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Foster Daughter 3

Xx_Chaos_xX on Taboo Stories

Jason was sitting behind his desk in his large, corner window office. His construction company owned a large building in the middle of the city; his office was on the top floor, facing southwest. The rest of the top floor held a large drafting room for when he personally worked on the plans for a building, a conference room for dealing with clients, and a simple bedroom that held a small bed and a single bathroom, for times when he had to work overnight.

He sat behind his mahogany desk, nervously spinning his pencil in his fingers. He had long since finished his day’s work, but the thought of going home had his stomach in

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knots. He didn't know how he was going to face Sarah....

After forcing himself on his foster daughter he had gotten up and stormed out of the house. He had come here, to his office, spending the night in the small bedroom. He had called home earlier to speak to Margi before she left for work, and she had sounded like her normal cheerful self, only mentioning Sarah to say that she had left for school without her Economics book.

Jason didn't know what to expect. His behavior with Sarah had been unforgivable, but she obviously hadn't said anything to Margi...yet. He didn't know how he was going to be able to go home and face his foster daughter.

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Sarah was leaning back against the elevator wall, one leg crossed behind the other as she watched the screen counting up the numbers of the floors. She had gone home after school, but the time Jason usually came home came and went. It didn't take her long to realize that he was nervous about returning. She wasn't surprised, after the way he had left last night.

Figuring that he would have a hard time of it, Sarah decided to go to his office and get the hard part over with. She changed from her school clothes into a short black skirt and a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She only buttoned the two middle buttons, leaving her belly button and chest partially exposed, just enough to tease, but not enough to look slutty.

It hadn't been hard to find the building; she knew the address by heart. Once in the building she found out what floor from the receptionist in the lobby. The woman had offered to call Jason for her, but she had asked her not to, telling the woman that she wanted to surprise her "dad". The woman, a slightly older lady, had thought the idea sweet, and so agreed.

Now here she was, headed up to his office, nonchalantly singing along with the elevator music as she waited. A few men got on the elevator with her at the 2nd floor. They had entered the elevator chatting away, but when they saw her they fell silent, all three of them eyeing her from head to foot until they finally got off at the 4th floor.

Sarah had everything planned out. Some of the men she had seduced preferred their girls to act slutty, some preferred that she act unwilling, all men had their different tastes. She was fairly certain that she knew what Jason's taste was. He was attracted to her because she was open and lively and enthusiastic, if she came onto him in an overtly slutty manner it would contradict what he thought of her, and so it would turn him off from her. Instead she would play the part of the sweet, lovesick, but slightly confused girl. She would convince Jason that she was in love with him, and so she wanted him as her lover, but when he had forced her last night she had been frightened...but she could forgive him, and perhaps together they could make things right...

The young seductress was pulled from her thoughts when the soft ding alerted her that she had reached the top floor, just as the doors slid open. She stepped out into the carpeted hallway, going to the right as the receptionist had instructed. At the end of the hall there were two large double doors that led to Jason's office.

Sarah knocked lightly before letting herself in, catching her breath when she saw Jason sitting behind the desk. He was by far one of the most handsome foster fathers she had had yet. The clothes he wore could not hide his broad shoulders and muscular form.

Jason looked up as the door to his office swung open, expecting to see Kim, his receptionist. Instead there was Sarah, standing there with her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders. He didn't really know what to say.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out without really thinking. "What I did was wrong."

"How you did it was wrong, but there was nothing wrong with what you did," Sarah corrected him softly. At Jason's confused __expression she explained. "You love me, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but-" before he could finish Sarah cut him off.

"And I love you too. When two people love each other, isn't it only right for them to show it?" as she spoke Sarah moved closer, walking around his desk to stand next to him.

"Of course, but Sarah, I have Margi, I'm married." Jason meant his voice to be firm, but as the beautiful teen came closer his willpower seemed to drain away.

Sarah leaned against his desk, taking one of his hands in both of hers. "I know that. But I also know that Margi doesn't give you the love every man needs. I don't expect you to leave Margi for me. I just want to give you what you need, because I love you."

Her voice was so soft and reasonable. Her __expression was earnest. Jason had no doubt that she truly believed that there was nothing wrong with this. It felt so good to be near her, it would be so easy just to give in and agree with her....

"No," Jason stood up and took his hand from her. "It would be wrong for me to take advantage of you like that. Last night I made a horrible mistake, and I hope you can forgive me for it. I promise it will never happen again."

Sarah gave an inward sigh, a bit irritated. Apparently it was going to take a little more effort to help Jason get over his fear of doing something so taboo. But remembering how good it felt when he pounded into her last night, remembering the feeling of his hard prick plowing into her...that was enough to give her the patience she needed to wait for him to come around.

"It's ok Jason, there's nothing to forgive," she said with a sweet smile. "And if you don't want me anymore, that's ok too. But I still love you, and maybe one day you will change your mind about this." With that said, Sarah stepped closer to Jason, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him gently on the lips and then moving away before he had time to react.

Jason had to fight the urge to moan at the feeling of her soft lips on his. His hands had instinctively moved to wrap around her, but before they could touch her she had moved away. He watched, emotions in turmoil, as his foster daughter walked out of his office.

He sat down with a heavy sigh. The girl was so sweet and naive; she actually believed that because she loved him it was ok for her to relieve his sexual frustrations. Part of him was dying to take her up on the offer, but his conscience held him back, saying it wouldn't be right to take advantage of the girl's naive way of thinking.

In the elevator, Sarah was smiling smugly at her reflection. Maybe things hadn't worked out just as she had planned, but she knew that it had been hard for Jason to turn her away, and she also knew that he would be struggling with himself from this day forward, until he finally decided to give into his urges and take what she offered.

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In the weeks that followed, life went on as normal, as far as anyone could tell. Jason made up with Margi, taking her out on the town and promising that he wouldn't pressure her like that again. Margi was happy to forgive him, and things seemed to be peaceful.

Everyday Jason would come home from work, Sarah would already be home. She would act normally, and so would he. When Margi got home they would all have dinner together, making small talk and chatting about the day. On the surface everything seemed to be quiet.

But everyday Sarah carefully chose what outfits she wore, knowing that Jason would see her. She carefully planned where she would be when he came home. Every time she accidentally brushed up against him, every time she showed him some innocent affection, it was all carefully thought out and planned, designed to weaken his resolve to not touch her again.

Jason gave no outward sign of the internal struggle he suffered. He once came home to find Sarah laying on her stomach on her bed, her beautiful long legs held in the air, causing her skirt to ride up to expose her tan thighs and white panties. Sometimes, when they did something particularly nice for her, Sarah would hug first Margi and then him. Just a quick, innocent hug, but it took all his willpower not to grab her and hold her in his arms.

As it was, every night, after he and Margi had been in bed for a while, he would let himself out of the room and go downstairs to beat off. Sometimes he would go to the garage; sometimes he would go out to the pool house.

Every night he went, sometimes Margi was asleep; sometimes she was only pretending to be asleep. She didn't mind him going, she knew what he was doing, and she was glad that he was taking care of himself rather than trying to force her into sex. She never raised a fuss about it, because if she did she was sure that he would argue that he wouldn't have to do it if she would do her duty as a wife.

Both Margi and Jason thought that Sarah was asleep by these times, but they were wrong. Sarah knew all about Jason's late night masturbation sessions, and in them she saw a window of opportunity.


Sarah was lying awake in bed, her arms folded behind her head. She glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand; 1:03 in the morning. Normally Jason would have made his escape by now. She was beginning to think he intended to skip a night when she heard footsteps carefully making their way down the stairs. She smiled to herself as she thought over her plan in her head.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs ended as Jason reached the bottom step, and then there was a long silence as he soundlessly made his way across the marble floor. Sarah held her breath, straining to hear where he went. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of the sliding glass door of the backyard being slid open and then closed.

She got lightly to her feet and crept to the window that looked out into the backyard. Being careful to stay in the shadows she watched as Jason made his way across the lawn and to the pool house. She watched him until he disappeared inside; once he was out of her sight she turned from the window and walked to her full-length mirror. Tilting her head she studied the reflection before her.

She wore an oversized white t-shirt that covered her to mid-thigh, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Reaching up, she pulled the hair tie from her hair and watched as it cascaded down around her shoulders in long, silky waves. The girl in the mirror looked sweet as a child, with the body of a woman; her expression was the picture of innocence until her lips formed a sly smile. Sarah had been doing this long enough now to know when she had a man trapped, and tonight, Jason would be hers.

 

 

Jason had already begun his nightly ritual, wasting no time in opening up his robe and freeing the erection that strained against his pajama bottom pants. The pool house had several small changing rooms and two showering rooms for guests to rinse off. The main part was sort of like a small living room, with a couch, two smaller chairs, a coffee table and a TV set equipped with a VCR and DVD player. It was the wonderful thing about being in construction; he had been able to design ever aspect of his home.

 

Sitting down on the couch, he idly stroked his cock with one hand as the other picked up the remote control and turned on first the TV and then the DVD player. The porno that he usually watched was still in place, he trusted that Margi would have no reason to come out to the pool house since they had not guests.

 

Hitting play, the movie began. A teenaged girl was the first image to appear on the screen; wearing a pleated skirt, white thigh-high stockings, a white button up blouse that was only partially done up, her long blonde hair put up in pigtails. It was a very stereotypical outfit, but it was the girl’s face that attracted Jason the most. Her face still held a childlike quality that all women eventually lost.

 

The girl was posing for the cameraman in several positions meant to show off her firm young body. She tried to look serious and aloof, the way so many models do, but the girls face kept breaking into a smile and her laughter escaped her lips.

 

The next scene showed the very same girl, leading the cameraman through the house. It seemed as though it were a mock game of chase, the way she would run ahead a little, squealing with playful fright before turning to look teasingly at the camera, calling out “Come get me, Daddy.”

 

Hearing those words was enough to make Jason groan as he squeezed his fist up and down his hard shaft. For a minute his eyes fluttered shut as he imagined that another young girl was on that screen; one with brown hair and piercing blue eyes…

 

“Hold on, sugar,” hearing the man’s voice brought Jason’s attention back to the screen. The camera was focused on a large bed, the young girl was laying on her back, propped up on her elbows watching as the man appeared to be setting the camera up on some kind of stand. When the jiggling of the camera finally stopped a man who appeared to be in his late 30’s backed away, making minor adjustments with the zoom before smiling into the lens and turning to the girl on the bed.

 

The man, who was wearing only a pair of boxers, moved to the side of the bed and beckoned for the girl to come to him. He pulled his boxers down just enough to allow his already growing manhood free, stroking his hand up and down the length while the girl crawled across the bed to kneel in front of him.

 

“Suck daddy’s dick for the camera, sugar,” he ordered in a strained voice.

 

The girl took his cock in her hands, stroking it with her fingers while her tongue teased the tip. One hand grasped his ball sac, squeezing softly as the other hand jerked up and down at the base of her father’s hardening cock.

 

Her tongue could be seen flicking out to caress the cock head in slow circles. At first she took in only the head, sucking until her cheeks caved in. She began to pump her head slowly, taking a little more cock into her mouth with each downward stroke, looking up at the man’s face the entire time.

 

Daddy was obviously getting impatient with this slow teasing; he grabbed onto the girl’s pigtails and used them to drag her head down hard, forcing his hard dick down her throat.

 

Jason groaned when he saw the girl start to gag on the huge dick being forced down her throat. His hand began moving faster, his head fell back against the back of the couch as his eyes closed and all he heard was the wet sounds of the girl slurping and her muffled cries and moans.

 

He imagined Sarah, kneeling before him, between his legs, taking his cock the very same way. He imagined feeling her gag on his manhood while she looked up at him with those intense blue eyes. “Sarah…”

 

The mental image was enough to make him cum, and he would have had a voice not come from behind him just then.

 

“Yes?”

