It bothered Jo that she should feel this way about them.  For apart from their color—the Whites were black—they fit the neighborhood quite well.  Perhaps, for their five-bedroom house was large, their cars expensive, they would have made an even better fit in a more upscale neighborhood—a Bel Air rather than a Brentwood, a Flintridge rather than a La Canada, an Anaheim Hills rather than an Anaheim.

          Not that she had any aspirations of her own to move further up the ladder.  Her house was perfect—thank you very much—it sat on a third-of-an acre lot—and now that her husband was gone and her daughter away at college, it was just a bit more than she could handle.

          Mr. White—she did not yet know his first name—drove a huge Lincoln—a realtor's car, and Jo surmised that he owned his own business.  He was often away for days at a time and whenever his car turned up in his driveway, he would be on the cell phone in a conversation that often went on long after he was parked.

          Marge White drove a sporty two-seater Mercedes.  The car looked small on her, for she was a big woman, broad tipped, and ample bosomed. "I's a big woman all over," she said once in a put-on ghetto accent for she normally spoke perfect English.

          The Whites had their groceries delivered for the most part; Jo always went to the store herself. She'd done so even when her husband was alive, and now, of course, she couldn't afford to do anything else.

          Jo loved her own house with its backyard pool, though the daily cleaning the pool required could be a chore.  The Whites had both a terraced outdoor pool and an indoor swim-in-place.  She could occasionally glimpse shadowy figures through the frosted glass.

          The Whites had a 14 or 15-year-old son named Noble who went to the local high school.  At least, she supposed he did.  The boy didn't seem to have made any friends yet, so she couldn't be sure whether he was in high school or middle school.

          There was a second son, also, much older, who put in the occasional rare appearance, usually in a full-dress army uniform.

          He could have been Mrs. White's brother, of course, rather than her son.  Jo really didn't have any way of knowing.  In fact, given the number of months the Whites had lived next door to her, it was amazing how little she knew about them.

          This bothered her.  She knew all her other neighbors but not the Whites.  She wasn't a racist, she knew that.  She'd gone to school with Hispanics and although she hadn't actually dated any of them, they'd been friends.

          No, her not knowing them was simply another part of the grief process, her almost-complete withdrawal from society after her husband’s death.  This was a pity, for she was still a relatively young woman albeit one with a college age daughter, and her body still firm and desirable was simply going to waste. 

          The time came—it was inevitable that it would--when she and Mrs. White pulled into their driveways one morning at almost the same moment.  When Jo got out of the car to carry her groceries in the house, there was Mrs. White to give her a hand. And from then on it was Marge and Jo.

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Chapter 2

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The Whites had not been well-to-do long, Marge confided.  But they had been moving steadily upward during the past decade.  "It's the Internet.  Joe doesn't understand how it works or even how to hook up our own computer, but he's really made it pay off for us."

          Jo wasn't sure just how the Internet had paid off for the Whites or what it was they sold exactly.  But she knew it had made Marge very happy.  The White's house was the proof.  "Each of our houses has been bigger and better.  And the neighborhoods.  This is such a wonderful place to live.  And the schools are excellent." 

          Thus it was that Jo learned the names of the White's two sons, Noble the youngest who lived at home and had just started high school, and Ronald who had graduated and was in the Marines.

          She also started to meet Marge's friends, most of whom were left over from the previous neighborhoods in which the Whites had lived.  An older friend Millie, a cousin of Marge’s, was a frequent visitor along with two of her friends whose names Jo learned and as quickly forgot.  Another regular caller was Velma, a younger woman, with a truly startling bosom, "False," Marge confided, "She gets them bigger every year."

          Marge was quick to confide in Jo although Jo was not sure she wanted to hear all that Marge had to relate.  Millie was post-menopausal, had hot flashes, and a husband who was demanding as ever.  Marge's own husband had moods; he was also, Marge suggested, uncaring, "he wants oral sex and forgets about me."  But, "he was a very good provider," and Jo gathered that in Marge's view this was what really counted.  "Besides," Marge's said with put-on accent, "They's plenty of younger mens who likes big titties" and shook her giant bosoms by way of illustration.

          To Jo's relief, Marge did not demand equal confidences in return.  Jo did not want to discuss her own sex life, which had been virtually non-existent since her husband's death.

          In truth, it had been non-existent unless one counted the deputy sheriff who had informed her of her husband's accident.  He'd come back later, held Jo in his arms, stroked her hair, played with her bosoms, and although she'd had an orgasm as they stood for what had seemed an hour in her living-room, pressed against one another, at the last moment she'd asked him to leave.  Since then, nothing.

          "She needs to be milked," Jo had overheard Millie say of her.  And it was probably true.  Jo missed the loving attention her late husband had given to each of her small breasts.

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Chapter 3

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Marge swam in Jo's pool. And Jo swam in Marge's.

          Occasionally, Marge would swim nude in the indoor pool, not when the children were there of course, but Jo couldn't quite bring herself to do it.

          "What if your son comes home?"

          "Oh poo, look at the clock."

          Marge had a beautiful body, not fat as Jo had first surmised but big-boned, ample, all the bosom a man could ask for and perhaps a tad more.  And hips, Marge said, broad enough to guarantee a man would not fall off.  Jo couldn't recall a man ever falling off her own and giggled.

          In the afternoons, Marge would often have friends over to play whist.  At first, Jo, who had absolutely no idea what the game was about would just watch.  Then she was persuaded to play a few hands, "at least until Millie shows up."

          And then, abruptly, she was a regular at the table, and both the cards and money in front of her were hers.

          Innocent and innocuous though the penny per point game of whist seemed, somehow, one afternoon, Jo had lost two hundred dollars.

          "Don't worry," Marge assured her. "I took care of it."

          "But you can't," Jo stammered, "Two hundred dollars.  That's too much.  I'll pay you back."

          "Don't be silly.  You don't owe me anything.  Besides, I got you into the game.  Anyway, the money didn't come out of my pocket.  I simply explained to everyone that this was your first time and it would be unfair to take advantage of you."

          Relief swept through her. "It was my first time."

          Marge laughed. "You do owe me a favor, though."

          "Anything," Jo said.  She was immensely grateful, pleased a debt she could not afford had been so easily swept away.

          "I want you to go out with my son."

          "Marshall?" Jo thought that was the name of the son that served in the army.

          "No, Noble.  Now don't give me that strange look.  He's at the age where he should be dating girls, but he's too shy.  Doesn't know how to ask them, and when I tell him how easy it is, he'll say, 'Where shall I take them and what if I don't do the right thing?'.

          "You know how it is, you had teenagers."

          "Girls," said Jo, "But I do understand."

          "I want him to take you to a movie.” 

          "But why me?  I mean surely one of your friends."  Jo realized she’d almost said, one of your African-American friends, and blushed.

          "You mean one of my colored friends? Don't apologize.” She added when Jo continued blushing.  “There's something you should know and that's the reason I chose you.

