking of the consequences.  But I got a big hug from Sarah and I felt her nipple on my arm.

“Ok, Rachel first, then Sarah, and then Kenny if he is really in this game.” He still wasn’t convinced and there was still an implied challenge in his statement.

Rachel wasted no time in going to her father’s chair, kneeling in front of him, and taking his enlarged cock head into her mouth.  At each suck more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth.  His hands gently held her by the back of her head and he seemed to push her head a little harder against his cock each stroke.  I noticed her slender straight back and her gorgeous young ass that I had held just moments ago.  I was surprised by how much of his cock she could take in her mouth and then heard her gag slightly.  He released her head and she moved away.  Sarah, who had grabbed my cock again as we watched, released her grasp on me and went to her Dad.  I reached out to Rachel and pulled her to me as Sarah knelt down and began to suck her Dad’s wet glistening cock.  

Rachel’s body felt so good against me and her hand also found its way to my cock as we watched her Dad with Sarah.  My finger also found Rachel’s damp pussy lips and I rubbed her as we watched.  Sarah was very adept at taking her Dad’s large cock deep into her mouth.  As she sucked her ass was pointed towards us and her legs were slightly parted as she knelt.  She was gorgeous.  The tip of my finger parted Rachel’s pussy lips and my finger went into her up to my first knuckle.  Her small hand pumped up and down on my leaking hard cock and I began to wonder how much more of this I could take without exploding.  But when Sarah moved away from her Dad I knew the rising passion would momentarily subside.

“You don’t have to do it Kenny,” Sarah said, but even in her voice I heard more of a challenge than a desire for me not to do it.  I passed Rachel to her sister and I leaned forward from my position on the couch and crawled more than walked towards their Dad.  As I got close to his knees I looked up and saw him staring at me.

“You’ll like it, Kenny,” he said in an almost reassuring way.

As his cockhead entered my mouth I did not know exactly what to do.  I let it go deeper into my mouth towards the back of my throat and I tried not to bit down on it.  He had not put his hands on my head like he had the girls so I just tried to move up and down on him like I had seen him make the girls do.  I tried to take his cock as deep as I could without gagging on it.  There was a salty taste on my tongue so I knew he was leaking some as I sucked him.  Part of the time my eyes were closed and when they weren’t I looked into his bush of hair at the end of his cock. 

“Thirty seconds is up,” said Sarah.  I pulled away and looked up at her Dad again.

“You did great Kenny,” he said.  “You’re a serious player.”  I moved away and returned to the couch where Sarah now held Rachel and I saw her remove her finger from Rachel as I sat beside the both of them. 

Rachel reached for the table.  “Everyone get another card,” she said.  Her excitement only increased when she won the round with a queen. 

“I want Kenny to fuck me!”  She said it so fast and quickly after she had won that it caught me totally off guard.  I looked at Sarah.  She smiled and laughed.

“She won,” Sarah said.

“Get me ready Sarah,” Rachel said as she laid horizontally in the seat of the chair and spread her legs.  Her open pussy lips were resting right on the edge of the chair at a perfect height for me to fuck her from my knees.  Sarah went to Rachel and began to kiss and lick her spread pussy.

“She can take it Kenny.  Don’t hold back,” their Dad instructed and I knew he meant it.  I touched Sarah on the back as she licked her younger sister and then felt down the crack of her ass.  My finger rested briefly on her warm asshole and then I slipped into her wet pussy.  As I fingered her she continued to lick and tongue fuck Rachel. 

“I’m ready for Kenny,” the younger girl said.  Sarah moved away from Rachel and as she did she took time to kiss me.  Our tongues touched and flickered together.  I could taste her sister on her lips and tongue and wondered if she could taste her Dad on mine. 

As we ended the kiss she whispered, “Fuck the little bitch good.”  Sarah guided my hard cock to her younger sister’s spread waiting pussy.  She licked her sister’s pussy lips again then flickered her tongue on the head of my cock as it slipped into the warm love tunnel of the eleven year old.  I pushed it in slowly and then pulled back until just the head remained sandwiched in her pussy lips.  Then I slid it in again and pushed it a little further than it had gone the first time.  As I fucked Rachel, Sarah was leaning over the arm of the chair and was sucking on the younger girls brown nipples between passionate kisses the two were sharing.  I increased the pace and found that she could take my entire six inch cock.  I was still buzzing from the drink but I could feel the pleasure building within me.  I grabbed Rachel’s legs and had then propped up against my shoulders as I fucked her harder and harder.  As I looked down and saw my cock move in and out of her bare pussy it was more than I could stand.  I shuddered and with a final thrust I exploded inside her.  Then I pulled my cock from her drenched pussy and unloaded a couple of spurts onto her slender brown belly.  Sarah licked my cum from her sister’s belly and then sucked what she could from my softening cock. Then she was gone.  I leaned down and kissed Rachel on the mouth hard and sucked her nipples like I had wanted to do all evening.  She rubbed her hand through my hair and when I looked at her face she smiled and giggled.

As Rachel and I looked across the coffee table we saw Sarah spread wide, her back against her father’s chest, riding his lengthy cock like a carnival ride.  Her Dad had his hands on her hips helping her bounce up and down on him.  Her breasts bounced in unison as they fucked hard.  She looked across and saw us watching.

“Come lick me bitch!” she demanded.  Rachel obediently went over the coffee table and began to suck on Sarah’s nipples.  Sarah pushed her head down and Rachel went down and began to lick Sarah’s clit as her Dad’s cock pushed in and out of her.  Rachel kissed and licked Sarah’s pussy and her Dad’s cock as the tempo increased.  Sarah and I exchanged looks and I knew she wanted me over there.  Her kiss was powerful and she almost seemed to want to suck my tongue from my mouth.  I squeezed her erect hard nipples as we continued to kiss.  Then my mouth was on her breasts and I licked and sucked one nipple, then the other, back and forth.  Her hands were on my head and she was pushing me downward.  As my face went lower Rachel moved to make room for me.  My nose touched her strip of back curly hair and my tongue found her clit but it was difficult to keep my tongue on her as they fucked.  Sometimes my tongue was on her; sometimes it was on his wet glistening cock.  When he was deep in her his balls bounced against the bottom of my chin.  Their pace quickened and she moaned in pleasure.  She shuddered and he moaned as well.  Then his cock came out of her pussy and without thinking my mouth opened and his cock slid into my mouth.  As it slammed into the back of my throat I felt a warm spurt of cum and I nearly gagged.  He spurted two more times in my mouth before Sarah pulled my head up away from him.  As she kissed me now she sucked all that was left in my mouth into her own.  We kept our mouths together sharing this cum filled kiss.  When we finally parted I looked down and saw Rachel sucking and licking the remaining cum from her Dad’s limp spent cock.  I felt suddenly dizzy and nauseous. 

“You’re good Kenny,” Mr. Nelson said as he got up from the chair and walked away.  Rachel moved over to the couch and curled up.

“Go to bed Rachel,” her older sister instructed. 

“Goodnight Kenny,” Rachel said and she hugged me and left.

Sarah kissed me and also left.  I gathered my clothes and put them on the best I could.  Sarah came back wearing a long white t-shirt.  Her nipples shown plainly through the cloth and it nearly made me hard again.  We walked to the door and there she kissed me again.  There was still the taste of her Dad in both our mouths. 

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“I loved it, but I wish I could have you,” I replied.

“Soon enough,” she giggled.  We kissed again.