 

 

Sarah had walked in several minutes ago. The door was behind and to the left of where Jason was sitting, but he had been too focused on the screen to notice her enter.

 

She had slowly made her way to stand behind him so that she could see what he was watching as well. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what the movie was about, and she quickly lost interest. Instead, she focused on the man in front of her. She couldn’t see anything but the back of his shoulders and head, but she didn’t need to see it to know what he was doing. While he was absorbed in watching the movie, she watched him. She didn’t care what the man on the screen did to his daughter; she only knew that she wanted Jason to do those things to her.

 

He seemed to be on the verge of climax, judging by the way his pace quickened and his breathing began to grow erratic. As he leaned back against the couch, he moaned out her name, “Sarah…”

 

It was too good an opening for her to pass up. “Yes?”

 

 

Jason’s eyes flew open wide as he struggled to turn around and face the intruder. Sarah stood before him, her expression showing nothing.

 

“Sarah…what are you doing out here?” he demanded, though there was no real conviction in his voice.

 

“I heard something, it woke me up, so I came out to see who was back here,” she explained calmly, her eyes sliding from his face and down the length of his body that was exposed by his open robe. His firm chest, his flat stomach that showed a hint of the six-pack beneath…his raging hard on.

 

Jason noticed the trail of her eyes and quickly tried to close his robe. Even with the fabric pulled back into place, his straining cock made the robe tent outwards. “You shouldn’t be out here, it’s late, and you should be asleep.”

 

“So should you,” she said matter-of-factly. “What are you doing out here?”

 

“Nothing, I was just…watching a movie and I-“ Jason tried to sputter out an explanation, his face growing warm.

 

Sarah gave him a small smile, “Jason, I’m not stupid, I know WHAT you’re doing out here, but I don’t understand WHY you’re doing it out here. I don’t understand why a man like yourself is having to sneak around in the middle of the night to do what a woman who loves you should be doing for you.”

 

Jason’s expression hardened at the mention of his wife, his anger quickly flaring, “That’s between Margi and myself, it doesn’t concern you.”

 

Seeing that he was starting to get angry, Sarah began to move around the couch. She didn’t want him to get angry; it would make it easier for him to resist her. “Of course, but I’m not talking about Margi.” She pressed herself close to him, cupping one cheek in her hand. She could feel his firm jaw line and the muscles moving under her fingers as he clenched his teeth.

 

At her touch, Jason’s cock twitched. Her hand was soft against his cheek, her breath warm and sweet on his face. After just imagining her on her knees in front of him, and knowing he had already taken her once, it made it extremely hard for him to resist her. “Sarah, please, I told you…I made a mistake, and it won’t happen again. I had no right to force myself on you.”


”And what if I give you the right?” she countered softly. “It’s not considered forced when you’re only taking what I would give you willingly.” As she spoke she put her other hand on his chest, inside his robe, slowly tracing the contours of his muscles.

 

Her words startled him at first, but then he shook his head, “No, you’re only saying that because you’re too young to know any better. It’s my fault,” he tried to move away from her caressing hands before he lost all control again.

 

“I know that I love you,” she said, stepping with him to keep him from getting away from her. “I know that I want to show you how much I love you in every way I can. Isn’t sex one of the most intimate ways? Isn’t that why it’s calling making love?”

 

Her constant moving forward forced Jason back until his legs hit the edge of the couch, forcing him to sit down. “Yes, but Sarah-“

 

“You love me too, don’t try to deny it, I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me, or try NOT to look at me,” her voice held a tinge of amusement as she began to lower herself down in front of him.

 

Jason closed his eyes, knowing she was right, “But Sarah, even if I do love you, things can’t work out between us, I’m married.”

 

“I know that,” she slid on hand up his thigh, forcing him to spread his thighs wider so that she could kneel between them. “I’m not asking you to leave Margi for me, I don’t want you to change anything in your life. I only want you to let me love you.” As she spoke she tugged his robe open again, revealing his manhood that still stood hard as rock.

 

He sucked in a quick breath, feeling his resistance crumbling, “But Margi—“

 

“Won’t even let you touch her,” Sarah cut him off. “She denies you what you need the most. I love you, I don’t want to be your wife, I just want to give you what your wife refuses to.” With that, Sarah bent forward slowly, her eyes never leaving Jason’s as her tongue snaked out to lick the tip of his dick.

 

“Oh, God, Sarah…” he groaned loudly, his eyes closing as his head fell back and his muscles tensed. All resistance was torn away with a single flick of her moist, warm tongue.

 

Seeing that he would object no more, Sarah began to run her tongue up the underside of his manhood, starting at the base. Once she reached the head she sucked it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, coating it with her spit.

 

Jason’s hips jerked up involuntarily, his dick instinctively wanting to bury itself in the warmth of Sarah’s willing mouth. His hands squeezed the couch cushions underneath him as he tried to hold himself in check. He wanted to fuck her rough, without holding back; he wanted to work off all of the tension Margi’s little chastity vow had caused him, work it off using Sarah’s throat and then her tight little cunt.

 

Sarah took as much of Jason’s cock into her mouth as she could without gagging herself, her hands jerking off the rest of his length that could not fit. Her fingers felt how hot his dick was, traced the veins that traveled up the length of it. After a moment of mentally preparing herself, Sarah deep throated him, feeling Jason’s cock hit the back of her throat and continue slightly farther. She couldn’t stop herself from gagging.

 

When he felt Sarah gagging around his meat it was almost too much for him, Jason knew that he had to blow his load soon. He used her long hair to gently pull her head back, “Sarah, stop before you make me cum in your mouth,” his voice breathless.

 

“That’s kinda the idea,” she said when her mouth was off of him, her smile warm and teasing. “I want you to put your cum in me.”

 

The animal inside Jason demanded that he dominate her, this teasing little girl who thought she had so much control over things. He didn’t want to hurt her, just to show her who was in charge; prove his dominance.

 

“Oh don’t worry sweet heart,” Jason’s voice was more controlled now as he leaned towards her, “You’re taking this load whether you want it or not, but I have a different way in mind.” With that he lifted her and placed her on the low coffee table in front of the couch. He positioned her so that she was laying on her back with her butt close to the edge, so that her feet rested easily on the floor.

 

He moved between her open thighs. When she tried to rise slightly he used on hand on her shoulder to force her back down, “My turn, darlin.”

 

Sarah’s heart was racing as Jason forced her onto the coffee table. She strained against his hand, but was no match for his strength. She could only lift her head and look down at the space between their bodies. She could see Jason sliding her underwear off and dropping them to the floor, holding his cock in one hand as he guided it to her entrance. She could feel the wet head pushing against her, forcing its way inside of her. She was already wet, and so was his dick from her own spit, and so it slid in easily.

 

Jason did not thrust inside of her; instead he sank into her inch by inch. Sarah watched as his stiff dick disappeared form her sight, as if by magic. But she knew it was still there because she could feel it as it slowly made it’s way up inside of her. For a minute she thought it would never stop, but finally she felt his balls pressing up against her, and she knew she had taken his entire shaft.

 

“Oh, God,” Jason moaned out as he hilted himself inside of the young girl beneath him. Sliding into her was like sliding into warm silk. Her pussy felt like a glove around his dick, squeezing the length as her inner muscles contracted. He lifted her t-shirt up to expose her breasts, bending down to suck one of the nipples into his mouth, keeping his hips perfectly still as he remained buried in her.

 

Lifting his head, he looked down into her eyes, completely lost in the lust filled moment. “Whose pussy is it?” he asked in a commanding tone.

 

Sarah could barely catch her breath. Feeling Jason’s cock pulsing inside of her was all she had ever wanted, but now to have him taking control away from her was more than she expected. For a moment her shock caused her to remain silent.

 

When he didn’t get his answer right away, Jason jerked his hips forward as much as he could, trying to force himself deeper without pulling back at all, trying to hit her cervix. “Baby girl,” his words were slow and deliberate, “Whose. Pussy. Is. It?”

 

Though his voice was soft, it was also demanding, and his eyes told her he refused to accept any answer but the one he wanted. “Yours,” she replied in a gasping breath as she felt her cunt being stretched.

 

Satisfied with her answer, he pulled back until his dick was completely out of her. Then he sank into her once again, this time going a little quicker, but still taking his time so that he could feel it as every inch of his cock slid into her slick warmth.

 

Once he had hilted himself again, he repeated his question, “Whose is it?” He began to slowly pull back out again as he waited for his answer.

 

This time her reply was immediate, “Yours, Jason, it’s yours.”

 

“Call me ‘Daddy’,” he commanded harshly, this time he pounded his cock in with one quick, brutal thrust.

 

Sarah gasped at the pain mixed with pleasure, “Daddy! It’s yours, it’s yours Daddy,” she quickly corrected herself, though her voice was strained as she could hardly keep her mind focused on anything but the hard cock between her legs.

 

Hearing her call him daddy in such a lustful voice snapped the last strand of any form of control Jason had been holding onto.  One hand slid down between their bodies, his thumb easily finding the wet little nub he knew would give her the most pleasure. He began to piston his hips into her, his thumb grinding against her clit in time with his thrusts.

 

“Ohhh,” Sarah’s eyes rolled back when she felt the direct contact with her clit. “Oh, Daddy.” As she moaned out daddy she noticed he pounded even harder, driven on by the word. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she encouraged, her hands moving to grip his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist and her ankles locking behind him.

 

Her soft, moaning voice drove him over the edge. He pulled his thick cock completely out before plunging it back in as hard as he could. He used his free hand to lift her ass off of the coffee table while his other hand continued to grind against her sensitive nub.

 

The deep fucking was more than she could take. Sarah came hard on Jason’s pumping cock. The wave of warmth washed through her cunt, coating Jason’s dick even more. She trembled as her orgasm washed over her, and Jason’s continued contact with her clit made her gasp each time his thumb touched her.

 

Feeling Sarah’s muscles clench around him, Jason knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. He pulled back until only the head remained inside of her, “Beg me for my cum, baby.” It wasn’t a request.

 

Sarah was quick to oblige him, “Daddy, please cum inside of me. Please? I want to feel your cum shooting up inside of me, I want to feel my Daddy’s hot cum deep inside of me—“

 

Her words were more than enough. Jason drove himself in as deep as he could. When he was balls deep inside of the willing teenager he felt the first spurt of cum shoot out into her. He continued to thrust into her without pulling too far back, each thrust of his hips depositing another spurt of warmth into her waiting pussy.

 

Finally, when he knew he was done, Jason propped himself up on his arms, looking down on her, his shrinking cock still buried inside her depths. “I’ve really got to stop doing this,” he said with a sigh.

 

Sarah’s eyes had been lazily half closed as she enjoyed the after-orgasm glow. At Jason’s words they snapped open. “What? Jason, I already told you I WANT this and—“

 

Jason laughed at her near panic, “I didn’t mean stop this,” he thrust his hips forward slightly for emphasis. “Now that I’ve gone this far, this isn’t going to stop even if you wanted it to.” He laughed at her relieved expression. “But this is the second time I’ve cum inside you without protection…”

 

“Is that all you’re worried about?” Sarah smirked. “Jason, I started taking the pill when I was 14, now I just get the Depo shot every three months.”

 

Jason gave a small sigh of relief, but then his hand moved to grip her chin and make her look at him, “That’s good, I’m glad, but that is the last time you call me ‘Jason’, understand?”

 

“But Ja-“ Sarah began to speak but stopped when she saw the warning look in his eyes. “But Daddy,” she corrected herself, “what about when we’re with Margi, or anyone else for that matter?”

 

Jason thought it over. “Fine, I’m willing to let that go, but when it’s just us, I don’t want to hear you call me ‘Jason’ again, understand?”

 

Sarah gave a teasing smile, “Yes, Daddy.”

 

Jason smiled back, “Good girl,” he murmured before bending to kiss her tenderly, his tongue slowly exploring her mouth.