          “Follow me."  Marge led the way down a long hallway to her son's room.  It was everything to be expected of a teenager's bedroom though perhaps neater than most.  A desk, a rug, a bed. A poster of Puff Daddy on the door and one of Kobe Bryant above the desk. A closet whose door closed and locked, Jo hoped, so the boy could at least have some area that could be considered private.

          A bureau held a series of trophies.  Noble must be some kind of athlete.  One for Little League, one for soccer, but most were for basketball.

          Photos were also taped to the wall about the bed, candid snaps rather than the staged photographs on the wall above the bureau.  "Take a look at these," Marge said with a wave of her hand. 

          Each and every photograph was of Jo, snipping roses, collecting mail, or simply walking into her house grocery bags in hand.

          Most of the snapshots were in side view revealing a bust that Jo had never realized she possessed.  Her breasts filled a B-cup at best, had filled out to a C only once late in her last pregnancy.  Not more than a mouthful.

          Marsha saw where Jo was looking.  "I loved breast feeding," she said, "I hope you did too.

          "Noble and Marshall were both rabid feeders.  My husband does his best, but it's not quite the same. I'm always having to shout, 'Suck harder.'”

          Jo blushed, remembering.  She still couldn't believe how casual Marsha and her black friends were about sex.  Sexual references and stories had occupied most of the conversation at the whist table.

          Breast-feeding was wonderful. And it had been a long time, even since her husband had.  If the truth were to be told and Jo certainly wasn't about to tell Marge, the first time she'd ever had an orgasm was while someone was fondling her breasts.

          "You're blushing," Marge said.  "Us black folk blush, too, it just doesn't show up as easy."

          They both laughed at this and until Marge gave her a call almost a week later, she'd almost forgotten about her promise to go out with Marge's son.

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Chapter 4

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"That dress won't do," Marge said and Jo was somewhat offended. 

          Jo thought the clothes she'd selected for the finally to-be-realized date with Noble were ideal.  The baggy dark black ribbed sweater that fell to just below the hips of a stylish gray long skirt was both conservative as befit an older woman and flattering to her figure as befit a female who was really not all that old.

          As Marge led Jo into what Marge called her sewing room, she said, "I want my son to think of you as a woman not a mother."

          "Too conservative?"

          "Exactly."

          Marge reached into a pile of folded clothes and pulled out a gray cardigan.  Try this on instead, she said.

          "It looks even more ... "

          "Try it on."

          Jo changed clothes, feeling uneasy particularly as the cardigan was a good deal smaller and tighter than she felt comfortable with.

          "It's the bra," Marge said. "Look in the mirror."

          Marge was right.  The cross-your-heart brassiere that had gone well with the baggy sweater had stretched the cardigan out of proportion.  "Slip it off," Marge said, "I'll get you another one.

          "No, don't take off the sweater, there isn't time."  Jo wriggled like a contortionist slipping the bra off one shoulder and down the other and out a sleeve.  Removing, then replacing the sweater, she thought would have been far less time consuming. Or had Marge simply wanted to watch her struggle.

          An adolescent wail sounded from the hallway, and Marge slipped out of the room.  "I'll kill him."

           Apparently, Noble did not want to wear a jacket and was being told in no uncertain terms that he would wear the clothes his mother has laid out for him or else. This went a long way to explaining why Marge was so pushy; she was used to ordering men, a husband and two sons, around.

          What Jo saw in the long vertical mirror opposite the sewing table while waiting for Marge to return was not at all reassuring.  The sweater was the right length and its color went well with the gray of the skirt, but it was far too tight and without a bra was not much better than going topless.

          "Time to go," Marge said almost the instant she re-entered the room.  "Leave the boy alone for another minute and he'll either faint with fright or get his clothes dirty."

          Jo couldn't believe Marge was serious about leaving. She was far from ready to go out.  Where was the brassier Marge had gone to fetch?  She gestured toward the mirror. Marge looked at the mirror, looked back at her, and then gave a shrug, "So?"

          "My nipples are showing."  And indeed Jo's nipples were standing upright like soldiers eager to leap forth from concealment.

          "Oh pooh, you can handle it and him, too." was Marge's only comment. "He's going to learn to be a gentleman."   And so braless, Jo went off with Noble on his (and her) first date.

          Noble had said virtually nothing to her after a simple mumbled greeting in Marge's living-room so that she'd been forced to make most if not all of the conversation.  He’d held the door open for her, and then, once outside the house, he'd started to run across the grass toward her car, stopped, as if suddenly remembering the instructions he'd received from his mother, and returned to walk sedately by Jo's side.

          To her surprise, he waited by her car door till she was within, and only then dashed around to the passenger door.  He was every inch a young pup who'd received one too many instructions.  Not quite sure of all he'd learned, but desperate to please his mistress with what he did remember.

          Jo wanted to laugh, but of course she couldn't, not without offending him.  Instead, she gave what she hoped was a motherly smile.

          Once underway, Noble quieted and again all efforts at conversation were left to Jo. His fingers reached out once for the radio, till remembering whose car it was and the instructions he'd been given, they dropped back frustrated in his lap.

          "Would you like me to turn on the radio?"

          "No mam, no Mrs. Turner."

          And it was no mam and yes mam to virtually all other questions including "do you like school?" and "what's your favorite sport?."

          Occasionally, Noble would run a finger along his neck under his collar and tie—yes, he wore a tie—but he sat still, almost rigid for the most part.

          When she glanced over at him, he would usually be staring straight ahead, though once, she was sure, he'd been staring sidelong at her.  At the same view that was in his photographs, although with, she realized blushing, a little more nipple showing.

          The theater was a multiplex . This meant they had to go through a series of "what would you like to see?" "It doesn't matter, whatever you like." "No, you choose."  In the end she'd named a picture she'd thought would please him. As it turned out, he wasn't sure that was the movie he'd bought tickets for or, later, if the movie for which he'd bought tickets was the one they actually saw.

          He was very very nervous.  His only moment of take charge, one which reminded her curiously of his mother, was at the refreshment stand when without consulting her he bought two large 7-Ups—no problem, she liked 7-Up—and a large, no, a gigantic bucket of popcorn.

          The bucket of popcorn, she could tell once they sat down, hid a marked erection.

          He was so cute, yet so terrifying at the same time.  What could one say to a boy that age that would put him at his ease? While they watched the previews, she thanked him for the popcorn, sipped her drink, and gave him several bright smiles.

          Twice she caught him looking at her breasts, but that was to be expected, what with the tight sweater Marge had given her to wear and no bra.

          Because he'd been so shy before, had been so inarticulate, the hand that reached up in the darkness after the lights went down in the theatre and touched her chest was all the more surprising.

          Of course, she was partly to blame.  She'd followed Marsha's instructions to some extent, letting her breast "accidentally" come in contact with his arm, taking his hand and touching his knee him each time there was an exchange of popcorn.  But still the hand on her breast was unexpected.

          Even more unexpected were the fingers that had grasped and begun to stroke her right nipple.  She ought to tell him to stop but the sensation was so pleasurable, the strokes and tugs were so gentle that she simply gave way to it.

          What was showing on the screen was a blur.  She looked up and down and to the side, but when once she looked at him, he was staring back with such intensity that she had to look away.