“Next time Mom and the other kids will be here if that’s okay?”

“Sure,” I said.  We kissed again.

“Goodnight Kenny,” she whispered as she closed the door.

Later as I lay on my bed with the ceiling still spinning I thought about the last thing she told me. ‘Next time Mom and the other kids will be here.’

“Wow!” I thought.

As we were waiting for Katie to wake up, Becky sat next to me and gave me a shy little look, smiling nervously. I recognized that look from Katie. She wanted to ask me something. So I beat her to the punch.

"What is it, Becky? You know, I kind of like the name 'Little Orange Person'. I might just keep calling you that."

'I kind of like it too. That would be ok. Um... I don't know if you noticed or not, but when I released the block on the information in your mind I... kind of... left some of that orange stuff behind. I can remove it if you want," she went on hurriedly.

"I kind of like it there. It doesn't bother me. It makes me feel close to you."

She beamed like a million suns. "I like it there, too! Um... because I don't have anyone's mind to share right now... since Amy is in Katie's and I might be able to put two in one but I don't know yet... you could... um... be in mine too if you wanted," she whispered in a tiny little voice. She looked at me nervously.

I realized how much it cost her to say that. The fear of rejection to her for something so intense and personal must be great. I was stunned at the... enormity of what she was offering me.

"Becky, I would be so honored! I am not worthy of such an offer. Are you sure, honey? And what would Katie think? And could you do it?"

I could see her heave a sigh of great relief. "I think I could do it. You might have to learn to use it. I don't think Katie would mind. I don't think we could undo what she did with Amy anyway. And I might be able to be in yours and Katie's too. With nothing to do for a year but think, I have a lot of ideas. Oh, yeah, I would love to do it! I love you, you know," she proclaimed seriously.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I have always wanted to meet you. You can go ahead and try. But first, I think you need to spend some time with Katie."

Katie was beginning to stir. I sent everyone out of the room except Becky and me, and I had Becky sit over on the other side of the room, out of sight, until Katie had recovered. Katie opened her eyes, saw me, and threw her arms around me in a death grip, crying. I held her, rubbed her back, whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She finally looked at me with big, scared eyes.

"Daddy? Is Becky really back? How can that be? I felt her die. I saw them carry out her body. Did I have a dream? Am I going crazy, Daddy?" She sounded almost hysterical. Becky couldn't take it anymore. She ran over to her, kneeling down by her side, and threw herself into Katie's arms. They hugged and cried for quite awhile. Then Katie pulled away, a puzzled look on her face.

"I can't feel you. Why can't I feel you in my mind?" Katie looked worried and a little scared.

"I know. They blocked me from sending to you. That's partly how they were able to make you think I died. I need your help to reverse that. I can't do it, but I can tell you how." Becky hugged Katie again. I felt like an intruder.

"We are going to leave you two alone for awhile. Take all the time you need to get reacquainted. We will talk to you later, Becky." I don't think they even heard me. I left the room, closing the door softly, and told everyone to leave them alone until they came out. Then I went to my room to check on Victoria.

I talked to the doctor. He was ready to reverse the drug-induced unconsciousness she was in. I told him to wait a little bit, there were some things I needed to do first. Then I talked to Captain Jensen. I told him I wanted all signs gone immediately that I was anything but a medical professional. Victoria did not know about this part of my life and I didn't want another shock to greet her. Naturally, he protested, not wanting to leave us unguarded, but finally agreed that it would be done immediately. I had no doubts that he would figure out a way to satisfy both requirements. Besides, with Amy around, how much danger could we be in, anyway? I wondered how much of Amy's ability the others might possess in an emergency.

I went back to my room to find the doctor administering the antidote to the medicine he had her on. He said it would take only a few minutes. I asked him to leave so it was just Victoria and me. He didn't like that idea. I was making everyone unhappy today. Except Becky. My one success. But, being the boss, I got my way. RHIP. Sometimes. Not often with teenage girls! I saw Victoria's eyes start to flutter open. That's about when I began to realize that maybe I should have listened to the doctor. I was sitting on the bed, holding her hand, when I heard her scream.

"No! Leave me alone! No more!" I just started to react, to assure her she was ok, when she jerked her hand back, and the next thing I knew I had hit the wall and was sliding down to the floor. Wow, that hurt! I saw Victoria advancing towards me. I could tell by the look in her eyes she had no idea who I was. I remained very calm. I would not defend myself; I would not hurt her. If I was going to die, I could think of worse ways than at Victoria's hands. I watched in fascination as she started to hit me again. Then I saw a blur of movement, and her hand was held fast by a small hand. I hadn't seen that kind of strength since... Amy! She had grabbed Victoria's hand, and then she stepped between us.

"Let me go! I'll kill them!" Victoria screamed. She tried to pull her hand back, but it might as well have been set in concrete. Amy answered her calmly.

"No, Mom. I will not let you hit Dad again. Don't make me hurt you." Amy might have been discussing the weather, she was so quiet and calm. I found that even scarier than if she had yelled. I heard her call out to Katie in her mind to get the doctor in here, now, but to keep everyone else out.

About that time, I saw Victoria's eyes clear. She looked at Amy in amazement, and then she looked at me on the floor in horror.

"Oh Patrick, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! Oh God, what have I done?" She dissolved into a puddle of tears as Amy gently led her back over to the bed, sitting her down. I thought about helping her, but the pain I felt in my chest when I started to move convinced me that was not a good idea. When the doctor came in, he started towards Victoria, but Amy curtly told him to check me out first.

He determined there was not that much wrong with me, just a couple of bruised ribs and some aggravation of the gunshot wound that had not completely healed from before. I had always known that living with my girls was interesting, but lately, it was getting dangerous.

I went over and sat next to Victoria. Amy had been holding her as she cried. I reached out to put my arm around her, to comfort her. I was surprised when she flinched and drew away from me. Amy's eyes widened a little in surprise. Victoria had never done that before. We talked for a while, just the three of us. Victoria seemed her old self mostly, but she showed no interest in talking about what had happened to her. I figured she didn't want to talk in front of Amy.

Later that day, we all got together to hear Becky's story. We were all interested in knowing how a dead person was standing in front of us.

"Well, most of what Katie told you is what happened. After our father attacked me, I lost consciousness. When I awoke, the house was on fire. That's when I contacted Katie and she called the fire department. I lost consciousness again. Later, I woke up in the room where you found me. By overhearing conversations, I deduced that the fire was set deliberately and after I lost consciousness, another body was substituted for mine and I was removed from the scene. The interruption of contact between Katie and me was from a combination of loss of consciousness and something they did to interrupt the contact from my end. That is why I was out of contact for so long — I was unable to establish contact. That's all I know. I don't know why I was taken. I think it might have something to do with trying to get a particular someone to come and rescue me, by things I overheard. But they seemed to be waiting for something else to happen first. I don't know what.

Of course, we all had a million questions, most of which she could not answer. I noticed after a while that Amy had disappeared. I went looking for her. The door to her room was closed, so I knocked. When I didn't hear an answer, and I couldn't find her anywhere else, I opened the door, to find her lying on her bed, crying. I went in and sat beside her, asking her what was the matter.

"I'm glad Becky is back, I really am. But what's going to happen to me now? Katie doesn't need me anymore. She has her Becky back. I'm going to be all alone again. I don't think I can take it again, Daddy. I've gotten to love Katie so much, and I really do want what makes her happy, but I don't want to be all alone again!" Amy started crying again.