 

When he finally broke the kiss, Jason picked up her discarded underwear. He eased himself up and out of her and then quickly replaced her underwear to make sure that if any of his seed spilled out it would remain there. He may not want to get her pregnant, but there was something extremely erotic about knowing that his cum was inside of her, his sperm were swimming in her womb. A part of him would be inside her always, he would see to it.

 

After straightening their clothes they made their way out of the pool house. Jason led Sarah into her room, where he tucked her into bed and kissed her passionately before moving away and drawing the sheer curtains closed around her. “Goodnight, baby.”

 

“Goodnight, Daddy,” was the sleepy reply that floated out to him as he turned out the lights and closed the door.

Note: I'm sorry it took so long for me to write the third part, and I hope anyone who was waiting for it gets the chance to read it. I'm glad people seemed to like the first two parts, and naturally I'd like to hear what you think of this one. I do plan to write more on this particular story, as long as there are those who wish to read it.

~Chaos

Angel Alice 2: The Start of Something Beautiful

red87 on Taboo Stories

I don't think I slept a wink that week. I spent countless nights staring at the shoddy painting job on my bedroom ceiling and watching the flakes of what I was sure was asbestos drifting slowly down towards me. It was Thursday night and my parents were leaving tomorrow to head to Cape Cod for the entire weekend, they liked to leave me behind so that they could commit whatever carnal acts they had planned, and seeing as I hated Cape Cod and I had my own carnal acts to commit with a much more appealing partner.

What had happened a few days ago kept playing through in my mind from beginning to end, and every time I thought about it I immediately felt that annoying little bastard between my legs waking up and crying for attention...and I can't lie, that guy has me whip

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ped. So I had to take care of myself so much lately that I was chafing and I realized how horribly inadequate my right hand was compared to Alice. I just sat there, my eyes unable to close and my arms behind my head as I thought about her. It was almost pathetic how much she was on my mind lately, like I was getting obsessed with her, and she really was far too young for me to be feeling like that, right? Then again, I had already broken several rules on that particular front, and I never liked to think of myself as the kind of guy who would sleep with a girl simply to get my rocks off. I know that it's idiotic but I always thought that it was a bit of a special thing, something that should be shared between two people who really care about eachother. I cared about Alice, I cared about her a lot.

I sighed out loud and rolled over on my side, it didn't take me very long to realize that the wall wasn't much better than the ceiling....but it had stripes in it...so that entertained me for about three seconds longer than the ceiling. I finally managed to drift off to sleep, thoughts of my hand running up her silky thighs and the heat on my hand as I neared her tiny sex. I had taken something very special from her, and I wouldn't let her first lover be someone who had used her only for sex. If there was a God then I was most likely going to Hell, I had sinned BIG TIME! So if I was damned to hell because of his rules then I might as well do the right thing by MY rules. With that thought in mind I actually managed to get some sleep. Although it was pretty restless, filled with dreams of lithe young bodies writhing all over the place. I really was drowning in sin here, not that I could bring myself to mind. At least, I couldn't bring myself to mind enough to actually consider stopping what I was doing before it went any further.

I spent the entire day friday glaring at my parents for not being gone yet and glaring at the clock for not being at 4 PM yet. I felt like I had drank three too many energy drinks. (word to the wise, just stick with coffee, if anything) The aggression was more than I could stand, I must have spent the day in a constant state of arousal..which can be pretty tiring if you've got nothing to 'do' with it. I refused to waste the day masturbating at all, so I did whatever else I could to entertain myself. Mostly that seemed like going out back to the seemingly endless wood pile and chopping some logs with my old axe. I really don't consider myself that much of a hick or anything, but for some reason splitting wood has always calmed me, and it's great for the arms.

So 4:00 finally came around and I waved goodbye to my parents as they pulled out of my driveway with a smile and a throbbing erection. I waited until the car was completely out of sight before I made the mad dash back to the phone in my house. I immediately dialed the number she had left me on the note before, although I doubt I could have possibly forgotten it anyway. I had to dial the number three times before my trembling fingers actually managed to press the correct keys on the damn phone, and I can't even tell you how frustrating that got. When I want something badly I get unreasonably angry at things...my receiver still has a crack in it from the sheer force of my grip. I'm not trying to make it sound like I'm really strong or anything, it's a cheap phone made out of plastic. I finally did manage it, though and it was only one ring before she picked up.

"Hello?"

Oh, to hear her voice again. I has missed it even in the few days I had been away from her, she really does have such a beautiful voice, clear and sweet and high. I know I compare her voice to a silver bell every time I hear it, but I just can't ever seem to get over it. I was stricken for a few moments after hearing it, I actually had to compose myself again. I still haven't gotten any better at talking on the damn phone, I still sound like a bumbling idiot with a rat trap caught on his tongue. However I finally managed a weak, "hiya" in response.

"JOE!" She immediately shrieked back at me, I actually winced on my end of the phone and held the receiver away from my ear. "Hey Alice," I replied rather weakly.

"Are they gone?!" Damn, she was anxious to get over here, I actually felt rather flattered about it.

"Yeah, they just left, you can come over whenever you're ready." I said, my confidence swelling...along with one other part of my anatomy. Of course, that's why I used the word 'swelling'...so that I could make that all-too-obvious connection and try and make myself sound smart. That doesn't matter now, as I'm sure this little interruption will cause your eye to twitch the slightest bit, I'll get back to telling my story.

"YEAH! I mean....yeah...I just need to take a shower and get myself ready for you."

"Oh, Alice, you don't need to-"

But she had hung up the phone already and had most likely run off to take a shower. I only hoped to god it was a quick one. I lay on the couch where I had taken her virginity and just stared out my window. An eternity passed by, then another. I looked at the clock and three seconds had passed. After an almost infinite amount of eternities I saw her small form riding up on her bicycle. She was wearing a pair of pink cotton excercise shorts that clun so provocatively to the little globes of pearly flesh that capped the backs of her thighs. I could have said butt, but my way makes it sound less crude. She also wore the cutest little white shirt that was just as clingy as her shorts, and her being the tender age she was a bra really wasn't necessary for her, but I still appreciated the delicate swells of her budding breasts.

She pulled her bike to a screeching halt in front of my door, kicking it over and almost tripping in her anxiousness to get off the bike. I could only grin and laugh at her predicament. There was something just so beautifully honest about her, she wouldn't bother with trying to keep her dignity, it was pointless for both of us to even try. I figured I would take her road, seeing as we both wanted something from the other. I opened the door happily and scooped her up in my arms, she in turn leapt up at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her tiny torso against my somewhat larger frame. I held her tiny body up by reaching down around and supporting her by those irresistable buttox as she pressed herself as hard as she could against my erection. I felt like explaining to her that I really would never be able to manage that with the clothes hindering me.

At that moment, though all we did was kiss. I pressed my mouth against hers and she cocked her head, already getting better at this she moved her head to give me better access to her warm mouth. I pressed her against the doorframe and ran a hand through her slightly damp hair as I used my other hand to knead the flesh of her buttox through the sheer cotton material. I pushed the leg up further and slipped my fingers under slightly as I went to explore more forbidden territory. Our tongues lashed out at eachothers with no pretense of propriety. I needed her, right now. I also needed to actually get her inside before I fucked her stupid. Although the possibility of an audience was somewhat appealing, I can't lie about that. When I pulled away she was flushed and her eyes were half closed and glazed over with lust. Her lips were still slightly parted and as I pulled away and looked into her bright green eyes she whined a little and tried to move back in.

"We have all weekend, but first I think we should get that bike out of the front yard so people don't see it and wonder just what you're doing over here." I said to her. She stared at me, uncomprehending, for a few moments before finally nodding. She slid out of my arms, although on the way down her body was in constant contact with the bulge in my jeans and she was looking up at me with a shy little look on her face. I smiled down at her as she finally stepped away and wheeled her bike around back behind the house. I had a simply crippling erection at this point and I couldn't really walk properly. She was waiting for me at the back door as I let her in. She fairly rushed back into my arms as I gripped her again, swooping her back up in my arms and planting another passionate kiss on her soft lips. She pulled away and looked at me, finally speaking for the first time. "Last time I didn't get to see you naked....I want to this time." I only smiled and planted a quick peck on the lips, which actually turned into three or four pecks that increased in length. I finally managed to detach myself from the beatiful girl and smiled, "of course, we can take our time this time and do it right." I felt her tiny hands grabbing the back of my shirt and I assisted her in pulling it up over my chest. I stared down at her as I held her against me as her cool palms explored my hairless chest. I noticed a pattern in her movements, that is her hands kept trailing lower and lower. I grunted rather primally as she unclasped my belt with no small degree of difficulty and unbuttoned my pants.

I can't explain how incredibly enticing it really is to have a girl that young actually reaching inside your pants for the weapon that you'll be penetrating and ravaging her with again and again.

"I want you inside me again." She said in a hoarse whisper as I felt her tiny hand wrap around the base of my throbbing shaft. I felt her tiny hands running slowly up an down the entire, length, almost as if testing it out. As for how enticing it is to have her reach in my pants, that's NOTHING compared to hearing those words fall from the lips of a preteen like her. Who somehow managed to retain her innocent attitude (although maybe not her innocence) and still be absolutely desperate for me to fuck her. I'm sorry to use such a crude word, but at this point I was being drowned in a tidal wave of pure instinct and all I could seem to think about was how hard I wanted to fuck her, how loud I wanted to make her scream my name, and how much seed I wanted to fill her with. I carried her upstairs to my parents room, she was constantly kissing my neck and chest the entire way up, her hand never left my weapon. I finally managed to make it to the king sized bed and I roughly threw her down on it. She bounced up and down on the mattress for a minute, her legs splayed out and a surprised and lustful look in her beautiful eyes. She had done most of the work, all I needed to do was give my pants a quick jerk down and my erection stood free, pointing straight out with tendrils of clear precum oozing slowly down from the head. She stared at it, as if transfixed with it as I crawled onto the bed after her. Her breathing came in increasingly more shallow breaths as my large form loomed over her. I grabbed her shirt by the bottom and pulled it savagely up over her head, revealing to me for the second time those wonderfully soft little mounds of flesh capped by her hard pink nipples. I ran my hands over them, feeling the silky skin slide underneath my fingertips as I lowered them over her flat tummy and down to the top of her shorts. I pulled her pink cotton shorts off her, and to my surprise she wasn't wearing any panties. I didn't question it as I was presented with the view of her inflamed pussy lips and her tiny clit poking out from the top of her slit. Her arousal had soaked the inside of her thighs and all around her, leaving her mound slick and shiny.

"Please...just do it to me right now." she gasped as I hovered over her. A droplet of precum landed on her navel and she gasped again, "pleeease!" she whined, almost whispered to me. I wasn't one to object, and I understand that sometimes, right at the beginning, a girl just needs to be satisfied. There would be plenty of time for games, but now was about primal satisfaction that we had tried and failed to bring to ourselves while we were separated.

I placed the head of my cock at her pearly gates and pushed in, again amazed by how far her little snatch had to stretch for me to fit inside of her. She hissed sharply as she drew in air between her clenched teeth, still surprised at the size of me and being filled so much. I was still a bit worried, "Alice...does it hurt?" She nodded fiercely but then grabbed the shaft of my cock, "but I like it to hurt a little." she said, surprising me. I did remember how she liked me being a bit rough with her before, so I felt I had no choice but to oblige her and fill her up, so with one more inward thrust I embedded myself to the hilt inside of her tiny body. She threw her head from side to side and tried to impale herself further on it, one hand trailed up and she bit her lip as she simply lay there, writhing on me. I myself was in heaven, feeling her muscles clenching around me and her juices making her slick. She just felt so alive inside, like she was trying to swallow my member whole.