          At some point, the hand had gone beneath the sweater and had begun to explore each breast in turn.  His other hand had ventured once onto her thigh, but she'd grabbed his wrist before his hand could go further had gripped it tightly while she had the first of her orgasms and heard him give a cry of pain.

          She'd had one and perhaps several orgasms by the time the lights went up and the film was over.  I hope nobody asks me what the film was about, she thought inanely, because I don't remember anything.

          What do you say to someone who is fourteen or fifteen who has taken you on a first date and given you more pleasure than you'd had in a almost a year, more pleasure then you ought to have let him give you on a seventh or eighth date?  "Are you fourteen or fifteen?" she asked.

          "I'm almost fifteen," he said.

           Of course, he was in high school not middle school; he'd told her earlier.  Then they were walking up the aisle, across the lobby and into the fresh air. "It was a great picture," he said, "I liked it a lot."  Then, as if once again remembering instructions he'd been given, he added, "Thank you for coming with me."

          They sat quietly in the car for a few moments, before she remembered to reach down and turn the key.  Before she could complete the action, he leaned toward her across the seat as if to kiss her. Quickly, she leaned away.  Kissing wouldn't do at all, would only present the wrong message.  But her lips had never been his intention.  And retreating so that her head was back against the car door had only placed the real targets more firmly in his reach.  It took only half a second for him to lift her sweater and his thick lips to engulf her turgid nipple.

          The feeling was wonderful and it was all wrong.  It went on for several minutes, five, ten, before the sucking ceased momentarily.

          In between, she'd resisted several attempts to have her place her hand in his lap but finally, worn down from the struggle she let her hand lay where he'd placed it.

          His pants were damp; obviously, he'd already come once with excitement.

          Her own crotch was damp and sticky. She wasn't sure how much more she could take of his form of lovemaking.

          His sucking was so frenzied, just as his mother had described, that after awhile she asked him to wait.  "My breast hurts," she said, and carefully transferred his attention to her other nipple.  She held his head there for several moments, her hand gently cradling his neck.

          "Finish me," he said.

          She looked down at him puzzled. "I'm sorry," she said, "You'll have to stop; it's really beginning to hurt.  Both of them.  I'm out of practice."

          "But I haven't come yet. I'm almost there."  She could hear him unzipping but did not want to look down.  She could imagine his penis though, big and black and throbbing.  The next moment his big dick was in her hand and she was stroking it up and down as he'd requested.

          It took only seconds before his cum filled her hand and began to drip from her arm.  "Wait," he said and got out the handkerchief his mother had so obviously ironed and folded so he might look impressive on his date.  He carefully dried her hand with the handkerchief, and then, unexpectedly, took the cum he'd gathered and held it to her lips. She tried to back away, but he separated her lips and poked the cloth inside. She licked the cum from the cloth as was his intention, then remained passive as he cleaned her arm and again brought the handkerchief to her mouth. Again she sucked the drops from the cloth.

          "I've still got some 7-up left," he said.  "Do you want it?"

          She nodded and rinsed her mouth.  "Why did you do that with the cloth?" she asked.

          "My Dad told me girls really like it.  Did you like it?"

          She could tell he was eager to have her say that he did and would be disappointed if she were to say anything else. The fact was that she did like it and had missed the taste.  She couldn't believe that at one and the same time, she was worrying about whether any had spilled on the sweater (which she would have to return—where had Marge got such a small sweater from?) and how she wanted to take his penis in her mouth and suck the last few drops from its tip, though by now his penis was sure to be shriveled and small.

           The parking lot grew dark suddenly as the lights of the movie theater were extinguished.  She could see the last of the theater employees exiting the now-darkened theater.

          "Are we goin t'go," he asked from the seat beside her. His voice was firm and controlled, no longer hesitant and unsure of itself.

          She gave a half-ashamed smile and started the car. "I'll take you home." He reached over before tightening his safety belt and gave her a peck on the cheek.  Something he must have seen his father do. And then they left the lot.

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"Well to be honest i only woke when i heard the screen door close so this is all catching me by surprise lil miss misschief: i whispered back. She moved a lil closer and as she did the lanket rose and fell causing a woft of air to blow up over us. The smell of my and katy's cum was ripe so i quickly tried to pass of the smell as Bleach or something. Kristy was not fooled easily how ever and moved even closer with her now much fuller breast pushing against me she whispered " you sure its bleach smells like something else to me".

The previous night i had reacted so nervously and cautiosly too Katy's action but this morning I was different Kristy wasnt drunk, she knew what she was saying and doing and i was getting turned on no end! "So ......" she whispered and traced her hand down my belly until it was resting just ontop of the wiast band of my briefs. "you gona tell me what the smell really is or am i gonna have to investigate myself? Her whisper bring her lips so close to my ear and neck i could feel her breath. I aint sayin a word" i replied hoping like hell she would invetigate. I didnt need to hope much as, as soon as i finished the sentence her hand slipped under my briefs andfor the second time in less than 12 hours i had another cousin with her hand wraped around my hard cock. Thee difference this time was this was an older and alot more confident and experinced cousin.

Kristy with out saying a word sli down under the blankets being carful not to bump kate and took my in her mouth. She took 3 long deep sucks then silently returned to my ear. "You have cum at least once already in the last lil while i can taste it" her whispers had turned  raspy and sultry. my free hand was now laying between me and Kristy her body against it, her tits in to my shoulder and my finger near the top of her board shorts. " well this is one part i didnt touch last night i siad and i sli my hand straight down the front of her shorts under her nikkers and placed it firmly on her pussy. She shudderd and to my surprise she was totally shaven and dripping wet. I started rubbing my finger up and down the full length of her pussy and she quickly undid the draw string on her shorts and wiggled out of both them and her nikkers. she lay back and her out side leg spread out from under the bad and she let it slip down so her foot was hanging completly off. kristy was wriggling and she pulled the front of her bikini down to expose her full d cup tits. she worked her nipples as i started to work her clitty! Her breathing was increasing and i quietly shooshed her as moans started escaping her wide open mouth. she let out another moan and this time i knew Kate would have to have heard it. I stopped rubbing Kristy's clit and glanced down at kate. Her eyes were open staring at her sister who hadnt stopped wriggling her hps into my hand and squeezing her nipples. Kate didnt say a word she just grabbed my cock and started rubbing it again. I was in heaven!! Kate lifted her head and moved my arm out from under her. She grabbed my hand and put it straight up under her skirt to my yet new surprise of no nikkers at all

i started rubbing Krisy again who was oblivious to her lil sisters awakening and she instantly started moaning again. Kate's pussy was tight she wiggled a lil and then pushed my middle finger inside her. She let out a lil breath but still Kristy didnt notice. Kristy with her eyes closed mouth open was surley about to pop, Kate was rubbing me and i wanted to cum all over both of them. Suddenly kristy stopped playing with one of her nipples and swiftly put her hand under the blanket only to grab a hand full of her sisters pumping little hand! Her eyes shot open and her head moved quickly to look across at her sister, but at the same time her body went into orgasmic spasm which caused a chain reaction.a few more pumps and i pushed back the covers with my non needed hand and started bursting strings of sticky cum up on to my stomach and chest and as soon as the first string landed Kate was off spasming and twitching through her orgasm.