"Amy, there is no way Katie is going to just dump you. You know better than that. She loves you as much as you love her. I don't believe Becky would let her do it, either. Calm down, sweetheart. I will talk to them. But you know Katie better than that."

"I know, Daddy. I'm just being stupid. I guess just too much going on at the same time. I can't be superwoman all the time. I just get terrified when I think of being alone again, like I was before," she sighed. I kissed her, gave her a hug, and then tickled her until she begged me to stop, giggling hysterically.

I went back to Katie's room, to find Katie and Becky talking quietly, snuggling together.

"Hi girls. We have a small problem I need your help with," I greeted them. Becky was ecstatic. It made her feel like family to be asked to help. "It seems we have a hysterical young lady on our hands. Amy is convinced that with Becky back that she is going to be out of the picture with you, Katie, and is going to be all alone again." Katie looked at me in horror. Becky looked shocked.

"I would never do that!" Katie gasped. "I love Amy. Why would I ditch her? Besides, I don't think I even could remove her, but I wouldn't want to anyway. I know what it is like to be alone that way. I don't know how Becky has survived."

"I would never allow that to happen, Mr. Phillips," Becky stated flatly. "Even if Katie wanted to do that, which she never would, I would leave first. As for surviving, I am working on alternatives. Maybe three hooking in at once. Or another interesting alternative that I won't mention until I know it might work." She beamed at me.

"Would you two please talk to Amy? She gets frantic every time she thinks she might be alone again. Reassure her," I asked them. Later that night, Becky found me downstairs alone and explained what would be involved with hooking in with me. We decided to try it. After a few minutes of her concentrating, suddenly I felt my mind overflowing with warm, loving feelings. I was filled with orange tendrils everywhere.

"Oops!" Becky giggled. "Got a little carried away there! Let me take some back, and build a set spot for them in your mind so they're not just running around everywhere being a nuisance. There. How's that?" she asked. I didn't know what it was supposed to be like, but it was fine with me. She had a sweet, wonderful little mind that I just fell in love with right away. No wonder Katie was so distressed when Becky 'died'!

That night, when we went to bed, Victoria wore clothes to bed for the first time ever. She crawled into bed on the opposite side. When I tried to cuddle, she said she was sorry, but she just didn't feel like it tonight. I asked her what was the matter. She started crying, but wouldn't let me hold her.

"I guess there just isn't any way I can talk my way out of this one. You're not going to believe this was a car accident, are you?" She smiled faintly.

"Victoria, it's ok. You don't have to lie. I have known what you do for a living for over two years. I have known exactly whom you work for and exactly what your job is for over a year. You don't have to lie. I know you can't talk about it. I am concerned about what happened to you this time. I'm concerned about why you don't want me to touch you. Have I done something wrong?"

"Oh, no, Patrick, you have always been great to me! I love you so much. But they did an awful lot of bad things to me, and forced me to do a lot of awful things. I don't deserve you. I just need some time. I just can't tell you about it." She started crying again. She wouldn't let me hold her. She seemed so uncomfortable with me in the bed with her that I went into the basement and slept on the couch.

Over the next month, things really got bad between the two of us. Victoria used every excuse she could to go on trips, even when she didn't have to. I figured something was up the second time her boss called to send her on a trip and she wasn't home. She was supposedly already on one. When she was home, she moved into the spare bedroom and started sleeping in there. There was some underlying tension between Amy and her. No fights, just not as warm and friendly as they had always been. She refused to talk to me about anything important. She started picking fights with me on stupid little things. The similarities between the way she was acting and the way Cindi had acted after her rape was not lost on me. I refused to be sucked into the fights. I tried to be as sweet as I could, and told her every chance I could that I loved her. A few nights when she was home, I could swear she came home late at night drunk. To top it all off, I started having nightmares. They didn't have anything to do with her, but it was just another thing piled on top of me. I started dreaming about Julie, a six-year-old girl I had known when I was fourteen. She had been killed one night when I had failed to protect her as I told her I always would. I had not thought about her for years. Victoria had gotten me over that. But now, I was having very realistic nightmares where Julie was begging me to help her. Except she wasn't six years old, but she was twenty-nine years old, the age she currently would be. It was exhausting, as I was getting very little sleep. It all came to a head one night about six weeks after Victoria's rescue.

The girls were gone on a sleepover at Rebecca's house. I think it was a plan to give Victoria and me the house alone together to patch things up. Teenagers can be so naïve sometimes. They had all seen things were going downhill fast and were concerned. About ten o'clock that night, Victoria came up to me and said she wanted to talk. I was hoping she was finally going to open up to me. She did. Both barrels.

"Patrick, I think it's time I left," she said, without preamble. Stupid me, I didn't understand.

"Ok. When's your flight, and when do you think you'll be back?"

She sighed. "No, I mean I'm moving out. I have arranged to stay with a girl at work. She's picking me up in a little while." At least I can say she looked really upset about it. I was shocked. I felt cold all over, and a little dizzy. I closed my eyes. I felt like I was going to faint. I must have looked pretty bad, because Victoria looked concerned. "Are you ok?" She asked.

"Oh, sure, Vickie, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Just because the love of my life is shit canning our marriage and walking out on me? Shit, who wouldn't be fine with that?" I said bitterly. I could honestly say it was the first time I had ever really been mad at her. Plus, I was sacred to death. I knew I was reacting inappropriately, but I didn't know what to do. I felt like I had been kicked in the chest. I didn't know how to deal with this. The one constant I had always had was that Victoria loved me, that she would always be there in our marriage.

"What marriage?" She asked softly. "We haven't been married for 6 weeks now. I am no good to you. I can't let you touch me. All I do is hurt you. I hear you crying at night. Why do you think I moved into the spare bedroom? I couldn't stand lying next to you, knowing you were dying to touch me and I couldn't stand the thought. It's not you; it's me. I don't deserve you. I have destroyed our marriage with my lies and the awful things I have done, and I just can't stay around and watch you suffer. I'm sorry," she said softly.

"You would rather just walk out and end the whole thing than talk to me and work it out? What sense does that make? You know there is nothing you could have done that is so bad that I would stop loving you. Why can't you talk to me?" I asked desperately. I knew if she walked out, it would be over. I had to try to stop it. Separating to work it out never worked.

"I can't! Can't you understand that? I know you love me and you always will, no matter what. But I don't love me anymore. I want you to just remember me and what we had together as it was, not as it will be if I talk to you, if I stay around hurting you all the time. Things could never be the same again for us, no matter what you think. I am not the same person. I have let you down and betrayed you and I could never forget or forgive myself for that, even if you could. I deserve to be miserable and miss you for the rest of my life, and you deserve to be free to find someone better." How could she be so calm about this when I was dying?

"What about the girls?"

"They should stay with you. I can't give them the life they need. I will see them as often as I can."

"Victoria... is there someone else?" My heart was in my throat, waiting for her answer. I finally broke through to her, as she started crying.

"Oh, God, no, there could never be anyone else, Patrick! This is about me not being good enough for you, not finding someone better than you. There will never be anyone else. I am leaving here to spend the rest of my life alone. It's what I deserve."

I didn't know what to say. She walked out of the room, picked up the suitcase she had packed, and walked out the door. I went into the den, got out a bottle of some type of alcohol; I didn't even look to see what it was, and started drinking. The girls found me, passed out on the couch, at 2:00 AM when they came home. Becky had been concerned because she couldn't feel me in her mind anymore. No one knew that happened when you got drunk enough.