"Uh...I feel like it's in my tummy!" She groaned as she finally managed to get words out. I felt my cock twitch simply at her saying that and began to move in and out of her, pulling out halfway and thrusting in deep within her. She gasped and mewled slightly with every inward thrust, especially when I would press against her as hard as I could, forcing every millimeter of myself inside of her. I picked up the pace slightly. She responded with great passion, spreading her legs wider than I would have believed possible and moaning loudly in her girlish voice as my hunched form basically ravaged her. I was careful not to be too rough with her, but apparently she had other ideas. I wasn't one to deny her what she wanted, so I obliged when she moaned her directions at me.

"Harder...please...be rougher..." She said almost coyly as I picked up the pace. I grabbed her slim waist and moved like a piston inside of her, moving her more than I was moving myself. I grabbed her tiny form and slid her roughly up and down on my length. I moved so hard and fast inside of her that our collective fluids oozed out around my shaft and made obscene noises that really were quite well suited to this kind of sex. The room was filled with the sound of her tiny shrieks of pleasure as her boddy shuddered with the impact of each inward thrust. "Hurt me! I want you to hurt me" she gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head as I fucked her for all I was worth. Her head was rolling back and forth as she screamed and begged for me to hurt her more and more. I kept obliging, lowering my head to her pert nipples and taking them into my mouth, using my teeth more often than not. She was lost in her own world, begging for ever more pain and pleasure as I continued without relenting.

I kept going even as her body shuddered and she arched her back, screaming out loud so that I was sure the neighbors could hear us. I felt her tighten up around me and squeeze me so that I felt like I was in a vice. I kept going, though, as I felt my own orgasm approaching. She lay limply for a few seconds, arms spread at her sides and her breath coming in deep panting breaths as I slid in and out as I neared the final stretch. It didn't take her long before she started moving her hips again, acting on pure instinct as she responded to my thrusts. I felt my balls tighten slightly and I knew it was happening, I drained myself within her, a few day's buildup spewed into her so that I felt like I was more hosing her insides than cumming. I kept going, though, making good use of the time I ad before my cock started to soften I continued to fuck her senseless, as she was in the throes of a second orgasm, and it would have been rude not to finish her before I pulled out. I moved inside of her full pussy, feeling my own cum as it sloshed around inside of her. The sensation seemed to launch her to new heigts as her body shuddered again she just let out a long moan and drove herself down on my cock.

I sat there over her for a few moments, panting and dripping sweat onto her as she stared back up at me. I didn't pull out as I looked down at her and smiled. She smiled warmly back up at me as I flipped over so that her form was on top of mine. I made sure to stay inside of her and we lay like that for a while, just dozing. Her small head rested on my chest and my hand ran through her hair and gently over her buttox. I noticed that my cock had only shrunk the slightest bit and with her constant clenchin around my weapon I could feel it starting to harden again inside of her. I made no move, though. I could tell she was tired and was just content to lay there on my chest. I felt her small lips as she kissed my chest occasionally. It was such an odd gesture coming from one so young, it seemed almost motherly. I loved it, though. We just idly sat there while my cock was prone inside of her.

It didn't take long for our loving stroking and kissing to escalate slightly, we were both tired, but this was a whole different kind of lovemaking. She shifted slightly, barely rocking up and down on my shaft and squirming around on it as I in turn pressed slightly up into her. Making her produce little purrs of lust and pleasure. I barely moved my hips and she barely moved hers, we just lay there, quietly moving.

"mmmmmm..." she trailed off slowly as she moaned into my neck. She simply nuzzled me as I continued to drive up slowly into her, entering a whole new state of sexual nirvana as I felt her squeezing around me. I could see that my weapon was as thick as her forearm and really did look too big to be entering such a tiny body. "Does it hurt?" I asked softly. I felt her nod and kiss my neck softly. "Only a little bit, though, and I like that anyway." I could only grunt slightly and give her a slightly harder thrust in response to hearing that. Her pussy was, at this point, sopping wet and filled to the brim with my cum. As we both felt ourselves nearing our ends she gasped, "Do it inside again...I love it being in me" She gasped. I obliged her, pulling her down on my cock and gave her what remained of my seed. She groaned slightly and had she not already been laying on me, I'm sure she would have collapsed. I just felt her body go totally limp against me as she lay there. The two of us dozed off to sleep, my member finally softening inside of her as she breathed contentedly against me.

***

I woke up and for a moment couldn't remember where I was, something didn't seem right...maybe it was the waves of contentment washing over me. After a moment or two I realized that contentment felt an awful lot like a tongue licking my cock. Ah...so that's what was different. I opened my eyes, taking in the room around me. So far it was just ceiling, which I suspected was a great deal less interesting than what was going on.

I could have came just looking at her as she serviced me. Everything about this girl was intensely erotic, and the picture of her in her little white and pink sneakers and light pink socks and nothing else. Her slim body laying on the mattress and her slender neck craned out slightly as her soft pink tongue trailed slowly from the bottom of my weapon to the head. True it didn't do too much for me, except when she got near the head and ran her slippery tongue in little wet circles around it, sometimes even lightly sucking on it, barely pursing her tiny lips and putting almost nothing in her mouth. She saw me looking at her and smiled at me with her sweet, coy little smile and returned to her work. I could only smile back as her tongue began its paintstakingly slow journey up my shaft to the top of the head, her eyes half closed and glazed over slightly.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked huskily. She only giggled slightly and looked at me. "I didn't learn anything. I just liked the taste the last time we were together and you left it all inside of me, I..." She trailed off and shrugged her little shoulders. "I just noticed you were dirty and decided to clean it off for you." I could only say "Jesus" and grunt slightly. "Besides, you did this for me." She said with a smile, and her tongue resumed it's work. I smiled, I supposed it could work out NOT to tell her I couldn't have been happier tasting that sweet little peach of hers. This had been something I had wanted to try with her, but that she would do it on her own was unthinkable. I lay my head back down and looked at the ceiling, but I'm an extremely visual person and I just had to see her.

"Use your whole mouth." I said hoarsely. She gave me a wide-eyed look for a few moments, "But...can it...I mean I don't even know if I can open my mouth that wide." She said with a hint of fear or trepidation in her voice. "Just try." I said with as encouraging a tone as I could manage. I felt more like a coach than anything as I watched her nod and open her mouth to the absolute limit and slowly lower it over the head of my cock. It pulsated almost as if anticipating the feel of her wet mouth wrapping around it's drueling head.I felt her lips pressing against the bulb at the end of my member and knew it was going to be tough for her. Her lips were stretched to the absolute limit as I felt her trying to force the bulb into her mouth. I saw saliva starting to drip down the shaft as she worked at it. Finally, she made a loud slurping noise and the head popped into her mouth. I could feel her hot tongue pressing and thrashing against the end of my weapon and were I a more vocal lover I would have groaned. I have never been the type of guy to grunt and moan or talk during sex. I can't say why, really, I just haven't. I was damn close though, her mouth felt incredible. I was amazed when I watched her start lowering her head down even further on my shaft, she made it about three or four inches down before I hear her gag and she had to come up for air. She gasped and panted heavily for a few moments before enthusiastically impaling her face on my cock again. Her mouth opened as wide as it could go she slurped it in with a little more ease and pushed downward on it, she managed to get her head halfway down my shaft before she started to choke again, this time when she started to pull up I placed my hand on the back of her head and held her there. I began pressing her tiny head back down on my shaft, her brown curls fell around her face as she let me take the lead. My fingers ran through her hair as I bobbed her up and down on the shaft. Pushing her down until she choked and holding her there for a moment before lifting her head almost entirely off so that her lips were just pursed around the very tip of my now wet cock.

I closed my eyes, every movement of her head was bliss, her mouth was so warm and tight, I just couldn't believe it. Her tongue seemed to know exactly what to do to get me off as well, and with the wet walls pressing in from everywhere at once, and her teeth scraping the sides as it slid down into her throat I knew that I couldn't take much more of this. I had received blowjobs before where the girls had been able to deep throat my entire length...kudos to them...but this was by far the best oral experience I had ever had. Not only for the sheer tightness of her slippery little mouth or the fact that her tiny little body seemed to be writhing in a constant state of arousal...it was the sheer energy and enthusiasm that she put into it. She liked what she was doing a lot, and I can tell you that it makes all the difference knowing that they're loving it. The fact that she was moaning around my cock didn't hurt, either. It caused some wonderful vibrations.

I felt the pressure buildup and knew the inevitable was about to happen. "Alice, I'm going to come." I said to her. She lifted her face off of my cock for a moment, "what?" She asked innocently. I smiled, "Come...I mean, I'm going to shoot my load." I said to her, trying not to sound crude about it. She gave me a somewhat blank look..."Shoot your....OH!" She exclaimed and immediately lowered her head back down on my, taking me relatively easily into her waiting mouth and moving with fervent enthusiasm. I felt it happening, a fair tidal wave of hot white semen coated the inside of her mouth. At that point her lips were barely pursed around my cock head so it shot right into her mouth so that she could taste every bit of it. There was a bit too much for her because some dribbled out from between her moist lips and down her chin. She immediately made a loud gulping sound as she swallowed it all and ran her finger over the little rivulet of cum that leaked out of the corner of her mouth, licking it greedily off her finger. Something I always suspect in erotic stories that when women enjoy the taste of cum that the story was written by a man. However Alice loved to drink it off me every time, and I don't know if it's because she actually liked the taste or because she knew I liked watching her drink it, but she did every single time and with a smile on her face.

She smiled and presented me a view of her open mouth to show me that she had swallowed all of it. Seeing her in that pose, holding her sweet young mouth open for my approval. Something was just so deliciously submissive about it, and I knew that my cock wouldn't be going down just yet. I grinned to myself at the joys of being an 18 year old male, and to think I had once cursed my dick for not going down after jerking off three times in a row. I never got any peace from t, but now I would be able to satisfy my young lover properly...which I think has always been my first goal...satisfy your lover, then worry about yourself. Seeing as it's so easy to get a man off, anyway, as my young, amateurish cock-sucker just demonstrated. I feel I should give her more credit, she was amazing for her first time...for any time.

Now as I said I could properly help my partner with her little problem with her sexual tension. I felt her clamber on top of me, taking advantage of my rigid pole. I grabbed it by the base and directed the throbbing shaft upwards, straight at her still very tight and virginal looking opening. I left her in control of how hard she wanted it to be, and as I suspected, she just plopped herself right down on me. I slid upwards into her with one lightning movement, all she could do in response was let out a husky groan and squeal slightly as I rammed up into her tight little hole. She started rocking her hips back and forth on me, not even moving up and down just having me embedded deep within her as she rocked slightly. When she finally did start moving she really started moving. She bounced herself up along the entire length of my cock, popping up almost entirely off, one time she actually did go a bit too high and she wouldn't stop making a high mewling sound until I was safely back within the confines of her tight little love canal. She gave a sharp little 'ow' with every downward thrust as her entire body rocked and shuddered around me. I could feel every little movement that she made as I she raped herself. Evidence of her intense arousal was oozing down the shaft as she bounced up and down my length. I aided her as best as I could, grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto me and thrusting my hips upward every time she came back down for more.

"ah...ah...ah....Joe......." was basically all her vocabulary consisted of at the moment. Eventually it became even less as she lost the ability to speak entirely. I just slammed her down so that her perfect little behind jiggled enticingly and her body quaked at the impact. She arched her back and reared her head, discovering that it felt like I was deeper inside of her when she did that, she stopped bending forwards at all. Her back was arched and her pert little breasts were thrust upwards, presenting to me two wonderful little handholds.They are, to me, the perfect shape. Small and pointed, only just starting to flesh out and get the slightest bit rounder. I reached my hands up to savagely grab the small caps as she began to ride the crest of her orgasm. She arched her back and let out an audible gasp and shuddered. Finally collapsing on top of me.