AS we all came down our eyes were darting from one person to the next. Kate was the one out of all of us that seemed un phased she wasstaring more at the cum all over my stomach and chest and with out any warning she rolled over onto her side and licked along string from my chest. I let out an appreciative moan as she took another lick. Kristy not to be out down moved down and wrapped her lips around my cock starring straight at her sister as she sucked and licked every inch. Kate watched with intent and she started rubbing her smaller perky tits as she watched her sister. The sight was amazing and it took no time for me to start getting hard again. Kristy's eyes looked up to me as she felt me growing in her mouth she was now on all fours between my legs and kate was still next to me but now rubbing her clit at the same time as caresssing her now exposed nipples. My eyes were like pinball machines they darted from one amazing view to the next. Could this get any better i thought to myself.........?

 “Are you ready to shove off, Sweetness?”

 “Yes, daddy, I have my bags packed and I’m ready to go.”

 “How is it going, Marge?  Nice to see you again.”  He said as he walked up to the door.

 With a frown on her face, she said: “Great, now that you’re going to take the brat with you.”

 “Let’s not start, Marge.  She’s not a brat and I’m more than delighted to have her with me.”

 “Well, she’s ready.  Have been since early this morning.  Couldn’t slow the brat down.  Just take her and go.  Good riddance, I say.”

 “Well, as soon as I get her things in the truck, we’re off.  It’ll take two or three days to drive there, depending on how often I stop, but I have two weeks before I have to sign into the base.  I’ll have her stay in contact so you’ll know everything is fine.”

 “Sure, what ever.”

 He picked up the luggage and Kelly struggled with a piece.  They loaded them into the SUV and got in.  Kelly waved at her mother and Simon just nodded.  Marge gave a half-assed wave and went into the house as Simon started to drive off with Kelly still waving.

 The driving was easy and Kelly found a satellite station that she liked and started to groove with the music.  She had on a halter top, with her stomach bare, short shorts, that showed a lot of leg and tight into the  pelvis area, sandals with socks.  Simon had loose fitting, knee length shorts and a polo shirt.  He was dressed for driving and the further he got away from Kelly’s mother, the better he was feeling.

 “Well, Sweetness, we’re in for a long, long drive.  Just relax and just tell me when I have to stop for the restroom or anything.  OK?”

 “OK,  I’ll let you know.  I can hold it pretty good.”

 “Don’t want you to strain yourself or anything.  We have plenty of time and I can always find a place to stop.  Just say so and I will.”

 ‘OK, I’ll tell you.”

 After a few of hours of driving, Simon glanced over to see what Kelly was up to because she had gotten quiet.  She was sitting on one ass cheek and was sound asleep.  Simon was thinking that she had to go to the toilet because she had both hands between her legs and was lightly rubbing.  Simon began looking for a rest stop or something so that they both could have a break.  Simon saw a truck stop and pulled in for gas, a snack and a short rest.

 Simon parked at the end of a line of cars that was in front of the diner.  He put his hand on Kelly’s shoulder and lightly shook her.  Her eyes popped  open and  her shorts got slightly wet.  As she wet her pants, she looked startled and grabbed herself, as if to hold it in.

 “You’d better hurry to the bathroom before you wet your pants even more.”

 “I can’t go out there all wet.  I don’t know what happened, I’m sorry.”

 “It’s ok.  You have to finish urinating and change into dry pants.”

 “I can hold it and change right here.  I just can’t go in public with wet pants.”

 “Yes you can.  No one will see you.  Make a dash for it.”

 “No, I can‘t do that.  Wait…..I’ll get something out of my bags.  Just keep watch for me.”

 With that, Kelly got onto her knees and leaned over the front seat into the back seat to search one of her bags.  She had her ass sticking up into the air with the wet stain all over her shorts.  She found what she was looking for and turned around and began to slide her shorts off.  She did not hesitate and just slid them down her legs, along with her panties. 

 Simon’s jaws just dropped open and he swallowed hard.  His dick did a quivering motion and his eyes could not leave his daughter’s pussy area.  She had a light matting of wet peach fuzz with protruding lips encased in the soft tissue called thighs.  Simon knew it was wrong ogling his daughter this way but he couldn’t help it and his dick got rock hard.  He didn’t think his dick could get this hard around his daughter but he just couldn’t help himself.  This was the most erotic scene he had ever seen. 

 Kelly just look at her father and smiled.  She lifted one leg to put it through the leg hole of her shorts and her pussy just seemed to wink at Simon.  She did the same with the other leg and stopped pulling up her shorts at her knees.  She opened her glove compartment and grabbed a few tissues and began to rub   her pussy dry, then she finished pulling her shorts up.

 “What, no panties?”

 “Don’t need any.  They don’t fit me right anyway.”

 “OK, if you say so.  You’d better hurry to the bathroom.  I’ll wait here for you.”

 Bob wanted to wait because he did not want his daughter to see his boner.  He had to have time to digest this and to get his boner to go down.  This is turning out to be a longer drive than he thought.  Simon was hoping that nothing else will happen before they got to North Dakota.

 Kelly came back, Simon went to the bathroom, then they went in to eat.  The entire time that they were eating, Kelly was continuously talking in between bites of food and Simon was trying to comment, all the time thinking of the episode in the truck.  His dick was hard again and looking at his lovely daughter did nothing to make his dick go soft.  All it did was make him harder.

 They finally finished and it was time to get back onto the road.  He had to get up to leave but he was still hard.  He had to try and when he got up Kelly saw his predicament.  She snickered and whispered into his ear.

 “Daddy, did I do that to you?”

 “I’m afraid you did, I’m a man, you know.  For that matter, you can’t go around doing that to me or anyone else.”

 “Ahhh daddy, it’s ok.  It’s only you and I wouldn’t do that around anyone else.  I’ll help you get out to the truck, just stay close behind me.”

 As Kelly led the way, Simon could not but notice the jiggle of her ass cheeks and knowing she did not have panties on was a big turn on.  His dick was like a bar of steel.  For the first time Simon looked at his daughter in a new light…. pert little tits, soft, firm protruding ass cheeks, soft smooth skin, pretty smile, happy go lucky attitude, simply beautiful.  He couldn’t keep his mind, let alone his eyes, off his daughter  and he was proud as hell at seeing his daughter turning into a beautiful young lady.

 After topping off the tank they hit the road again with the music blaring.  Kelly fell asleep but a while later it was time to find a place to spend the night.  Simon pulled into a motel and, as Kelly slept, went in to register.  Right away Simon knew things weren’t going his way, the motel had one room with one bed.  He thought about driving further down the road in the hope of finding another motel but decided to take what they had.  He was thinking that this is going to be rough.