The next thing I knew, I was in the shower with Amy. Déjà vu. This was about as much fun as the last time, but in reverse. She was not in a very good mood. She woke me up with a cold shower, threw me out of the shower, and told me to be dried off and in the kitchen in five minutes, or she was coming to get me. She said I really didn't want her to come and get me. When I got into the kitchen, she gave me a big cup of coffee to drink. I told her I didn't like coffee. She told me to drink it or wear it. She wasn't kidding. I took the cup and went into the basement, where I poured it down the sink. Then I threw the cup against the wall. I was tired of pushy females running my life, and then walking out whenever they decided. Yeah, I know. Shows what type of mood I was in that I would even consider taking on Amy like that. I didn't even wonder if I would survive. I didn't really care. She looked so much like Victoria, I hated her right then just for that.

Amy came looking for me a few minutes later. I saw her look at the coffee cup in pieces on the floor, and then she came over and sat next to me.

"What happened? Did you drop the cup? I can get you some more," she said softly.

"Go ahead. And drink it yourself. I'm not drinking that shit. If you don't like it, then you can just fuck off. Get the hell out of here and leave me alone. When I want your help, I'll ask for it. And don't hold your breath. And don't send those other two down here to sweet talk me either. Go back to your sleepover. I'd like some peace and quiet for a change," I snarled.

Amy's eyes opened wide in shock for a minute. I don't think anyone had ever talked to her like that. Then she tilted her head to the side and looked at me, a look of understanding and sadness in her eyes.

"Where's Mom?" she asked softly.

"Who gives a fuck? I don't. You want her, go find her."

"Are you ok?" Amy asked, voice full of concern.

"Am I ok? Let's see. My oldest daughter is dead, murdered. My youngest daughter should be dead, twice over. But that's ok, she's alive. I have turned her into a killer, but she's alive. But for a miracle, I should be dead. My wife is almost killed, raped repeatedly, won't talk to me or even let me touch her, but what the hell, isn't that the way marriages are supposed to be, after 15 years? Especially after you risk your life and the life of your favorite daughter just to rescue her? I am having nightmares every night about a person who has been dead for years, and I can't sleep. Oh, but I forgot, about the marriage, it isn't a marriage anymore, because she left me tonight. Why the FUCK wouldn't I be ok, Amy?" I knew I was being a sniveling ass, but I just didn't care. I guess I knew Amy would love me, no matter what I said to her.

"Mom left you?" She asked quietly. She was suddenly very still and quiet. I had the fleeting thought that it was a good thing Victoria wasn't here. "I'm so sorry, Daddy."

Just then, Katie and Becky walked into the room. Probably calling for reinforcements with their freaky mind thing. I got even madder.

"Get the hell out of here, all of you! Get out! And stay out of my mind, too!" My warm and cuddly nature was showing through. They just stood there, looking at me, sad and hurt looks on their faces. I threw a couch pillow at them. I was really being mature. Then I just couldn't take it anymore. I was drunk, and too emotional. I started crying. They all ran over to me and started hugging me. I didn't care anymore. I just sobbed. They half carried me to bed, undressed me, and tucked me in. By the time I hit the bed, I was asleep. Either none of them slept with me that night, or they were already up when I woke up the next day. I know I wouldn't have wanted to sleep with me that night, if I were they.

As soon as I woke up, I knew something was seriously wrong. Then, it dawned on me. I felt it. I was such a fool. I had hurt somebody very sweet very seriously, just because I was so wrapped up in my own misery. I dressed as fast as I could, and ran downstairs. Amy was in the kitchen, making breakfast. I rushed into the room. She looked at me, concern and sadness in her eyes.

"Where is Becky?" I asked, devastated at what I had done to her. I could feel the orange tendrils were no longer in my mind. I had to fix this now.

"She's down in the basement. She seems really upset about something. Is that because of you? You are treading on thin ice with all of us if you hurt Becky, mister!" Amy said it half jokingly, but her eyes said she was concerned and she was only half joking.

I ran downstairs. Becky was sitting on the couch, knees up to her chin, arms wrapped around her legs, crying. I felt like crap. As if this sweet little girl had not gone through enough crap already, I had to heap some more on her. There was no excuse, even if I was upset. I knelt down in front of her, and lifted her head. I wiped her tears away, and held her close. She would have had every right to pull away from me, but she hugged me fiercely, as if I was going to disappear.

"Becky," I said softly, pain and embarrassment in my voice, "I am so sorry! I was upset and drunk. That is no excuse. Please forgive me. Please put your orange pieces back in my mind. I did not mean it that way. I would never be upset about you being there. Please."

She sobbed on my shoulder. "You said you wanted me there, and you wanted to be with me. You said! Why did you yell at me to stay out of your mind? That wasn't nice! I don't have to be there. It was just an idea. If you didn't want me to be there, all you had to do was tell me. I don't even have to live here. I can go away. I've been by myself for over a year; I can do it some more. You said you loved me. Why do you hate me now?" She sobbed uncontrollably. I saw Katie look in and give me a really dirty look for making her sister cry. She looked like she was going to come in, but Amy grabbed her and yanked her back out of the room. I felt awful. If I kept this up, I wasn't going to have any family left that wanted to talk to me.

"Becky, I don't know what to say. I did not mean it that way. I didn't know what I was saying. I love you. You are my 'Little Orange Person'. You saved my life. How could I hate you? Men are stupid that way; sometimes we say things that we have no idea how they are going to be taken. Please forgive me, sweetheart. Please come back into my mind." I kissed her, as passionately as I could. I had never really given her a real kiss before. Her eyes opened in surprise, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. She was inexperienced, but man, did she make up for it with desire!

"Do you really want me back in there?" She whispered haltingly. "You don't have to. I know it's difficult for someone who hasn't been used to it all his or her lives. I don't want to invade your privacy. Course, that's assuming I can do it. The little orange things are really mad at me for pulling them out. They haven't talked to me all morning!" She giggled. Was she serious?

"I really do, sweetheart. I miss you already." Since she had already done it once, it took only a short time to do it again. I felt the now familiar wash of love, as the tendrils scampered happily to their now appointed place. I felt at peace again. Well, almost. I sat down, and lifted Becky up on my lap. Then I kissed her. Really kissed her. Poor little virginal Becky (rape doesn't count). Never been kissed before, except by me a few minutes ago. By the time I was done kissing her, she could hardly breathe. She held me tight, trembling all over. Then she whispered in my ear.

"Are you going to make love to me?"

"Someday soon, Pretty Orange Person. Do you want me to?" I asked.

"Oh please! Don't tease me. Please!"

"Teasing is half the fun, silly." I started tickling her. Pretty soon, her shrieks had the other two peeking around the corner. When they saw that all was well and we were having fun, they all ran in and piled on. For a little while, all three of them made me forget my sadness.

That night, I went to bed by myself. Two nights in a row. I could understand last night, but I was starting to get lonely. It was odd. Victoria was seldom around. She hadn't even been gone as long as usual yet, but I missed her so much. I guess it was just knowing that she wasn't going to be around anymore that hurt. I was having a good cry when I felt the bed move. I wondered which one was coming to me. I turned around and got a surprise. All three had climbed into the bed!

"Are you girls planning on killing me tonight, or what?" I asked, teasing them. They were serious when they replied.

"Daddy," Amy whispered, "tonight is for you and Becky. We are here for moral support. And maybe a few crumbs afterwards," she giggled. I looked at Becky. She looked scared and excited. Her only other experience at this had not been good.