Her naked form collapsed on top of me for the second time. I loved the feeling just as much the second time if not more. I was utterly comfortable with her, and for me that's not anything to take lightly. I lightly stroked her back and kissed her forehead as her breathing started returning to normal. "How are you feeling?" I asked her quietly as I planted a small kiss on her forehead. She lifted her head up slightly, meeting my lips with her own as we slowly and sensuously kissed. Our lips barely parted, because we both knew that if we started to get too into it that we would end up fucking again and quite frankly I think we were both a little worn out. I had dozed for only a half hour before she had woken me up again, this time night was beginning to set in and we were both ready for bed. I lifted her out of my parents' bed, moving with a sort of lethargy...to my credit, at least I was still able to move. She smiled sweetly up at me as I picked up her prone naked form, peeling her sneakers and her socks off her dainty little feet before taking her to my bed. It was somewhat smaller, but much more comfortable. With big warm blankets and pillows that you can just sink right into. I laid her down on the bed and she stretched luxuriously, her maturing form caused my cock to twitch but I knew that she was exhausted.

I went to the bathroom, directing the awkward stream of urine into the toilet and managing NOT to piss on my floor. Something of a rarity when I had sex. You know, I make it seem like I've got so much experience, but there was only one girl before Alice, and frankly, I regret that I couldn't have lost it to her like she did to me. I heaved a heavy sigh at the memory of THAT little heartbreak and plodded back into my room. When I got there she was nestled under the covers of the bed waiting for me. She shifted slightly as I crept in next to her, she sighed and immediately turned to me, pressing herself against me as I lay flat on my back. One of her legs thrown over my own and her tiny hand on my bare chest, idly running her soft fingers over me. It tickled in a most pleasant and soothing way as she lay her head on my chest with my arm around her tiny shoulders. Holding her to me.

Now this is one of my favorite things about being with a woman, especially after the sex. When you get it so that every little desire is fulfilled and the only thing that one person wants out of their partner is their company. I was content at that moment to just lay there under the covers, idly rubbing her smooth back and butt as I pressed her against me. We both drifted off to sleep like that, enjoying the smell and feel of the other. It's one of the most comfortable places a person can be, when they're dozing and pressed against someone they care about. Personally, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Remembering that now makes me almost pine for that feeling again. I've never been the kind of person to seek out meaningless sex. I am a bit of a pervert, I'll be the first to admit that...but I still want it to have some sort of purpose...I know it's a stupid ideal, but for me sex has always been about sharing something special....NOT about sating primal urges...besides, if you do it right then you accomplish both things.

I had just shared that with Alice, my little angel, and I had two more days to enjoy her. I grinned like an idiot as I drifted off to sleep, her tiny little form nuzzling me affectionately as she drifted off.

Definitely nowhere else I'd rather be.

 

Again, feel free to e-mail me at redpoet87@hotmail.com with any questions, comments, or feedback of any kind.

 

 

Little Angel Alice: A Match Made in Heaven

red87 on Taboo Stories

I can still scarcely believe it, I mean, this is the kind of thing that happens in erotic stories, right? This kind of thing doesn't happen to real people. You know I could go on like this for a while now and torment you a little bit more, It'd be nice to get some of you to pull your hair out in frustration. I know that most of you won't, though, and are content to read GOOD smut. That is, smut that takes the time to build up a bit before leaping right into the screaming throes of messy orgasms. Still I suppose you have your limits, so I'll recount my tale for you as best as I can. I'm only 18 years old and my skill with the written word reflects that, I'm sure, but I can at least have the self control to start my story from the beginning, and make it last for more than t

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hree choppy paragraphs with spelling errors that make us want to give up all hope for the younger generations. I still refuse to accept the fact that those stories are actually written by adults.

Alright, I can sense your irritation from here so I'll get you hooked by telling you that this story recounts my sexual experiences with a rather....young girl. She was a fully willing participant, I assure you, and she was a treasure to be sure. I defy any of you to resist that ivory complexion, the dark ringlets of silky hair, those radiant green eyes, and blossoming figure. Everything about her was breathtaking, she had an almost regal beauty for someone her age, most people would expect the appeal to be that she WAS childish. That's not the case, I was...and am attracted to her quiet sensuality, her intelligence and maturity for one so young, and her presence. I have no choice but to label myself that foul, hateful word...pedophile...she's only 12 years old, and only just. She was 11 when we started.

Alright, I'm going to get ahead of myself if I don't watch it. I should start with me, I suppose, seeing as the imagery in these stories tends to be kind of important. Now no one believes me when I tell people what I look like over the internet for some reason. I guess separate the pieces don't look so bad, but I assure you that I am by no means any sort of prize. I'm hardly the kind of person you would look twice at...except maybe for one factor. My height. I'm 6'8"...see, you don't believe me, do you? Well I am, and to top it all off I have attention-grabbing red hair. My eyes always seem to be squinting and people say that I always look angry. My head is more square shaped than most people's because my jaw and chin are somewhat more pronounced than the average man's. Also, I hate telling you this, but I have big lips...sort of. Most people have a smaller upper lip than a lower lip....not the case for me. I suppose it's not too noticeable, but I can't help hating it.

I'm the artist type, so I'm constantly sitting in my room drawing something or other, or occasionally I'll try my hand at writing, just for a change of pace. As is the case for this piece, although I don't usually write auto-biographical stuff....it makes me somewhat uncomfortable. That should do, I think, you have fair idea of who I am, and I'm sure that the general tone of this piece will give you some insight as to how my twisted little head works.

I had been watching her for quite some time, I had never considered actually doing anything to the girl. My morals were still that much intact at that point. Aside from that, to force myself on such a creature would have been a crime...and I don't just mean in the literal sense. She would often ride her bike past my house, wearing tight little shorts that gave me a wonderful visual of those silky thighs pumping up and down as she pedaled around the street. Sometimes she would even wear skirts that rode up around her hips while she rode. I used to watch her every single day as she rode around the street. Most times I couldn't resist grabbing hold of my weapon and rubbing myself furiously while I watched her. This went on for some time, me watching her and getting myself off alone. It wasn't until about 8 months ago that things started to develop between us.

I was sitting at the computer, shamefully looking at some pictures of girls around her age. I feel somewhat embarassed, as at this point I hadn't known her name. She was merely a body to me then. I remember seeing her riding up the street past the front yard to mine and my parents' house. I had watched her do this many times, and it seemed like she was going slower than normally, I knew something was different about that day when I saw her face. She had a bashful look on her face and I couldn't tell from where I was, but I think she might have been blushing slightly. I leaned closer to the window, turning off the computer monitor and pulling my fully erect member from my jeans. It gets to a point where it's hard work extracting that thing from one's pants, and I remember having that little problem as I tried to fish my throbbing cock from my jeans. I finally managed to extract it and lightly began stroking it as I watched her. She rode right past my house, I noticed she was in her shortest white skirt, my favorite one. It showed off most of her pale legs and hips, as it rode up further and further she appeared not to notice.

When she was just about right in front of my window her bike fell over sideways. I stood up, alarmed, about to rush out to see if she was alright. It was a good thing I didn't, I almost certainly would have run out with my manhood waving around. I'm just that forgetful. It was awestruck by the sight I saw, and I felt compelled to stroke myself harder than ever. She was laying with her tiny little butt facing me, and her skirt had ridden all the way up. The most amazing thing, however, was that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I was presented the sight of two of the most glorious preteen globes of flesh capping two very lovely legs that were currently splayed out on the pavement in an almost submissive way. It took me a while for me to lift my eyes to her face but when I finally did look I noticed with no small amount of horror that she was looking at me with a coy smile on her little face.

I must have done a triple take upon seeing her, for she let out a small giggle and finally managed to stand back up. She began walking her bicycle back down the street where she had come, but before she disappeared from sight she gave me a small little smile and a wave. It took me several minutes to pull my jaw off the floor and regain some form of composure. I couldn't believe what had just transpired. An exhibitionist 11 year old seemed almost unthinkable at that point in my life. I knew then that I had to pursue this further. I think that some part of me knew that I was headed down a road that there was no turning back from, but I honestly didn't care.

The next day she was there again, this time in a pair of skimpy cotton shorts that clung to her curvacious bottom in a most appealing way. I stood right in the window so that she could easily see me, with my member out and pointing directly at her surprised face. I merely smiled as I took my member in my hand and began pumping up and down on the throbbing shaft. She eyed my reproductive organ for a few moments before suddenly seeming to come to her senses she rode back the way she had came. Her face was an interesting hue of red.

I was furious, and I silently cursed myself for scaring her off by acting too fast. I decided to at least wait until the next day before I started damning myself.

She didn't come.

I cursed myself. I had blown it already, just by acting too fast I had ruined what might have become a very interesting relationship with the mysterious girl down the street. I couldn't concentrate at college, my paintings looked like shit and I knew it. My mind was constantly wandering back to the girl.

It went on like that for a week or more, there was no sign of her. I was certain that I would never see her again, and my little ritual of self-manipulation was forever thrown off now that I was missing my little angel. I remember driving my car home from college one day to see her riding her bike down the street, heading towards my car. My heart started beating faster merely by looking at her, I couldn't believe how much I loved just seeing her. When I got close enough I waved...almost bashfully. I let out a visible and audible sigh of relief when she not only returned the wave but flashed me an adorable little smile.

I beamed back at her before passing and pulled into my driveway. When I walked up to my front door I noticed a small slip of paper sitting nestled in between the screen door and the doorframe. I opened the folded piece of paper to see her beautiful flowing writing, it was almost elegant and far more developed than was normal for a girl her age. It simply read.

"I've been thinking about you. Can we talk?"

There was also a phone number scrawled on the bottom of the page. I only assumed and hoped it was hers.

I regarded the note without a word for a few moments before finally looking up the street. A silly grin broke my face near in two as I headed inside. I could scarcely wait to call her. I didn't bother with the whole dating game, phone tag bullshit where the one who receives the number is supposed to wait X number of days to keep Y% of their diginity. That was just a silly formality and a pretense, I wanted to talk to her now and I wanted her to know that I wanted to talk to her. I gave her enough time to get home...or what I assumed was enough time, before I dialed the number.

So there I was, standing in the middle of my dark living room with a phone clutched in my sweaty hand. Each ring brought me that much closer to a heart attack. I felt like I was calling to ask the most popular girl in school out on a date or something. This was idiotic, here I am, a college freshman, getting nervous calling an 11 year old girl....I repeated that in my head but it didn't help any, I remained as nervous and twitchy as ever.

After what seemed an eternity of eternities she answered the phone. I knew it was her just by the sound, it was exactly what I had expected from my little angel. Clear and high and sweet like a silver bell. I only smiled at her shy "h-hello?"

I drew a little bit of solace from the fact that she was as nervous as I was. I managed to find my breath and get out a small, "hello"

So there we were on opposite ends of the phone, neither one of us really knew what to say to the other for a few moments so I decided to break the ice a little.

"Look, I'm sorry about scaring you."

"Oh no, I...I liked it..."

I laughed slightly, "I liked watching you, too. You're very pretty."

She gave a small, girlish laugh and replied shyly, "Thank you."

"So can I know your name? Mine's Joe." I said with some growing confidence.

"I'm Alice." She replied quickly. There was a long silence between us, and then she spoke up again. "Look, I know you've been watching me...and actually, I knew that you were for a long time. I've...I've seen you around and I've been thinking about you a lot and..." She cut herself off, she sounded so desperate and shy and panicked. "I was wondering if we could meet? I really want to meet you..."

I didn't reply right away, because a part of me knew that she was a naive young girl and could have been getting herself into a lot of trouble pursuing an older guy like this. I wasn't the wrong type of guy, I didn't think, but then any guy has to wonder if they're entertaining the thought of having sex with a very young girl. My instinct finally won out over my conscience and I said. "How about now?"

She gasped audibly in surprise or glee, I couldn't tell. There was definitely the hint of a squeal in there somewhere. I only managed a grin.

"Okay!" She finally said happily, "My dad won't be home for another hour so I have time."

"Mine won't be back the rest of the night, so why not come over here?"

"Okay!" She said again.

I smiled, "Alice, I feel like I should warn you against this. I mean, you're going to go to my house when you know full well what my tastes in women are."