 He got Kelly up and they went into the room.  It was at the end of the motel area and, like all the other little cottages there, it was a few feet away from the rest.  Simon went in first, turned on the light and looked around.  It wasn’t much larger than an ordinary hotel room and sure enough, there was only one bed.  Kelly slipped around him and ran to the bed and flopped onto it.  She grabbed the remote and the information channel came on.  Bob closed the door and set their luggage by the wall.  He drew the curtains closed and sat on the bed also.

 “Wow, look!  They have a XXX channel.  Let’s watch.”

 “I don’t think so.  Let’s get ourselves cleaned up and turn in.  It’s been a long day.”

 “Ooookkkkk, but I don’t see why not.  Maybe we can watch a little after we get cleaned up.”

 “What is this about watching XXX?  Do you know what that is?”

 “Of course I do.  I’ve watched it many times at home.  Mom‘s boyfriends left a few and mom bought some, so I watched.”

 “What!  You watched them?  With who?”

 “Mom.”

 “And exactly what do you know about what you watched?” 

 “What I saw on the tapes was what I have seen mom do, that‘s all.”

 Simon was shocked.  He just couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  His 15 year old daughter have been watching porn and watching with her mother, no less.  All sorts of things was going through his mind.  Why would her mother do this?  What was she watching her mother do?  He had a million and one questions but he only asked one.

 “Did anyone touch you?  Ahhh, you know what I mean.”

 “Oh, no, mom said that I had to be at least 16 then I would go to the highest bidder.”

 “The highest bidder?  16?  So you are still a virgin, right?”

 “Yes I am, but I did masturbate a few times and I lost my cherry by doing that.  Mom doesn’t know because she said I must keep my cherry for the highest bidder.” She said this so nonchalantly.

 “You seem mighty happy about the whole situation.”

 “Why not?   From what I saw in the movies, everyone looked real happy.  I want to be happy too.”

 “Well, all of that have changed.  No more of that, understand?  Now get cleaned up and hit the sack.”

 “OK.  But you know what?  Mom got real mad at me when I told her I wanted you to be my first.  She slapped me and said to forget that.  I didn’t mention it again but here I am and I love you dearly and I still want you to be my first.”

 Simon gasped: “I don’t think so, Sweetness.  You know they put men in jail for a long, long time when they  mess with young girls, don’t you?”

 “Of course I do.  But, who’s going to tell?  Not me and I know you won‘t either.”

 “Look, go get cleaned up, we’ll talk about this later.  But, right now, I have to clear my head and think about what has just happened.  My mind is so screwed up right now.”

 Kelly got a few things out of the luggage and went into the bathroom.  After a while the shower started.  Simon just sat on the bed with his face in his hands and his mind was wondering all over the place.  How could his ex do this?  How could she plan to auction off her daughter?

 After a few minutes Kelly came out of the bathroom wearing a sports shirt that stopped at mid thigh and was rubbing her wet hair with a towel, causing her shirt to rise but not quite showing what she had on underneath the shirt.  The sight would cause a train wreck, to say the least.  She had the cutest smile and smelled so wonderful that a whiff would put a man in a narcotic trance.  Simon’s dick jumped and started to swell, his eyes would not leave her body.  His mouth was gapped open and he had stopped breathing, he swallowed hard.  All he could see was the mildly fleshy swell of the thighs slightly parted and her pert breasts trying to punch through the sport shirt.

 Simon regained his senses and hurriedly started for the bathroom and muttered that it is his turn to use the bathroom.  He hurriedly entered the bathroom, shut the door and leaned against it.  He started to perspire and muttered that he had to settle down, the beating of his heart had to slow.  He turned on the water, got out of his clothes and got into the shower.  His dick would not go down because all he could think of and see is a beautiful woman with the body of a goddess.  He knew that he could not go back into the bedroom in the state that he is in so he began to slowly jack himself.  He wanted to relieve pressure so that he could be near her and go to sleep.  After all, that is his daughter and  no way could he touch her in the sexual way she was asking.  No way, no way.  He kept jacking and finally spewed cum all over the shower wall.  He thought that now he could lay beside her and everything would be normal.

 Simon came out of the bathroom in pajamas, also rubbing his hair with a towel.  He stopped short and stared at the TV.  Kelly had a pornographic movie on and was in bed intently watching.

 “Kelly!  What are you doing?  Change the channel.  You shouldn’t be watching this.”

 “It’s ok.  Like I have told you, I’ve seen things like this before.  If you think that is gross, I’ve seen worst.”

 “Seen worst?  How?  When?”
 She sighed and said:  “Like I said, I’ve watched mom.  She’s done all of these things and worst.”

 “What do you mean you’ve seen mom and it’s been worst?”

 “Didn’t you know?  Mom is on crack and she prostitutes herself to get what she want.  That’s why she was going to auction me off to the highest bidder and she would do whatever they wanted.”

 “But you said you watched.”

 Snickering, she said: “Well, a lot of times she didn’t have her door closed or she would be in the living room.”

 Bob grabbed the remote, turned the TV off, sat on the bed and just looked at her.  “You’ve had a rough life, Sweetness, haven’t you?”

 “It wasn’t so bad.  I learned to take care of myself and I have been around  a lot of things that most kids don’t even know about.”

 Bob hugged his daughter and slowly rocked her.  “It’s over now.  You’re with me now and I won’t let anything hurt you.  Never.”

 “I know.  I love you.  Always have and always will.  That’s why I wanted to live with you.  Plus, I don‘t want to be auctioned off to someone I don‘t want to be with.”

 “It’s ok now, Sweetness.  I’ll take care of you.  Now get some sleep and tomorrow we’ll start another leg of the trip.  I had no idea that this was happening to you or I would have taken you away sooner.  Just get some sleep and I’ll try to also” 

 With that, Kelly laid her head on a pillow and Simon got up to turn the lights in the room and bathroom off.  Kelly asked him to leave the bathroom light on and just leave the door ajar so that it is like a night light.  Simon turned off the room lights, did as she requested to the bathroom and got into the bed.    He laid on his back and could feel Kelly beside him, touching him.  He was thinking of all the things that Kelly told him and it kept replaying, in his mind, over and over and over again.

 Kelly turned onto her side, scooted close to her dad, put her arms around his neck and kissed him on his cheek. Then she threw a leg over him and said: “I love you”.

 Simon could feel her pert tits resting on his shoulder and her leg against his cock which made his cock begin to rise.  The heat, oh, the radiating pussy heat.  The heat from her pussy was radiating against his side and she didn’t have any panties on, which made his cock even harder.  Her soft touch was overpowering  and her smell was invigoratingly making him drunk with her scent.  He was trying to make himself realize that this is his daughter but he was fast loosing the battle.  He began rubbing her back, from her head down to beginning curve of her bare ass.  The more he rubbed the more he was loosing his willpower.

 “I love you too, Sweetness.  I love you oh so much.”

 As he turned to look at her, she planted a lip locking kiss on his lips and began a tongue action that took Simon’s breath away.  He, having lost the willpower battle, started to feed her his tongue.   He wrapped his arms around her and their tongues began to intertwine.  Kelly flipped over on top of her father.  She sat on his midsection, with her sport shirt high around her waist.  She was on her knees, still in a lip lock with her father.  He was returning the kisses and rubbing her back down across her bare ass cheeks.  His cock was harder than it ever have been.  His pajama shirt had slightly risen causing her bare pussy to be on his stomach.  Her pussy was like an oven and leaking, oh so warm and wet.