"Do you want to do this, Becky?" I asked. "This is your decision. Don't let anyone else decide for you. I love you, sweetie, I have you up here," I tapped my head, "and I don't need you anywhere else if you don't want to." I stroked her cheek softly as I spoke to her, and shivered as she softly rubbed her cheek against me.

"I want you, Da... Patrick. So much. I love you. The girls have told me how wonderful you are. I need that special feeling. I want to know what it feels like to be loved. Besides, no one here as made love to someone they are linked with. I want to see what it is like." Amy and Katie looked surprised. I don't think they knew we were linked. They grinned, and giggled, whispering to themselves. I couldn't hear all of it, but it sounded like bets on the odds of me surviving!

As I snuggled with Becky, I reflected on the last few months. As little as six months ago, the idea of being in bed with teenage girls for anything other than father-daughter snuggling was unknown to me. Now, I was snuggling with my daughters, but it was often so much more. The funny thing was, it was still father-daughter snuggling. Just with benefits. If they had decided tomorrow it would be nothing more, I don't think I would even protest. Sex with them was just a way to snuggle even closer. It was a result of love, not a reason for love.

The girls had all come in still dressed. Amy and Katie still remembered how much fun the undressing was. I kissed Becky, long and passionately, starting to slowly unbutton her blouse at the same time. Each time I unbuttoned a button, she gasped in my mouth and shivered all over. This was one excited little girl! When I finally undid the last button and pulled her blouse all the way opened, she shuddered all over and gave a little cry in my mouth. Had pretty, innocent little Becky just had her first little orgasm? I didn't doubt it. She was Katie's sister, after all, and I knew how hot Katie was. I started kissing her neck, her throat. She ran her fingers through my hair, and then held my head close to her. She gasped and cried out as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I licked it, sucked it, while playing and squeezing the other one. She was flushed all the way down to her chest.

I couldn't help teasing her a little. I stopped, and moved up, holding her close. I heard her whimper softly in frustration. I whispered in her ear.

"Do you want me to go on, sweetheart? I wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want me to."

She was suddenly kissing me everywhere. My lips, face, neck, everywhere she could reach.

"Please! Please take me! Help me forget what it was like. Please make it good for me. Please love me! Help me, and let me help you forget your pain."

The love and sympathy washed over me. I couldn't believe it. Little Becky was worried about me! Wanted to make it good for me! Everyone was right. She was so sweet. I decided right then that everything really would be all for her tonight. She had already given me everything I needed tonight.

Amy and Katie were lying on either side of Becky. They were holding her, kissing her cheeks softly, whispering in her ear. There was nothing sexual about their cuddling or kissing each other, just the signs of affection I had seen my little angels do everyday, but I had seldom seen anything so hot. Amy and Katie looked at me and smiled sweetly, their eyes filled with desire, and with thanks for what I was doing for their sister.

I ran my hands down her sides softly, tickling her in the process. She shivered as I softly touched her, caught between being tickled and being aroused. Being aroused won out. I ran my hands softly, gently, slowly over her flat little stomach, caressing it and feeling it tremble each time I touched it. She was whimpering and crying out almost constantly now.

When I slipped my hand inside her shorts, inside her panties, I could feel her, Amy and Katie all jerk at once. They remembered how hot that was. Becky couldn't take it anymore, and she reached down to undo her shorts. I took her cute little hand and moved it up to my mouth, kissing it. I smiled at Amy and Katie, and they both reached down and started unbuttoning her shorts. Becky's eyes opened real wide in surprise and confusion, as they lifted her little butt and slipped her shorts and panties off. She looked at me, confused and scared. I whispered in her ear, comforting her.

"It's ok, Becky, they won't hurt you. They don't get into girls. They just want to help a little, make it good for you, and relive their first time. They won't touch you down there." She relaxed visible, and kissed me, a hot, smoldering kiss.

I started kissing my way down her body. She was trembling all over now. When I spread her legs apart and moved my head between her legs, she put her hands on my head and held me.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice trembling. "That's dirty and gross. You can't like that!" Before I could answer, Amy and Katie jumped in.

"Let him do it. You will love it. We promise!" They both assured her. They gently removed her hands from my head and lovingly held them, caressing and kissing them. I tried something new. I let my green surround her orange, and caressed her. Her eyes flew open in surprise and amazement, and then she smiled softly at me, and spread her legs more for me. I could feel her nervousness still.

"If you don't like it, I promise I'll stop," I reassured her. She smiled trustingly at me. Knowing what would happen, Katie kissed her just as I licked her little pussy and clit for the first time. She screamed into Katie's mouth. As I sucked her clit into my mouth for the first time, she screamed again, and started thrashing all over, shaking violently. Then she stiffened her whole body, cried out again, and passed out.

I was stunned at her reaction. I felt her completely short circuit in her mind. She cried out my name in her mind just before she fainted. If this was her reaction this early, this was going to be a very interesting night! Amy and Katie held her, looking at me in shock, as I gently licked her thighs and pussy, slowly and softly, feeling her jerk each time I touched her.

It took her quite a while to revive. When she finally came to, she threw her arms around my neck and dissolved into tears, holding me close. I could feel these were happy tears, but I could also feel something else. She had sampled my mind, and felt how much I wished this was Victoria, how much I missed her. She was crying out of intense emotion, but also in sympathy for me. I had tried to hide that emotion, but I couldn't hide from my Little Orange Person. I knew she understood completely, and loved me for always keeping Victoria first. She kissed away tears, tears I didn't even know I had been crying, and whispered to me that it was all right. Then she guided my cock to her pussy, and guided me right in, raising her hips to help me penetrate when I tried to go slow for her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and then did something I didn't expect, something I would never forget. All the time I stroked slowly in and out of her, she played scenes of my most intimate, wonderful sex with Victoria in my mind. Oh, how I loved this girl! It was always for someone else, never for her. When I came inside her, as she came with me, I passed out this time.

When I finally revived, I had three of the prettiest girls in the world cuddling with me. Becky was lying on top of me, with Amy and Katie snuggled as close as they could get. All three were kissing me everywhere they could reach. Amy and Katie had stunned looks on their faces. Amy expressed it for all of us.

"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen, Dad." She looked at Becky, her eyes filled with love. "Thank you!" she said. Becky smiled sweetly, blushing all over. We all fell asleep, snuggled together. I slept the whole night through, the first good night of sleep I'd had in six weeks.

Shayla disappeared into her bedroom, and came out a few seconds later in a buttondown  nightgown that barely covered her panties that could clearly be seen through it anyway.  I also noticed that she had ditched the bra, and her nipples strained against the material.  With each bounce of her breasts, the entire nightgown seemed to bounce a little bit wiith them.   Shayla plopped down on the couch next to me and took the tie she had out of her hair, letting her long brown locks fall down around her shoulders.  As she flipped on the TV, she reached for her hairbrush and began brushing her hair out.

"So Mark, has Mom let you have a girlfriend yet?"  Shayla asked, obviously inquiring about any changes that were made, if any, to our mother's overprotective and sheltering parenting style.

"Nope.  I cant even go over to Jacob's house now, because Mom thinks Im going over there to meet a girl." 

"I cant believe she still hasnt changed.  Youre sixteen now and still have never had a girlfriend." 

"I guess its not so bad if you dont know what youre missing." I said.

"This might be a little personal, but Im your sister and you can tell me.  How are you holding up..um...raging hormone wise?"  Shayla asked.