She only laughed and hung up the phone. I was giddy with excitement as I stared expectantly out my window. It wasn't long before I saw her in her white skirt and a dark green shirt that clung to her small torso. She was fairly racing down the street, her wavy brown hair flew out behind her head as she rode right up to my front door and knocked, her smile never left her face.

I greeted her my own silly grin and let her inside the house with me. I made sure that no one saw us enter the house together and closed the door behind us. I turned on a few lights so that I could more properly see her. She was a vision with that shy little grin on her face, standing there with her arms folded in front of her, her beautiful green eyes roaming all over the place as she nervously looked around the room. I took a seat on the only suitable piece of furniture in the room, a small leather loveseat, and indicated that she come sit next to me. She did so with only a moment's hesitation.

"What do you say we skip all the pretenses and just be honest as to our intentions?" I said with a grin. She looked nervously at me but grinned back, "I know this is kind of a weird situation....for both of us....but I've been thinking about you a lot for a long time now."

"I know, I....I've been thinking about you and..." She looked down and blushed furiously.

I smiled, "I think I know what you've been doing." I said with a grin, "you've been doing what I was doing when I looked at you."

She only nodded a little, blushing even deeper.

"It's alright, that's why we're here, because we like the eachother. I know you know a little about this stuff now, and what two adults do when they like eachother."

She looked up at me and nodded, and I reached around her waist with one arm and pulled her tiny form closer to mine. She didn't resist at all but instead nestled herself slightly against my hip as I looked directly into her eyes. "I know that some people would think of this as wrong, but I've liked you for a long time now and I can't stop myself any longer."

She only nodded slightly in response, "I...I don't want you to.....to stop yourself." She said breathlessly.

I lowered my head to hers and planted a kiss on her small lips, she rose to meet it and kissed back. I felt her mouth open slightly and I did the same, her small tongue slid into my mouth as I moved against her, pressing her down into the bottom cushion as I leaned over her, the kiss between us grew more passionate, our breathing escalating and growing louder and more ragged.

I placed a hand on her knee and slowly began sliding my hand up her thigh, she only responded by spreading her legs to give me more access to her most sacred areas.

Now I don't know what any of you think, but to have a young girl submissively giving herself to you at such a tender age has got to be one of the most erotic things I have ever had the pleasure to witness. She must have been reacting on pure instinct during those first few wild moments. I remember pulling away from the kiss as my hand neared it's final destination to see her eyes half closed and glazed over with lust as I'm sure mine must have been. I felt the heat from her as I finally placed my hand on her soft and delicate mound, feeling the depression between her lips and pressing my finger slightly into it. She gasped and actually pulled my head back down to hers to meet in a kiss. Our tongues wrapped around eachother and explored the other with unrelenting passion as I began a steady rhythm on her mound. I merely rubbed my hand in slow circles against the dampening crotch of her panties.

I pulled away from the kiss again, much to her displeasure. I assured her, however, that I was going to need my mouth for something much better. She seemed to understand better than a girl her age should, and she only looked up at me with trusting eyes as I reached to the bottom of her shirt and drew it up over her head.

I cannot express in words the beauty of those budding breasts. I can only do the best I can with what little I have, needless to say they were my idea of perfect. Two small hints of breasts only just beginning to sprout from her perfect torso above a slightly round tummy. I slid my hand up her stomach and slid it over her incredibly soft and yielding breast. I gently kneaded the fleshy mound, feeling her hard pink nipple pressing into my palm. Her mouth hung open slightly as she silently watched my ministrations on her body. I gently took her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it slightly.

"Ow!" she yelled quickly, but quickly her yells became the faintest of whispers as she whispered to herself, "ow......ow.....uhnn...ow...." in a never-ending series of lust filled remarks. She closed her eyes completely and reared her head back as I gently twisted her tiny little nubbin in my large fingers. She was totally engrossed in the sensation, and only lifted her cute little butt for me when I pulled her skirt down her small legs. She was wearing the cutest little pair of green panties, and I merely admired these for a moment before peeling them off her.

I simply love the way panties come off a girl's pussy, how the crotch always seems to be the very last part to finally come away. Perhaps it was the dampened state of Alice's mound but for whatever reason I was treated to that wonderful little show where I watched more and more of her beautiful navel reveal itself to me until the crotch of her panties pulled away, revealing her bald and beautiful little slit. I tossed her panties aside and had to admire the wonderful craftsmanship of this creature beneath me. If god exhisted, he must have been an artist. That little hairless mound, blushing pink and spread invitingly, with the merest hint of pink flesh glistening underneath and her small little clit, already quite firm and peering out from between her fleshy lips.

I lowered my mouth to her mound, wanting only to bring her pleasure at this moment. To feel her and hear her as she came for me. She lay back on the couch, her legs spread wide, as I let my tongue slide slowly up from the bottom of her slit to the top, pressing in between her labia and tasting her and finally ending on her clit, running my tongue in slow circles around it. She moaned out loud, a high, girlish noise, and placed her small hands on the back of my head. I repeated the process, licking slowly upwards and eventually settling in to a rhythmic tonguing of her pussy, paying her tiny engorged clit the most attention as I took it between my lips, and even my teeth, nibbling slightly on it, much to her surprise. She gasped as I nibbled gently on her clit, finally murmuring "harder" to me in a breathy voice. I obliged, biting down the slightest bit harder on her clit, causing her no small amount of pain as I bit down slightly.

"Owww." She groaned lustily and spread her legs even further for me. I moved my hand down that wonderfully flat tummy of hers, pressing one finger inside of her. At this point she was too far gone to protest to anything I might do to her. I pushed two fingers inside of her, reveling in the feel of her slick walls contracting around me. I had only pushed them in to the first knuckle so as not to hurt her. She only squealed slightly as I began to slowly press my fingers into her, I kept biting down on her tiny clit, occasionally giving her labia or clit a quick nip. The girl had a masochistic streak, because she would howl out "owww," and groan and grind her damp pussy onto my mouth, obviously hoping for more attention from my teeth.

I slid my fingers in and out, pressing slightly deeper each time, feeling her beginning to subconsciously thrust back on my fingers, grinding her hips onto me and arching her back. I felt her most sacred barrier resisting me, and I knew she didn't notice at all, not in her severely heightened state of arousal. I knew that I would have to time this right in order for her to permit me to do it. I kept my fingers inside of her as I positioned myself at her holy gate. I fished my throbbin member out of my pants. She opened her eyes and looked at my throbbing cock with a mixture of lust, anticipation, and fear.

Another thing that most people don't believe about me when I tell them online, is that my penis is 9 inches long when aroused. Keeping in mind that I am 6'8" it doesn't seem that unbelievable. Choose to believe or not, at the very least for the purposes of the story, try to imagine what the poor girl was willing to go through to please me and her.

Tendrils of clear pre-cum oozed down onto her navel, collecting in tiny little pools. I placed my cock head at the entrance, she looked at it with her eyes half closed. "Do it." She whispered, "I want you to do it to me, Joe."

That was more than enough for me, I began to slowly push into her. My cock head spread her pussy lips obscenely, and she chewed on her lower lip, watching as I penetrated her for the first time. She winced slightly as I inched deeper into her, her muscles tightening around me rhythmically as I invaded her depths. I pushed warmly, wetly into her until I felt her hymen. I looked down at her with tenderness in my eyes, and she returned the look and gave me the slightest of nods. I knelt down and kissed her passionately as I pressed against her hymen. She kissed back passionately, her tongue fighting with mine. She began to let out high pitched squeals of pain as I increased the pressure, but she never stopped kissing even when I finally tore through her hymen, pushing forward another three inches into her.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, her mouth open in a frozen scream, her breathing coming in shallow breaths and a few tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.

"Alice...are you alright?" I asked, looking down at her and the blood leaking down around my shaft. Her only response was a nod and a "please"

I took her meaning and continued pushing into her, feeling more and more of her take me inside of her as I explored deep within her. Her vaginal walls contracted against me as I further invaded her.

"deep." she gasped as I continued pushing in, "is it all in?" she asked me with a hint of desperation in her voice. I continued pushing deeper within her wordlessly, I had about three inches left to go, and when she lifted her head and looked down at what was left she started breathing harder and looking up at the ceiling. "Finish it." she moaned.

I nodded and with one quick, savage thrust, finished pushing inside of her. I was now fully immersed and inside of her as she lay there, gasping. Her beautiful chest heaved as she got used to being filled. I allowed her to get used to it for a few more moments and finally began pulling out slightly. She let out a desperate "No!" but then moaned loudly when I pushed back in. I slowly pulled out of her and pushed back in, beginning a slow rhythm inside of her.

It didn't take her long to start responding and automatically thrusting her tiny hips back up at me as my thick pole slid in and out of her. Her hairless pussy swallowed me up whole as I moved slowly in and out of her, I pulled out almost all the way and plunged back, deep within her. Each inward thrust bringing the head of my cock against her cervix. I moved in and out of her, increasing my tempo as my orgasm began to build. It was indescribably tight inside of her and it felt like she was squeezing the blood out of my cock as she began approaching her own orgasm. I wanted us to come together more than anything as I began speed up even more in and out of her. The noise of my powerful thrusts filled the room. They were the obscene squelching noises that seemed to fit better in a pornographic video than in our situation, but the two of us were too fargone to care about such trivial matters as we both peaked together, her contracting wildly around my weapon and seemingly sucking me deeper into her and me erupting in a powerful tide of thick, white cum.

The two of us were sweating profusely now, and as I flipped her tiny nude form so that she was resting on top of me, I gently caressed her buttox. "Don't pull out yet," she whispered as she nuzzled against me. I only nodded and kissed her forehead softly as I felt myself gradually softening inside of her.

We lay like that for God knows how long, both of us enjoying being in eachother's presence and reveling in the scent of the other, of the feel of it. It was the first time we lay together, but we both knew that it wouldn't be the last. I finally withdrew my soft tool from her pussy, releasing a veritable flood of our mixed cum and trace amounts of her blood.

"When can I see you like this again?" Alice asked me softly, staring into my eyes as her head rested on my chest.

I smiled at her warmly and planted a soft wet kiss on her lips, the merest hint of our tongues pressing against eachother as we lay like that. "Whenever we want, my parents are going out of town this weekend." I said. She smiled back at me, "I can say I'm going to a friend's house for the weekend." She said mischeviously. I grinned back at her, the prospects of what could happen with an entire weekend with her were simply dazzling.

I finally sent her home, Lord knows how distraught she must have been with my dried cum staining the inside of her thigh and filling her up. I only smiled as he gave me a final wave, disappearing from my sight.

feel free to e-mail me at redpoet87@hotmail.com with questions, criticism, or whatever else. I check my inbox religiously and would gladly respond to any who took the time to send me anything.

My Girlfried and her Sister (pt1)

cavywavy on Taboo Stories

In my opinion I’m a fairly lucky fucker, I’v always managed to date good looking women that like to fuck(which is a bonus) but a couple of weeks ago my sex life was truly blown away. At the moment I’m going out with a girl called Claire. She looks a little like Kate Beckinsale but is only 5’ 4” a size 8 and has amazing 32b tit’s. She loves sex and she loves to fuck when ever and where ever. T

Danielle

TaleTwister on Taboo Stories

It was a Saturday in June, I was laying on the couch in the living room of my mobile home watching the Busch series on t.v. and drinking a beer. Just another normal weekend.

My name is James. I’m 26 when this happened, 5’11", 165, short light brown hair and in good shape as I work as a brick mason. All that concrete and brick keeps me pretty fit, no need to go to some stupid gym.