 Kelly stretched out onto her father and began to kiss him all over his face.  She reached between them and grabbed his cock and he almost came on the spot.  He grabbed both of her ass cheeks and began squeezing.  Kelly moaned.  As Kelly squeezed his cock, Simon moaned and began to gasp.

 “Sweetness, we can’t do this, we can’t.  It’s wrong, I’ll go to jail and it’ll ruin you for the rest of your life.”

 “I won’t tell and you won’t tell.  So, what’s there to worry about?  It won’t mess me up if it won’t mess you up.  We’re two people that want each other….I may be young but I know what I am asking for and I know what I am doing.  I have dreamed of this for a long, long time.”

 “Sweetness, I want you too but you are my daughter.  Look at the stigma.”

 “There’s only a stigma if people know and no one will know.  And, before you say it, I am on the pill, so don’t worry about that either.”

 “Ok, you win, but I have had a vasectomy and it wasn’t because this moment may happen.  I love you dearly and don’t want to mess up your mind.”

 “If what mom was doing didn’t mess up my mind then this won’t do it either.”

 With that Simon began an attempt to unbutton his pajama shirt.  Kelly slapped his hand away and began doing it herself.  Simon started to squeeze her tits and massaging the nipples, which grew quite long.  She had his shirt open and began to run her hands over his chest and playing with his nipples.  This made Simon feel really good.  She then scooted down his legs and unsnapped his pants, began pulling them down and, with the help of the little light coming into the room, stared at his cock.

 “Oh God, this is so neat.  This is the closest I’ve been to a real cock.  I’ve seen them from across the room but never this close.”

 “Take your time, Sweetness.  There’s no hurry and if you change your mind, it’s ok.”

 “I won’t change my mind.  I’ve finally gotten this far and I don’t want to stop now.  Please don’t make me, please.”

 “I won’t Sweetness, just take your time.  Explore, examine, inspect.  Do what ever you want.”

 She finished pulling his pants off then pulled her shirt over her head.  This was the first time he had seen her naked since she was a baby and he was mesmerized by her beauty.  She grabbed her father’s cock  with both hands and began to slowing stroke it.  Pre-cum appeared and Kelly stuck out her tongue and put the tip into it.  She smacked her lips and grinned.  She looked at it again and noticed the pre-cum again.  This time she stuck a portion of the head into her mouth and sucked.  Simon damn near came.  She began playing her tongue around the head and put a tremendous suction of his cock while jacking him.

 “Sweetness, you keep that up and I’ll cum.  If you don’t want my cum, you’d better either slow down or stop.”

 Kelly paused:  “That’s what I want you to do.  When you have to cum, just do it.  I want to make you happy and I want to taste your cum.”

 She started sucking and jacking plus running her wet tongue up and down the large stalk.  She was unsuccessfully trying to get his cock into her mouth.  But, her mouth was too small.  She was licking all over his cock and paid the most attention to the head of his cock.  She never stopped jacking him and used both hands to perform the job.  Every so often she would go down to his balls and lick, nip and suck.

 Simon could feel the familiar rumbling deep in his guts and balls.  It wouldn’t take much more of this before he came.  He wanted to warn her of his impending gusher but he remembered her saying to just cum.  When he came, he came hard.  He never had cum so hard in his life.  He thought that by jacking off in the shower, he would be able to hold out longer and not cum so much.  But his daughter bought it out of him in a huge volume.  She couldn’t catch it all in her mouth nor drink quickly enough.  She had cum running down her chin and hanging off her nose and lips.  She wasn’t angry but instead she was grinning broadly.  All Simon could do was ball the sheets into his fists and hang on until he stopped cuming.

 When he stopped, he was out of breath.  He sat up and grabbed his daughter, planting kisses all over her.  Tasting, never before, his own cum but loving it because his daughter caused it.  He entwined their tongues and began rubbing her all over her body.  He laid her onto her back and started to kiss her all over, starting at her lips and  slowly working his way down her body.  He only got as far as her thighs and concentrated there.  As he worked his way between her legs, she gapped them wider to give him better access.  At the same time he had his hands working over her tits.  She was in paradise,  audibly mewing and clutching the sheets as he was last doing.  He did not disappoint her because the heat and scent, coming from her pussy, was powerful and invigorating.  An elephant, pulling on him, would not be able to stop him from having a taste.

 Karen was feeling things she had never thought possible.  Never before had she felt like this, even when she used the brush to masturbate.  When her dad started on her clit, she couldn’t stop moving and crying out.  When he squeezed her tits and pulled on her nipples, she had to cry out for more.  Suddenly she was cuming.  She thought that was all but her dad never stopped nor did he slow down and she found another impending cum approaching.  This cum triggered a series of cums.  Never, never in her life could she have ever imagined this.  If she died, right now, she would be truly happy.  She had never been this happy.

 Simon was sucking as much cum as fast as he could but his daughter’s cum was combining with his cum on the sheets and was making a large wet spot.  His cock was also back to steel hardness, something he didn’t think was possible after the masturbation in the shower and the forceful cum his daughter bought out of him.  She tasted wonderful and she was cuming hard from his tongue in her pussy and his hands on her tits.  He took his hands from her tits and began to work a finger into her channel.  Karen arched her hips and was whining from pure pleasure.  When her father added a second finger, that drove her over the dam and she couldn’t stop the cum nor did she want to stop. 

 Her father added a third finger, from one hand, and put the tip of a finger, from the other hand, in her ass.  She did not complain, she just arched up from the bed and let the cum fly.  Simon’s hands were soaked and, since he was achingly hard he decided to give her what both of them wanted.  He did a push up between her legs, over her body, and began to slowly run his cock up and down her slit, including her clit.  This was driving her crazy and she was bucking so hard that he almost lost his balance.  So, he aligned his cock at her slit.  He looked down at her and she had her eyes closed , the sheets were clutched in her fists and her legs were along his ribs.  She wanted him badly and he began to comply.

 The first inch or so made her eyes pop open and she froze in place.  He let her get used to him a few seconds then began again.  He was about half way and stopped one more time.  He had the urge to feed all of his cock into her in one move but fought hard against the urge.  She was breathing hard but she still had a smile on her face and clutching the sheets.  He then slowly fed her the rest of his cock until his balls hit her ass and they were pelvis to pelvis.  He again waited and watched.

 “Are you ok?”

 “Yeeesss, go ahead.  Don’t stop.  It’s a wonderful feeling.”

 “Ok, the first time is the worst, cherry or no cherry.  The worst is over now”

 “Ohhh yeeeesssss.  Please continue.  Pleeessseee go.”
 Simon slowly started pumping while leaning more toward her head, in order for his cock to rub her clit.  After doing this for a while, he moved down a little and bent over to suck on her tits.  She was delirious and was continuously cuming.  She tried to put her legs around her father but she could not reach entirely around him the way she wanted.  She settled for having her feet flat on the bed and her pelvis arched, meeting his pelvis slap for slap.  On her own she sped up the action then the big tidal wave hit.  She just let out a scream, tears started running and she froze in mid air.  Her father never slowed down, he just kept pumping and pumping.  This was for his Sweetness and he was going to make sure she was more than completely satisfied.