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Well, teenage boys are all....you know...horny as hell." Shayla said.

"Yeah, I guess." I said.

"Well, do you get to look at naked women on the internet?" Shayla asked.

"I cant.  Mom has the parental thing on so nothing like that is accessible." I said.

"That figures.  Do you have any magazines or movies?" 

"No.  Mom would kill me if she found out I had anything like that." I said.

"Have you EVER seen any dirty magazines or movies?" Shayla asked.

"No." I admitted.

"Youve got to be kidding me Mark.  Have you seen any naked women at all?"

"Just some I saw in a couple of movies, topless girls.  Mom nearly flipped her lid.  She was yelling and screaming about it for a long time."  I said.

"Wait here a minute." Shayla said, and went off to her room.

When she returned, she slid a videotape into the vcr, and immediately a gorgeous, big breasted blonde was on the screen, naked and moaning as she was being fucked doggy style.

My eyes were glued to the screen, and my cock was instantly hard and forming a tent in my sweatpants.  Id never seen anything like this. 

"Never fails.  If you want to get a guy's dick hard, just show him a naked blonde with big tits." Shayla said, casting her gaze down at my glaringly obvious hardon.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my body temperature rose uncomfortably high, and I knew my face had to be bright red.

"Dont be embarrassed Mark.  Its perfectly normal.  Especially for a guy your age who hasnt seen anything like this before." Shayla said.

I sat up on the couch, trying to reposition myself so that my hardon wasnt as visible, and did my best to try to get over my embarrassment and get my facial color back to normal.

"Look Mark, Im not trying to embarrass you.   I just want you to know that when youre here at my house, you can do whatever you want to.   You, just like every teenage guy need an outlet for your sexual desires.  Not only that, but you need to have some idea of what youre supposed to do when Mom finally releases her iron grip on you and lets you have a girlfriend.  Theres nothing worse for a girl than when she wants a fuck and the guy has absolutely no idea what he's doing, and then blows his cum before the fuck ever gets going because its the first time he's ever seen a pair of tits and a wet pussy." 

"If Mom finds out about this..." I started.

"This is MY house.  Im not going to tell Mom anything, and I doubt that you want to listen to her ranting either.  She's not going to find out.  So if you want to watch a nasty movie here, you can.  You can just relax, kick back, and just know that you can jack off and relieve a little stress without anyone walking in on you and lecturing and screaming at you for doing something that is completely natural, and something that they damn well do themselves."  Shayla said.

"Mom walked in on me one time, she didnt even knock.  When she realised what I was doing she said it was disgusting and she better not ever catch me doing it again.  Then she told me to put my fucking clothes on and slammed my door." I said.

"Mom is such a fucking prude.  You dont have to worry about anything like that while youre here.  Is there anything you want to know?  Any advice I can give you?  You can ask me whatever you want to, Im pretty sure Mom hasnt told you anything that she should have by now."

"Do you ever....you know..." I started

"Do I ever masturbate?" Shayla finished for me.

"Yeah." I said.

"Everyone does Mark.  I have a few toys that I play with from time to time.  Sometimes two or three times a day." Shayla laughed.

On the screen, the big breasted blonde was now on her knees, her head bobbing up and down as his cock slid in and out of her mouth.

"Do you ever do that?" I asked, motioning toward the screen.

"Yeah, I give blowjobs.  Its a pretty big turnon for me.  It just gets  my pussy really wet and then I really want to have sex." Shayla explained.

"How do you like to have sex?" I asked her.

"Well, a lot of the time I really like to be on top, so I can control how fast, how hard, and how deeply Im getting fucked.  But, if the guy is really good I like for him to be on top and just pump my pussy.  I like just about every position, but mostly I like to be on top.  It also leaves the guy's hands free to play with my titties, which really turns me on."  Shayla said.

"Lucky bastard..." I mumbled to myself, still watching the video on the screen in which the blonde was receiving the guy's load of cum all over her breasts.

Shayla laughed when she heard that.

"Um...I uh...I meant the guy on the movie...." I stuttered, my face reddening again.

"Its okay Mark.  Im flattered that you think Im attractive and that someone getting to fuck me is a lucky guy."

"You are?" I said, surprised that she wasnt mad.

"Of course I am.  Despite what many women will tell you, we like it when guys think we are hot and would love to fuck us.   A girl might act like she's offended, but deep down, she's loving the fact that someone finds her attractive and is thinking about what it would be like to be fucking her."  Shayla said.

"Really..." I said, thinking about a few of the hottest girls at school, and the way they always acted when they caught guys staring at them.

"Uh huh.  And I know you think Im pretty because I saw you staring at my ass in the hallway when we first got home.  And then gawking at my boobs through my nightgown here when I came back out and sat down on the couch."  Shayla giggled.

"Geez Shay, Im sorry...I just..." I stammered

"Its okay Mark.  Do you think that if I didnt want you to see that I would have started changing in the hall?  Or that I would wear such a see-through skimpy nightie if I didnt want to show off my boobs?" Shayla asked.

"I dont know" I said.

"Well, I did want you to look.  Im kind of an exhibitionist, but I had to be careful.  I couldnt just strip down naked in front of you because it would have been hard to pass off as normal activity if you werent interested.  But I could wear skimpy clothes and see through stuff to see how a sixteen year old sheltered guy would react to seeing his half naked sister.   When I saw you staring at my bare ass and then your eyes locking on my boobs while I was asking you about how things were with Mom, I knew you found me attractive in a way that was not just brother/sister affection."

"So why dont you take your clothes off then, if you like to show off." I said, wanting to see how far Shayla would go.  I was so horny right now, I knew it was my dick doing the talking at this point.  My hands were shaking and I could feel my heartbeat in my throat.

"Hmmmmm.  I could take off my clothes, but I would have to know how far you would be willing to go with this." Shayla said.

"How far are you willing to go with this?" I said.

"Ill do whatever you want me to. Ill make a man out of you tonight  if you want me to. Do you have a problem having sex with me knowing that Im your sister?" Shayla asked.

"No." I said.

"Youre sure now?  You know that NOONE can know about this, right?  I could get into some serious shit for this Mark.  Not only is this incest, but youre a minor as well.  Im looking at jailtime if anyone finds out about this, and you know that Mom is the kind of person that would push it.  You PROMISE to keep this between us?   I dont want to let mom ruin you by keeping you sheltered, so Im willing to let you fuck me whenever you want to, you know, to practice and be ready so that when you have a girlfriend, you can give her a great lay and have a reputation as a stud rather than someone who doesnt know what he's doing.   I dont like the word "slut", Mark, but I do love to fuck.   Im not like these girls around who act like its a chore for them to give a guy some pussy.  I love sex, and I like to get as much of it as I can.   So if you PROMISE to keep this a secret, Ill do whatever you want.  Ill show you everything you want to know." Shayla said.

"I promise Shay.  I dont want you to get into any trouble, and I know Mom would absolutely kill me for something like this.  I love you and I dont want you to go to jail, not after all the cool stuff you do for me and allow me to get away from Mom for a while.  Id go nuts if it werent for you." I said.

"All right then, its settled." Shayla said, and she got up and locked the front door, pulled the shades on the windows, and turned off the television.

"Okay Mark, come here." Shayla said, as she pushed one of the chairs in the dining room out into the living room, and pushed it up against the wall.

"Sit. Ill be right back." Shayla said.