It’s about 2:30 in the afternoon when I hear a knock at the door. I get up and go to the door and find my fiancés sister in law Karen there with her daughter Danielle. Danielle it seems needs someone to watch over her while her parents and my fiancé Eileen go on an overnight trip to visit their uncle Carl who had, as Karen explained, been badly hurt i

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n a car accident. I had no problem with this. I hadn’t spent a lot of time around Dani, as she liked to be called, but from what I had seen she was always polite and generally happy. Dani came in and Karen got Danis overnight bag out of the car. I met her at the door, took the bag and assured her Dani would be just fine and Karen was gone.

Not long afterward the phone rings and it’s my Eileen. We talked briefly, exchanged "I love you" and hung up.

I was sitting in my recliner at this time as Dani had sprawled out on the couch. "You really love Aunt Eileen, don’t you?" she asked. "Well, yes of course I do Dani, if I didn’t I would have never asked her to marry me." I replied. "Do you love me too Uncle James?" she asked next. She had started calling me Uncle soon after I had proposed to her Aunt. "Sure I do honey, you’re gonna be my favorite niece." She didn’t realize that she would be my only niece but I didn’t see any reason to bring that up.

As soon as I said that she got up off the couch and came over to my recliner and sat in my lap and put her arm around my neck. "I love you too Uncle James" she said, almost in a whisper and then gave me a little peck of a kiss on the cheek.

We sat there silently for a little longer watching the race on t.v. before she spoke again. "I love my daddy too, and my Uncle Carl, I hope he’s okay."

I reassured her that her uncle would be fine and then we continued watching the race.

The next time she spoke I almost choked. "Do you and Aunt Eileen do the sex?" I heard her ask. I sputtered. I stammered. I turned red. Finally I just said "Well, Dani, Eileen and I love each other. Why do you want to know about sex?" "Well" she replied matter of factly, "When people love each other they do the sex."

"Well yes honey they do, that is true." was all I could think of as a reply, somewhat amused at her way of putting it "they do the sex".

"I love my daddy and Uncle Carl."

That hung in the air for a few minutes as I tried to wrap my brain around what she was saying. Did I hear her right? Or wrong? Or just what did she mean?

"Do you really love me Uncle James?" she asked shifting to look me right in the eye. I didn’t know where in the world this was going but I looked back into her brown eyes and told her "Yes Dani, I love you." All she said after that was "Okay." She put her head back down on my chest and we went back to watching the race.

Less than a minute later I felt her small hand rubbing back and forth across my crotch, tracing the outline of my cock through my shorts. I jumped up so fast that she spilled out of my lap onto the floor. "What the hell are you doing Dani?" I shouted at her. She looked so shocked and scared. Almost immediately I felt bad, I’d dumped her on the floor and yelled at her and now she looked like she was almost in tears. I picked her up and pulled her close in a hug and told her I was sorry. "I’m sorry Uncle James," she said "it’s just, I thought you, you know because you love me, you wanted the sex."

I sat her down on the couch and said the best thing I could come up with under the circumstances. "Dani, I do love you. I just didn’t know you knew so much about sex or that you wanted sex with me."

"Oh Uncle, I know all about the sex and when people love each other they do the sex." The way she kept saying "do the sex" almost made me laugh except for the circumstances were so uncomfortable. "My daddy and Uncle Carl taught me all about it, the hand job and the blow job and how to swallow and everything. I do it for them all the time" she continued. All I could say was "I need another beer Dani, I’ll be right back." and made my way to the kitchen.

"Okay Uncle James, I’m gonna go pee." she said calmly and went to the other end of the house to the guest bath.

I stood in the kitchen freaking the fuck out. I had never been in a situation like this before and was in a serious moral dilemma. What do I do? What should I do? What COULD I do? If I wanted to…

I made up my mind.

I sat back on the couch watching the t.v. and waiting for Dani to return from the bathroom. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye as she came back into the living room and there she was. All 85 pounds of her stark naked walking towards me. No tits, not a hair on her pussy. Just little puffy nipples, skinny legs, skinny arms and a bony little butt. She plops down on the couch next to me and I ask her "What does your mom think about you and the sex?"

"Oh, we can never tell mom, daddy and Uncle Carl says it has to be a secret. They say girls get jealous. They say we can’t ever tell. You can’t tell Aunt Eileen, because she’ll get jealous and something bad will happen. Daddy and Uncle Carl said so." Well, now I knew everything I needed to know.

"That’s right Dani, we can’t ever tell." I said as I pulled her closer. I reached back and pulled the comforter off the back of the couch and wrapped her in it as I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

I sat there on the couch trying to watch the race but I couldn’t have even told you who had the lead at that point. Dani had completely covered herself under the comforter and I could feel her hands fiddling with the zipper of my shorts. Soon enough she had my cock out and was gently stroking it. "Do you like that Uncle James" she asked from underneath the covers. "Oh yeah baby, that feels great. You’re just great. You just do whatever you want." I said back to her. I closed my eyes and reached under the cover and started to explore her body with my hands.

She was so small, so skinny, not an ounce of fat on her body. She had no hips at all, her bony little butt was as hard as a rock. And I was so turned on. I had never in my wildest dreams thought of anything like this in my life. I felt her shoulders, down her arms, her back, I played with her nipples and felt her shiver. This was such a foreign landscape and I wanted to learn every inch. I caressed her legs and made my way to her crotch. As she felt my hands nearing her pussy she wordlessly spread her legs wider.

All this time she stroked my cock under the covers while the cars on the t.v. went round and round. As I lightly ran my finger up and down the slit of her hairless pussy I could feel myself getting close to cumming. "Dani, honey, I’m going to cum" I told her. "Okay" she said, "I’m ready".

I then felt that wet sensation of a warm mouth cover the head of my cock and a hand caressing my balls, coaxing me to cum. My hips jerked and my cock spasmed as I shot my load into her willing little mouth. She was sucking now, and swallowing as fast as she could. My cock kept jerking and I kept cumming, it felt like it would never stop. Without a doubt, the best orgasm I had ever had and also the longest. After I had stopped cumming she continued swallowing and sucking and licking me clean. Only after she had cleaned up every last drop did she take her mouth off of my cock. Then she replaced it with one of those little hands and kept lightly caressing it.

I laid there spent, brushing her hair with one hand and still lightly stroking her pussy with the other. I will never forget that feel of that perfectly smooth pussy, not shaved, just baby smooth naturally. "Thank you Dani." was all I could manage to croak out. She lifted her head out from under the covers her hand still holding my now soft cock and told me "I love you Uncle James."

"I love you too Dani" I replied.

Danielle pt2

TaleTwister on Taboo Stories

Danielle (pt. 2)

"You’re wearing too many clothes Uncle James." she said as we sat on the couch, me still recovering from a fantastic hand and blow job from this pre-pubescent sex goddess. "When mommy is gone, daddy and I go naked and when I stay with Uncle Carl, we never wear clothes in the house". "Well," I said, "I don’t want to break any traditions."

I stood up, my soft cock hanging out of the fly of my shorts. Dani sat on the couch and unsnapped my shorts, tucked my cock back into the fly and pulled my shorts and briefs down to my ankles as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. I sat back down and she got down on the floor on her knees to unlace my tennis shoes. She remov

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ed both of my shoes, my socks, shorts and underwear and set them all under the coffee table. She had turned around still on her hands and knees as she did this and now her tiny ass and pussy were staring straight at me. And vice versa. I was mesmerized by this skinny girl who had turned my world upside down in the span of less than an hour.

She stood up and faced me with a big smile on her face. "Was I good Uncle James?" she asked. "Honey, sweety, baby, you were fantastic. You are the best girl I have ever had." I told her with a big smile. And I wasn’t lying. I was finally realizing that the evening and night were going to be one long sex fest. "Well" I asked her, "what do you want to do now?". "mm, I’m kinda hungry" she said, "do you have anything to eat?" "I bet I do baby," I replied "let me go look in the kitchen."

I came back from the kitchen, naked as a jay bird, cock swinging, with sandwiches, chips and drinks. Milk for her and a beer for me. I was feeling almost giddy by now. This was real. I was standing there, my cock hanging in the face of a little sex freak feeding her sandwiches and chips. She leaned out and pecked a little kiss on my cock. "Thats for you" she said, speaking to my cock. I laughed and told her "he like you too Dani, you’re his new best friend forever"

She laughed at that and we sat together on the couch eating and watching the end of the race. We talked about sex of course, she didn’t know much about racing. She told me all about her and her daddy and uncle, info I filed away in the back of my mind. Under most circumstances it would have been way too much information but I was so intrigued I didn’t try to stop her. She just rattled on and on. And the more she told me the more turned on I got.

I got up and took our plates back into the kitchen. When I came back Dani was on her hands and knees again, this time in front of the tv, her ass and pussy pointing straight at me. That little hairless pussy and that little brown pucker of an ass hole. What a sight.

"Whatcha doing" I asked her. "Oh, looking for some porn, you said you had some, I want to watch." she replied. "Well," I told her, "I keep that in the bedroom, you want to come watch some in the bedroom?" "Heck yes" she said and jumped up, running to grab my hand and lead me to my bedroom.

We sat up on the bed leaning back against the headboard, my one arm wrapped around her shoulder as we looked through my DVDs. "You know" she started giggling "you’re really big down there. A lot bigger than daddy or Uncle Carl. You’re like those guys in the movies." :"Well thank you very much miss Dani." I replied as a thought began to form in my now lecherous deviant mind.

We selected a movie "School Girl Nymphs" and started watching. Soon enough I was hard again and told Dani that I wanted to play with her pussy. And boy did I want to. She simply said "Okay" and without any instructions from me laid on her back, her head toward the foot of the bed, tucked a pillow up under her slender hips to elevate her pussy and then she spread her legs.

I knelt between her legs my cock rubbing on the sheets and already oozing precum and began to explore her pussy. I knew from what she had told me during sandwiches that she was far from being a virgin but still, wow, what a sight that pussy was. I played with it with my fingers first, stroking the outer lips, rubbing on her clit and teasing her hole. I slipped a finger easily in and began finger fucking. She lay there her eyes closed as she slowly moved her hips up and down and around in circles as I stroked my finger in and out. I increased the pace as my own arousal grew and she responded in kind. Her breathing got faster and more shallow. Her hips gyrated faster and faster as I took one of her hands and guided it to her clit. She took the hint and began to rub her clit as I added another finger to fill her pussy even more. This lasted maybe a minute, my two fingers pistoning in and out and her vigorously rubbing her clit before she exploded in climax.

It was amazing to watch. This little child/woman cumming like an animal, her eyes squeezed tight shut, her hips bucking and jerking on my fingers, She began to grunt and was muttering "Fuck me fuck me fuck me oh yahh fuck me daddy." I was so turned on that as her orgasm subsided and her pussy began to finally relax its grip on my fingers I slipped them out, grabbed my cock started jacking like a mad man and within seconds was spewing a wad of cum all over her belly and chest.

 

She opened her eyes to see me, cock in hand stroking stream after stream of cum out of my cock and all over her. She just looked at me briefly before laying her head back and closing her eyes again, both of her hands moving across her belly and smearing my cum up all over her nipples and rubbing them round and round. I finished coming and lay down on top of her, supporting myself on one arm, rubbing my softening cock on her pussy with my hand and kissing her on the forehead, cheeks and lips.

"Mmm baby, you are just too wonderful" I told her. She murmured something I couldn’t understand then began kissing me, We kissed for a long time, tongue thrashing kisses from hell, both of our bodies still on fire with passion. The smell of sex filled the room. My senses were in overload. One sensation I couldn’t drown out was the need to piss. Dammit I thought, why now? I reluctantly got out of bed to go to the bathroom with Dani following me.

The Daughter Dilemma (Chapter 2)

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       It is a curious trait of the more beautiful daughters of the upper middle class that, no matter how fortunate their circumstances, they yet regard their lives to be destitute and miserable.   For these indigent princesses their pink and lacey bedrooms are always too small or poorly furnished, their weekly allowances too meager,  their few household chores too burdensome,  and their free time never free enough or time enough.   And as to the cause and culprit of all their feigned adversities they look no further than to their own parents, who, no matter how so indulgent they may appear to the world, 

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;are nonetheless viewed by their baby girls as being unreasonably severe.