 When Kelly came down from her high, Simon pulled out and had her get onto her knees.  This was for him now but he was going to make sure she came at least once more.  When Kelly complied, Simon inserted his cock, leaned over her and grabbed her tits, paying close attention to her nipples.  She was grunting again and so was Simon, along with the slapping sounds of their bodies meeting.  Simon’s balls started to churn so he reached  for her clit.  This sent her over the edge and he was along with her.  Simon let out a loud, long grunt as spurt after spurt of cum shot deep in her pussy.  Kelly let out a scream that would wake the dead.

 When it was over, Simon stayed in place, kept his weight off of her and waited.  She was smiling and crying and holding onto him tightly.  Simon was smiling also and was wondering what the future will bring.  He knew, however, that this was the happiest he has been in a long time.  If his daughter intended to remain his bed warmer, then he didn’t want to burst the bubble.  He slowly pulled out and rolled over onto his back.  Kelly laid down beside him, hugged and kissed him.  Simon stroked her hair and lovingly looked at her.

 “Take a long, hot, soaking bath.  Just soak for as long as you can to help with the soreness.  OK?”

 “OK dad.  I’ll do what ever you say.  You know best and I’m your concubine, right?”

 “Where did you learn that word?  You‘re full of surprises.”

 “I read a lot, I guess.  And as long as we can remain together, that‘s what I want.”

 “And, you continue to do well in school  or all deals are off.  Get it?”

 “I will and I got it.  I love you.“

 “I love you too, Sweetness.  Now scoot to the bathroom.”

 With that, she gave him a peck on the lips and ran to the bathroom.  Simon just laid back, with his hands behind his head, smiled and shut his eyes.
 

 

I rotate around and get on all fours at an elevation in which I can see both here face at the head of the bed, and her clit. Noting that I’m in a comfortable position, she begins by reaching her hands and teasing her breast a little. 

“Hey,”  She suddenly states. “Stick a finger in there, I want to show you something, and I know you want to.”  I decide to take her queue and stick my index finger inside of her vagina.   Its warm, and immediately gets my already used member restarting.  But the texture is not as smooth as I think it would be.  Its rather dry, and somewhat sticky.  From the wetness I had experienced earlier, this is kind of an upset.

“Okay, now take it out.”  She says, and of course I fallow. 

She then proceeds to masturbate herself.  She begins squeezing her breast much more enthusiastically than what she did before.  She plays with her nipples, both flicking them and squeezing them.  She squeezes the main bodies, in a playfully manor.  I can easily see the perfectly toned skin revile the mess of nerves and flesh inside every time she squeezes them.  Oddly enough, seeing this aspect of her internal anatomy gets me more fired up.  After only a few seconds of stimulation, I can see my sisters nipples begin to increase in  size, and the shade of her breast darken to an almost rosy red.  As she does so, her body twitches ever so often in an involuntary way.  I look down to her pussy which is  also shifting to a darker shade, and her little clit beginning to emerge from its hiding place like some sort of small animal growing more confident in its safe surroundings.   Little did it know, it would be expected to work for its new found freedom.  Eventually, my sister passes her hand down to the little appendage and touches it ever so slightly.  Her body immediately bucks at the sensation.

“Huh.”  She lets out. 

I then realize just how pleasurable this must be for her.  She touches it again, sending an identical response as the first time.  I try to look at her face, but its fully bent back, and she is completely lost in her own world now.  Suddenly, and without warning a rather slick looking white substance comes poring out her vagina.  Its obvious that this must be the stuff that wet her panties earlier.  As I watch it poor out, it reminds me of sugar water, but the density is much higher, and it moves much slower than water does, like a very watered down oil (if that is possible).  I decide to sample some of this drink. I reach my figure to it, taking a small sample of this female juice, and place it on my tongue.  The taste isn’t as bad as one would think.  Its rather salty, but still sweet at the same time.  The combination of the flavors is rather hypnotizing, and before I know it, I’m back taking an even larger sample.  To do so without touching her is quite easy as these juices are now flowing unrestrictedly.

Eventually my sister manages to pull herself back from la la land long enough to say,

“Now stick it in.”  Her tone is such that I’ve only heard on what little porno I’ve ever scene. 

I stick my finger in, and instead of the course, sticky pavilion I was introduced to earlier, now its smooth, and easily penetrated.  As my finger quickly sinks in as far as it will go, my sister lets out a gasp, but by the time I can respond, I’m already as far back inside of her as my figure will go.  Inside, I find a unique world.  Its mainly smooth and free of obstruction with the exception to a small bump and a rather net like opening.  I place some pressure on the net, and my sister lets out an odd yelp.  Its not like anything I heard before, and more so suggestive of pain than anything else.  I retract my finger away from this structure only to come to the only other structure in her vagina.  I bump it along the way, which sends my sister bucking rather oddly. 

“Wait, there.”  She says in a panicked sort of way.

I stop removing my finger, and go back to the spot from earlier.  I press up against it once more, sending my sister bucking again.  I figure this must be some sort of sensitive spot, as it renders her unable to even feel herself up.  I proceed to begin a light assault on this spot.  I press it like a button, each time getting the response I want. 

“Huh, huuh.”  My sister yells out. 

Juices come flowing out of her much faster now, and the walls of her pussy contract, gripping my finger as if trying to such it in, but I continue my action.  I increase my subtle velocity to one more energetic, but she is already to far gone to care, in fact she is now shivering at the sheer rub of my figure against this place.  Her legs begin to close as she almost seems to try to defend herself against my finger, but I’m having too much fun to stop. 

“No wait, Jason, I have to go.”  She says almost unintelligibly.

I barely even understand her as I push this button as hard as I can.  It immediately causes her to convulse, rather dangerously from my perspective. I decide enough is enough (she is still my sister after all) and try to abort to check how she is doing, but the final bullet has already been launched.  As her body comes back down to the bed, my finger is inched into the position it needs to hit her spot once again just as hard as I did the previous time.  Immediately she convulses uncontrollably, and attempts to say something but can’t and fluid, this time from a new section of her slit, comes flying out of here, getting all over myself and the bed.  I pull my finger out, but the damage is done.  I can only watch her lay there shivering, and peeing all over the place.  Of course, a sample of her fluids hits me in the face, and out of stupidity I use my tongue to sample some of it.  It tastes sort of like regular water, except for the same sweet, salty issue I got from her other juices.  I look to her for an explanation, but realize I won’t be getting one anytime soon. 

To Be continued….

I said I was positive and that I had already been fucked a few times.

Did your first time hurt.

I said a bit.

David asked me did I bleed - I told him not much but they all got  blood on their cocks.

Then he said ok lets fuck you and then we can come back and do this some more – I never imagined it would be like this with a girl as young as you. You are amazing.