I sat down in the chair, and waited as Shayla went to her room. 

"Okay, hands behind your back." Shayla said.

I put my hands back behind me, and I felt Shayla snap a pair of handcuffs on me, handcuffing me to the chair.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Just wait.  Its to keep you restrained while I work my magic.  For some reason, guys just have a lot of trouble keeping their hands to themselves until theyre allowed to touch me." Shayla teased.

Shayla went back to her room and came out with her stereo.  She set it on the kitchen table and popped a cd in and started it, and stood out in front of me as I sat in the chair.   Soon the Motley Crue song "She goes down" began playing, and Shayla began her sultry striptease for me.

As she sauntered around in front of me, she slowly began unbuttoning her nightgown while she gyrated her hips and tossed her head from side to side, flipping her gorgeous long brown hair left and right in the process.  As she unbuttoned the last button, she held the nightgown closed, and turned her back to me, holding the nightgown open and shaking her ass.

She dropped the nightgown to the floor, and slowly backed up to where I was sitting in the chair.  She bent over, and her ass was completely bare save for the small string of cloth that went right up her ass.  She rubbed her ass up against my hard cock, and ground her hips around in a circle, rubbing my cock with her ass.  

Shayla spun around showing off her perfect 34 D tits, her large nipples erect with excitement.  Shayla slowly straddled my aching cock, and sat on my lap, pressing her hands up against the wall behind me.  As she slowly ground her pantied pussy against my hard cock, my breath came in short, rapid breaths.   Shayla continued to grind against my cock, squeezing her tits together and breathing heavily as the song blared in the background.

My hands strained against the cuffs, and I wanted desperately to squeeze and fondle Shayla's perfect tits that were just inches from my face.  I now knew why she had restrained me.   Shayla reached down with one hand, and slid her thong to the side to reveal her perfectly shaved pussy as she ground her clit against the bulge in my sweats.

As the song came to an end, Shayla leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth, sliding her tongue into my mouth and twisting around with mine.  I didnt really know what I was doing, I was just sort of mimicking what she was doing with her tongue, and apparently it was working.  Shayla broke the kiss to catch her breath.

"Oh wow Mark, youre a really good kisser.  You sure you havent done this before?" Shayla asked.

"Nope.  Youre my first kiss actually." I said.

"Hmmmm.  Its going to be a whole night of firsts for you then isnt it?  And all of them with your sister.  I wanna be the first to do everything with you Mark. " Shayla purred.

Shayla slid down the front of my body, and tucked her fingers inside the waistband of my sweats.

"Now, lets see what youve got to offer a lady." Shayla said, as she pulled my sweatpants off.

As my sweats came off, my hard, throbbing cock was finally released from its uncomfortable position.  Shayla gasped when she saw it for the first time.

"Wow Mark, youve got a huge cock!"  Shayla said.

"Really?" I asked, not knowing how I actually measured up against other guys. 

"Oh my God Mark.  Its got to be at least eight inches, and its so fuckin thick!  Oooh I cant wait to suck this gorgeous piece of meat!"  Shayla said.

Shayla moved back up towards me, and as she took my hard cock in her hand and began to stroke it, a couple pearls of pre-cum oozed out of the head of my cock.  She began licking and sucking on my balls as she slowly stroked the length of my hard cock, and then she moved up and in one swift motion she took the entire length of my cock down her throat.

"Uuuuhhnnnn!!!!" I cried, as I my hands strained against the cuffs that held me secured to the chair.  Id never felt anything that even came close to the feeling of my cock in Shayla's mouth.

My cock was throbbing so hard as Shayla sucked me and before I could even warn her, my cock began to jerk and spasm as I blew my virgin cum in her mouth and all over her lips and chin as she took my cock out of her mouth and jerked me off until my orgasm had subsided.

As my hips stopped bucking and my cock had finished covering my sister's mouth with cum, I realised that this was what Shay was talking about earlier, and I just knew I had disappointed her.

".....Sorry" I said, embarrassed and looking away from her. 

"Its okay, Mark.  It was just too much, too fast.  As you get used to what we're doing, that wont happen.  Im sure there's more where that came from right?"  Shayla said as she finished licking up my cum off of her fingers.

"Yeah." I said, still rather embarrassed at my lack of self control.

"Well, dont worry about it, because I wasnt going to let you out of that chair until you had cum in my mouth anyway.  Here, let me take those cuffs off of you before you hurt yourself.  Im surprised you didnt break my chair." Shayla laughed, as she unlocked the handcuffs. 

I looked at my wrists, and they were marked where the cuffs had dug into them.  As I rubbed them to get the circulation back into them, Shayla stood up and directed me to follow her into her bedroom.

I followed Shayla down the hallway, and as I watched her pretty ass bouncing with each step she took, my cock was once again at its full throbbing size by the time I got to her bedroom.  Shayla laid down on her bed, and she saw that my cock was already hard.

"Mmmmm.  This is why I LOVE younger guys.  You guys can blow your load, and 2 minutes later youre rock hard and ready to go again.  Enjoy it while it lasts little brother.  It doesnt last forever." Shayla said.

Shayla laid back and propped herself up against the headboard of her bed, and spread her legs, showing off her already glistening pussy.  She slowly rubbed her middle finger down her pussy lips, and back up again, stopping momentarily to play with her clit.

"Why dont you come here and lick my pussy for me Mark." Shayla purred.

"Okay." I said, and I crawled up onto the bed with her.

Shayla spread her pouting pussy lips for me, and rubbed her clit.

"Lick me right here babe.  If you wanna get me all hot and bothered, just suck and lick my clit.  You can lick my pussy, and that feels good too, but you gotta make sure you give my clit most of the attention if you wanna make me scream."

I started kissing my way up Shayla's inner thigh, slowly licking and sucking on her soft skin, trying to act like I knew what I was doing.  As I got nearer to her steamy pussy, I could feel her leg muscles  tighten, and her breath catching in anticipation of when my tongue would make contact with her dripping snatch.

I didnt really know what I was doing, so I pretty much just dove in.  I started to lick her clit like she had told me, and alternated between licking and sucking her joy buzzer, and Shayla began to writhe like a snake underneath me, moaning and gasping as my lips and tongue danced over her clit.

"Ooooh!! Oh! Ahhh yesssss.  Oh yeah Mark.  Oh God, just like that, OH!  Unnh!  Mmm!  Oooh yeah, dont stop...keep going....ooooh...oh!! Oh!! OHHHH!! Oh yeeaahh!!!   Im cumming!! IM CUMMING!!!  Ahhh!"   Shayla cried out in lust.

Shayla's hips were bucking and moving in circles, and she grabbed a fistful of my hair and buried my face in her hot pussy as her orgasm rocked her body.   I slid my tongue into her pussy, and as I did, I felt the wave of her cream flood over my tongue.  She tasted as sweet as sugar, and I couldnt get enough of her. 

Hearing Shayla screaming and moaning while I ate out her pussy was without a doubt the hottest thing I had ever done.  Something came over me and I was eating her pussy like it was the last chance I would ever have to taste her.    Shayla released her grip on my hair and began squeezing her tits and sucking on her nipples while my tongue continued its assault on her sopping cunt.

"Aaaahh!!  Oh yes!! Oh God Mark, it feels so goood!  Uh! Uhh!  Uhh!! Yeah!!  Oh!  Oh God!!  Oooooooooooh!!  Oh FUCK ME!  I need your cock right now Mark!!  Fuck me now!!" Shayla screamed.

I got up on my knees in front of her, and Shayla was like a woman possessed.  She slid towards me, lying down flat on her back, and immediately grabbed hold of my throbbing cock and guided it into her very wet, and very willing pussy.

The feeling of my cock sliding into Shayla's pussy for the first time was like nothing I had ever felt before.  I could feel my balls drawing up and I fought with every fiber of my being not to blow my load all over the inside of her pussy immediately.   I tried to think of something that would take my mind off of it, and my mind drifted to what would happen if Mom ever found out that I was fucking my own sister.   The thought horrified me, but it did the job.

I began to slowly pump Shayla's tight, wet pussy, sliding my cock as far inside her as I could and then pulling it all the way back out. 

"Ohhhhh Mark....your dick is sooo fucking good.  Oh yeah....Oooooh....thats it baby.  Fuck my pussy.  Its yours Mark.   Im here for you...ohh!! whenever you want to fuck....oh! Im yours...Oh yes!" Shayla whispered as I slowly slid my dick in and out of her pussy.

I leaned down and began to suck on Shayla's erect nipples, taking in as much of her gorgeous breast into my mouth as I could.  I flicked my tongue over her nipple in my mouth, and lightly nibbled on it as I squeezed and played with her other breast. 

"Oh yes Mark....youre a fast learner baby.  Ooooh..  Youre already better than some guys Ive laid.  Mmmmm!!  Oooh!!  Of course...Oh!! With that wonderful...Uh!! Huge cock of yours....Ohhhh!!  Oh!!  Youre not going to leave too many...Unnnh!!  women unsatisfied!!  Mmmmm!"

I began to quicken my pace now, as I got acclimated to the feel of Shayla's awesome pussy, and soon I was pounding her cunt faster and faster, burying my cock to the hilt and bouncing my balls off of her asshole.  

"Oooooooohhhh!!  Oh yeah!!  Yeah baby!! Fuck me, fuck my pussy baby!!  Ahh!  Ooooh Mark!!  I want you to cum inside me!  I want to feel you cum!" Shayla cried.

Hearing Shayla talking dirty to me like that, the feel of her tits in my hands, and her pussy stroking my cock, it was soon too much for anything to take my mind off of it.  Cum was boiling in my balls, and nothing was going to hold it back.   I felt my cock begin to spasm and throb again as I shot stream after stream of hot sticky cum into my sister's pussy. 

"Uuuunnnghh!!  Oh! Oh Shayla!!  Your pussy feels soo fucking good!!  Im gonna cummmm!!"  I cried as my orgasm hit me so hard I nearly passed out.

"Ohh yeah.  Cum for me baby!" Shayla cried, her hands gripping my ass and burying my cock as deep as it would go into her body.

As the throbbing in my cock subsided, I collapsed on top of Shayla, feeling her rock hard nipples pressing into my chest.

Shayla was sucking on my neck, and running her hands over my back.

"Youre a man now Mark." Shayla whispered into my ear, slowly grinding her hips against mine, my cock still buried in her pussy.

Shayla rolled over on top of me, and began kissing me deeply, her tongue dancing around mine.   She sat up, and squeezed her tits together and began licking her nipples as she worked her pussy up and down my cock, which was rapidly returning to its rock hard form.

"Oh yeah. Yeah.  Oh God Mark, youre a great lover!  I cant believe how fast you get it up again after cumming!" Shayla moaned as she began to fuck me at a steady pace.

I grabbed two handfuls of Shayla's ass, squeezing and massaging her incredible ass as she bounced up and down on my dick.  The harder I squeezed her ass, the hotter she got.  Shayla was getting hotter and hotter and I spread her ass cheeks apart and began thrusting her hips down onto mine.  My fingers wandered around to rub and probe her tight little asshole, and Shayla was rapidly approaching another orgasm.

"Oh!! Oh Mark!  Ah!  Ooooooh baby Im gonna....Im gonna cummmm!!!" Shayla screamed as her pussy juices flooded down over my cock.

I kept up a slow, steady pace of sliding my cock in and out of Shayla's pussy, all the while playing with her asshole. 

"Mmmmmm.....Ohhhhhh.  That feels so good.  Do you want my ass, Mark?"  Shayla asked in a sultry voice.

"Yeah." I said, still playing with her tight little hole.

Shayla slid off of me, and got on her knees in front of me, her pretty ass on display just for me.

"Fuck my ass, Mark.  I wanna give you everything.  I wanna feel your cock throbbing in my ass." Shayla moaned.

I got into position behind her, and pressed my wet and sticky cock up against Shayla's asshole.  I slowly applied more and more pressure, and soon my cock pushed through and I couldnt believe how tight it was.  I thought that Shayla's pussy was tight and felt so good, but her ass was even better. 

"Oooooh!!  Ohh...easy!!  Easy!  Ahhhhh!!  Oh yeah Mark!!  Ohhhhhhhhh!!" Shayla screamed as I began to slowly fuck her asshole. 

Shayla grabbed my hand and moved it around her waist and placed it on her clit, and I began to rub and play with her joy buzzer as my cock slid in and out of her ass.  

"Ahhh!  Ahhhhhh!!  Oh God!! Oh God Mark!!  Dont stop....dont stop...Dont stop fucking me!!!  Oh God Mark!!  Im gonna cum again!!"  Shayla cried.

As Shayla's orgasm hit her, I felt her asshole tighten and spasm, sending sensations through my cock that I just could not withstand.   Before I could even begin to try to stop it, my cum shot from my cock, blowing my load inside her incredibly tight ass.

"Ahhgghh!! Oh Shay!  Im cumming!!!" I screamed as I blew my cum in her ass.

"Oh yeah Mark!  Gimme your cum!!" Shayla cried as she continued to fuck my cock with her ass, clenching her ass and bucking against me until my orgasm had subsided.

My head was spinning, and as I pulled my cock out of Shayla's ass, she moaned again and then turned around to kiss me deeply.  She pulled me down onto the bed with her, laying her head on my chest, listening to the pounding of my heartbeat.

"Wow Mark.  I had no idea that you would be this good." Shayla said as she ran her hands over my chest and stomach.

"Me neither" I said.

"So, how did you like your lesson?" Shayla asked.

"I dont really think I got it all the first time.  You might have to show me again." I teased.

"Oooh.  Youre on babe. Like I told you, I love sex. I love to get fucked and Im not ashamed to admit it. And....I love you.  So anytime you need some pussy, you know that you always have a place you can come and get laid.  No way those hardons of yours should go to waste through jacking off, when I could be playing with it."  Shayla purred.

I ran my hands over Shayla's gorgeous breasts, squeezing and playing with them.

"Id much rather play with these and have you play with my cock than be by myself too." I said.

"Mmmm.  Im glad you like them.  I absolutely LOVE your cock.  The great thing is, youre only going to get better.  You were great and this was just your first time.  There's still a lot that I can show you too." Shayla said.

"Oh yeah, like what?" I asked.

"Hmmmm.  Come with me, and Ill show you." Shayla said as she headed toward the bathroom.

"You ever see any shower scenes, lil brother?" Shayla asked.

"A couple." I said.

"Well, youve never seen anything like the one that WE are gonna have." Shayla purred.

As I got up to follow Shayla into the bathroom, I knew that this was without a doubt going to be the best birthday of my entire life.   Shayla had given herself to me, a gorgeous woman to fuck whenever I wanted, to perform any sexual fantasy I desired.   How can you beat that?