On my second trip there, I saw a young black cutie there. She had tiny tits and a face that made me seriously wonder of she really was 18. I wanted to bone her, but some young guy was lavishing all kinds of singles on her. Shortly afterwards, I saw a dancer who turned my head around. She looked a lot like my stepsister. I had never had sexual feelings for my step, but this cutie was making my head swim. I hurried to the stage to tip her. You have to tip while they're still clothed to make sure they will give you a dance because other guys will ask.

We went to a private room. Her first act was to stick her pussy in my face and pull her thong aside to let me look at her bald pussy. I stuck my finger in her. "Oh baby, can I put my dick in you?" I asked. "Yes!" she excitedly answered. I started to open my pants. "Shouldn't we talk about price?" she asked. "How much?" I asked. "Two hundred, in advance".

I handed her the money. She handed me a condom. I put the condom on. She lowered herself on me. She thrust violently on me for five minutes, then she lifted herself off me. She grasped my dick. Panting, she said, "You wore me out". She then expertly used her fingers to get me off without the usual sliding up and down of the hand.

I went back about a week later. It was during the day. A young but not attractive hispanic woman was onstage. As I tipped her, she pulled her panties aside to show me her pussy.

She staggered offstage towards me. Obviously stoned, she slurred into my ear:"For two hundred I will fuck you". We went to a private room. She took her panties off and hung them on a hook on the door. I was still unzipping when she lowered herself on me. I was having unprotected sex with someone who might be a junkie. However, like the other girl, she gave up after a couple of minutes. She started a handjob on me. She felt me stiffen and opened her mouth to catch my cum. I paid her and arranged the next day for a blood test.

I next went to a different club in an industrial area. The sign out front had changed from cabaret to Adult Entertainment.  I was swooped in on the second I walked in. An ugly black woman with fake tits let me finger her. I later ended up with a real cutie, but she was pissed at men. Although she let me touch her pussy, she wouldn't let my finger in.

I next went to a nude club. A real cutie took me in the back for a private dance. She gave me three dances and I was about to find another girl when she told me for that two hundred we could "go all the way". We fucked, but she rushed it, and she didn't worry about making me cum.

My second trip to the nude club, I spotted a gal from the first topless club. She hadn't let me anywhere near her pussy during my visit to the topless cub, but this time she explained "I'll let you touch anything, but don't put your finger in me. If you want to fuck you have to wear a condom".

We fucked for a long time, but I never came. She finally gave up on me and told me she was tired. I immediately found another gal. She was multi orgasmic, letting me finger and eat her. She told me she didn't fuck on the first date, but I should see her on my second visit.

I finally looked at my bank statement a couple of weeks ago. It's going to be a while before I visit another club.

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Everytime we talked Donna would become more relaxed around me, she was a big tease. One Saturday afternoon I went to check on something, she was washing her car, Donna had on shorts and a midriff cut off white T-shirt, everytime she bent down to wash she made sure that I was directly behind her, this allowed for a look at her pirky little tits, she would look up to make sure I had taken the oppertunity to look, she just smiled.  I tossed a bucket of water on the front of her shirt and "walla" her titties appeared through the thin wet fabric. 

My office was an executive type with a large Jacussi available to those who worked in the building.  Just about every afternoon when the afternoon slump hit I would get in for about 20 minutes, take a cold shower and back to work.  Donna knew about the Jacussi and kept asking if she could get in it.  One evening I decided to let her get in.  She went home grabbed her swim suit and was back in a flash.  We went to the locker rooms and changed, I was in the water when she walked in.  The lights were down low while we talked, splashed, touched, and teased.  About 10 minutes into our hot tubbing I told her that it felt much better to take off the suits when all the water and air jets were on high, off went my suit out on the deck.  Donna looked at me like, 'are you sure'?  I smiled and said go a head you'll love it, she ask me to turn the lights completely off, which I promptly did.  Off went Donna's suit.  This was getting interesting, our flirting and teasing and touching was at the point of the "First kiss" I wondered if I dared make the first move.  The water was very warm and about every 15 minutes we had to get out to cool off.  We climbed out in the dark holding hands so as not to trip over each other.  I sat down on the floor then Donna sat directly in front of me draping her legs over mine.  We slid very close together and talked, I had been rock hard since she took off her suit.  Donna made the first move, she leaned forward and kissed me, wow, could she kiss.  I slid closer so I could put my arms around her, she also slid closer.  With her legs over mine her pussy was tilted up slightly so that when we made the last adjustment for more kissing the tip of my cock slipped into her labia, she was soooo wet and Hottttt!  But Donna froze just sitting there with the tip of my cock in her sweet pussy lips. I was waiting for her to withdraw but, she didn't she just sat there for the longest time as we continued to kiss ever so passionately. 

Donna broke off the kiss and said "We probably shouldn't"  I said Ok but she did not withdraw, I could feel my pre cum leaking into her hot pussy lips.  Was she a virgin?  Maybe she was afraid it would hurt.  Oh how I wanted to thrust all the way into her, but I did not.  We sat naked in the dark talking for a couple hours before she went home.

The next evening about 6:00 Donna showed up and ask if she could get in the hot tub again, I said sure, she ask if I wanted to join her, I told her I had some work to finish up and may not be able to.  As she walked out of the office she looked over her sholder and said "Too Bad" with a develish smile on her face.  I thought she was so hot, so pretty and down right sexy, but what did she want with me, she was only 18 and I was 34, that's an old man by her standards.

I hurried through my stack of work and ran to the spa room where I found her naked in the tub patiently waiting.  I pealed of the cloths and hopped in.  She had brought a couple of candles for mood lighting.  I could see her perky breasts clearly now  they poked streight out from he chest forming perfectly shaped cones they were small sticking out only 2 to 2 1/2 inches Donna ask how I liked them, are you kidding those perky little things were great, for the first time I reached out to caress them, she loved it, she sat on my lap facing me so I could see and kiss them she couldn't get enough, Donna rubbed her pussy lips on the tip of my cock for about twenty minutes then ask if I would enter her, we both pushed at the same time, she was so wet and ready that my cock sliped in with ease.  We fucked in every position immagionable and we were still in the hot tub.  When we got out Donna was prepaired, she had bought blankets and pillows,  I could keep my hands off those firm little mounds, her nipples were little but, stiff as could be.  Donna lay on the floor with her legs apart and becconed me to get on top of her petite little frame.  She was redy for more sex no more teasing just fucking.  I took my time making sure she climaxed several times that night.

This was the start of an incredable romance, Donna kept me guessing.  One afternoon when got off work she came into the office (no one else was around) she pushed my chair back and climed up on the desk placing a leg on each side of me on the edge of the seat.  She looked me straight in the eye and slowly gathered her skirt until her pussy was visable, then she laid back and said "come on big boy don't you want to fuck my tight little cunt"?  I plowed into her until she came right there on top of my desk.

More another time, this isn't even half of the fun we had.  I think she loved the thought that she had what it took to seduce a married man kept her cumming back for more.  

Donna was and is one hot little BABE.

Ed