     Thus while Jack Holland  might be considered a "cool dad" he was not to Jamie's mind a "good daddy."   A good daddy lets his daughter have whatever she wants whenever she wants it.   A good daddy would never refuse his daughter a sporty, new car for her upcoming sixteenth birthday just because she was flunking  some boring and useless Math class.   See how hard she has taken the news: languidly laying her slender five foot ten fame across her queen sized bed,  ostensibly working at equations with her best friend Melinda, but instead playing a game of "Go Fish,"  her lustrous light brown locks falling over her knitted brow, he deep blue eyes welling up tearfully, and her full, pouty lips pouting all the more fully.

     "My life sucks, " she sighed heavily, "got any aces?"

      "Go fish."    

     Melinda studied Jamie.  What a gorgeous girl!  So tall and slender.  Perfect face.  Rich, golden tan.  Like a freakin' supermodel.  And that little butt of hers!  Any girl would kill to have a little butt that cute and curvy and tight---so tight you could use it for a pencil sharpener.  And to be so unhappy with a dad so obviously "cool!"

    "You know, it's not all that bad, Jamie." she said in way of consolation, "Look, I'm passing Math with no problems and it's not going to get me a bright red Mercury.  Any fives?"

    "Your dad doesn't own a car dealership like mine does," Jamie replied as she handed over a pair of cards decorated with five kittens, "So it's really sucky of him not to give me a car.  God! It's like a baker refusing to make his daughter a birthday cake!"

    Melinda laid down a quartet of kittenish fives and picked up on the analogy.

   "No, but my dad does run the Savings and Loan.  Still,  I can't get him to give me a fat allowance, like $250 a week---although I'd really love that---I only get the same $75 a week you get from your dad.  And I have to save up for over a month just to get a halfway decent outfit.  Besides, your dad is way cooler than my dad, so anytime you feel like swapping just let me know.   Any jacks?"  

   Jamie tugged at a card in her hand thoughtfully then shot her eyes up at Melinda.

   " What did you just say?" she gasped excitedly.

    "Jacks...any jacks?"

    "Before that, something about swapping our dads?"

    "Oh yeah, any time you want. Why?  You mean you'd  really want to switch places with me?"

    "Not exactly," Jamie beamed, "buuuuut.... Look, what if I told you you could have your $200 a week allowance?"

    "$250."

     "Whatever! Make it $350 if you want.  And I  get my birthday car!"

     "Sure, Jamie, sounds great.  But what do we have to do for it?"

      Jamie couldn't contain herself.

     "It's not what  we have to do, " she laughed deliriously, "it's who we have to do."

     "You mean 'do' like sex?"  Melinda whispered.

      Jamie nodded, her eyes searching her mathematically adept friend's face to see if Melinda  could add two and two together.

     Melinda paused quizzically for a moment. 

     "Ewww....you mean having sex with our own dads?" she cringed, "That's soooo gross!"

    "Not our own dads!" Jamie smiled, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "I mean each other's dad.  You know,  you and my dad and---"

     "Oh!" 

     Jamie saw that Melinda was blushing a bit too much. 

     "Really, it's kind of obvious that you and my dad are...  Well... It's nothing more than helping nature take its course,  I'd say.   And I wouldn't mind it in the least."

       She waited for the words to sink in as she pulled the requested card from her hand.

    "A jack?  Yes,  I have a jack.  The Jack of Hearts,"  she said, holding it out, "And he's all yours.  Take him"

    Melinda reached out her hand skittishly, not knowing how to grab a treat so gratuitously offered.  Take Jamie's dad?  She'd be insane not to!  Mr. Holland was a hottie and undoubtedly awesome in bed.  Besides, hadn't she always wanted her first sexual  encounter to be the best, mind-blowing sex possible---oral, anal, and straight up?  And who to better have it with than a stud like Mr. Holland?   And couldn't such an experienced master like Mr. Holland must be teach and train her to be the best lover any man ever had?   That is what Melinda Bailey wanted most of all: to be the lay to end all lays, the ultimate lay, the lay that turns major corporations and sovereign states into playthings.  Helen of Troy,  Cleopatra,  Catherine the Great,  Melinda Bailey.

   She took the jack from Jamie's hand and planted a fond kiss on it.  

   "I'll take him.  But what about my dad and you?"     

   "Leave him to me, " Jamie grinned,  "You're not worried are you?"

    "No.   Just horny."

     "In that case...." 

    Jamie slowly ran her hand up Melinda's soft inner thigh---higher, higher---as she moved her mouth onto hers.

[to be continued]

 

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The Daughter Dilemma

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    Like most hot teenage girls 15 year old Jamie Holland had some very hot friends; none more so than Melinda Bailey, a totally fuckable blonde with a sweet, angelic face, a firm, wide, round, smooth ass, and the biggest pair of tits you've ever seen on an 10th grader.  Naturally, Jamie's mother had her reservations about Melinda and the influence the voluptuous junior sexpot might have over her own gorgeous young daughter.  Didn't Melinda dress a little too suggestively at times, showing up at Jamie's pool parties in those itty-bitty bikinis and at her sleep-overs in those flimsy, little baby dolls?  And wouldn't any girl, especially a teenage girl, that so brazenly revealed her body like

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that be tempted if not inclined to behave just as inappropriately?  Drinking, smoking, doing weed and God knows what, and carousing at all hours with boys too old for her---in particular, the local college boys at those awful frat parties---wiggling, jiggling and giggling herself into scandalous ruin?  Heaven forbid!

     But whatever misgivings Julia Holland may have harbored about Melinda they were summarily dismissed by her husband Jack.  He saw nothing in the least way wrong with the girl who had been best friends forever with his daughter since the fourth grade.  Indeed, Melinda was the prototype of model social behavior: honor student, JROTC, girl scout, church youth group, junior literacy volunteer.  Her plate was full.  No time at all for---what was the word?---"carousing" of any sort.  Melinda even had a strict 10:30 PM curfew---weekends not excepted---and was not permitted to date until she turned 16.   

   "She's a good girl," Jack reassured his wife, "and so is Jamie.  Give them a little credit."

    That was all very well and gracious of him.  But Jack had a far less noble motive for keeping Melinda in his daughter's closest circle, moving familiarly through his house in whatever sexy outfit she chose.   To be blunt about it, he was just dying to fuck her.  But then, given the way Melinda smiled as she swung those big, juicy tits and that perfect ass of hers around, what red blooded male wouldn't want to bang her?   And to be the first!  God Damn!  Yes, he was aching to pop that sweet cherry.  He had been for years now, having had a front row seat to watch her develop into the hottest piece of ass on the planet.  It was his determined course of action, a life goal, to fuck Melinda Bailey. 

    And towards that end he had been steadily and stealthily preparing both himself and Melinda for the inevitable roll in the hay.  He worked out regularily, building his own body into a sleek, buff, tight butted object of girlish desire, even keeping his chest clean shaven.  He involved himself playfully in Jamie and Melinda's recreations, in paricular the pool parties (which, truth be told, were his suggestion), performing the role of the "cool dad" longed for by every teenage girl.  In the process he had acquainted himself with Melinda's habits and interests, more and more as a friend than as a friend's father, while all the while impressing her as much with his mature understanding as with his youthful athleticism.   

    "You're dad is so totally awesome," he overheard Melinda whisper to Jamie one day.

    "What? You're not crushing on my dad now, are you?" Jamie tittered back.

     But Melinda didn't answer.    

     Jack smacked his lips at that.  Damn, that little piece of ass was practically his for the taking.  Instant Pussy!  But complications would soon be thrown athwart his designs on Melinda Bailey.  And then not from the expected quarter of a sanctimonious wife; but from the unforeseen hand of a seemingly ingenuous daughter, who was just as methodically working out her own agenda, and who would lay before him the most perverse dilemma a father could ever face.  Jack would find he wasn't the only daddy getting prepared to fuck his daughter's best friend.   

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My name is Valerie everyone calls me Val I had left school; I did not get any good grades from my GCSE exams.

I looked for work, and could only get a job as a waitress part time at the local pub.

I went to see my former headmaster, he suggested that I go

Gentle Journey Chapter 5

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Mika awoke spread-eagled on the sofa; Kit was suckling her pussy his tongue penetrating so deep inside her snaking in and out, at the same time he was squeezing her prick-clit tugging it and rolling the nub in fingers. Stars and shards of light erupted yet again in her mind

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Kit held her to him; his hands sweeping up and down her back, Mika felt a multitude of sensations has his fingers rolled across her shoulders down her spine, sending evermore electrifying shocks through her body. She could now feel his huge snake like cock pressing urgently

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Mika could not get the incident with Kit out of her head, she kept seeing him standing before her his big cock sticking up like a stout tree, she thought he was about 200mm (8”) to 250mm (9”) or bigger, she could still feel the rippling hard cock rubbing her pussy and slidi

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Through the clouds of the muzzy morning Mika woke to her mother calling loudly, “I am off are you up yet?” Mika’s throat stung and her eyes were puffy and swollen, she thought to herself another hay fever choking day. Her mum Petra put her head around the door, “Come on sle

Being Mastered

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Being Mastered

By Suzan

 

I have a Master and yes, I am owned. I’m not a slave, but a submissive. Happy with my Master, I live under his roof, his tutelage, his caring and protection, and basically, under his thumb. He is not radically mean to me, nor does he beat me severely when I do wrong against his wishes. He is very patient, but he can and will come down on me spitefully if I err badly. I seldom err as just the act of doing wrong is punishment enough to me. I know when I do wrong and I psychologically flog myself sometimes before Master even notices my wrong. And seldom do I feel his wrath. But, it is always there pending and I know it. So thus, I am a good sub.

Also, I am a mute.

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I cannot talk aloud. I can whisper, and make strange noises due to a recent operation on my throat. Master knows this. I know this. I try my very best to talk with my hands, my eyes, my facial expressions. I say yes with an ss sound. No, with a long ssss sound. My only audible verbage. The part of this that hurts me the most is when I am in the throes of an orgasm. I used to be very verbal and loud when I climaxed. I miss being able to scream out my pleasure and my excitement.

Now to my story.

Many years ago while traveling, I drove through a rainbow that ended right on the highway that I was driving on. It was like driving through a dense shadow. It was very eerie. Several times since, I have had this feeling of being within a similar shadow, at times when it was unlikely there were any shadows. Its something a person is aware of for seconds and soon forgotten after.

At this very moment, I feel that I am in another shadow, or possibly being controlled by some sort of shadow. I can barely see light, but I can’t quite focus clearly on anything. I feel a soft tightness around my head and covering my eyes. I can’t move my arms or my legs. I try, but they are constrained somehow. Not all that uncomfortably, but I am unable to move. I woke up this way not long moments ago and have been wondering if I am like a fly in a spider’s web.

My evening started with me chatting with friends on the web. Three different times, my monitor went dim and the overhead light dimmed, but it went back as it was, so I didn’t think of it again............then at least. I enjoyed visiting with many chat friends and soon I was tired and decided to hit the hot tub and then go to bed. The hot tub was soothing to my tired muscles and the hum of the motor and bubbles from the jets soon took my aches and cares away. While half dozing in the hot tub, I felt rather than heard something amiss. I can’t put my finger on what it was, but I just felt something different.

I dressed for bed and crawled snugly under the covers. Master is away for a few days so I have the whole bed to myself. After getting warm, I roll on my back and look up at the ceiling and think of my life. My wins, my losses, my good times and bad, everything in general. But, alone without the warmth of my Master’s body, I shiver slightly. I need my Master. This is the first time I have been alone since he has accepted me. We usually have sex before we go to sleep, sometimes even before we go to bed. Sometimes habits are hard to break. I find myself caressing my breasts and thinking naughty thoughts. Thinking how wonderful it would be if my Master were here letting me tend to his needs, which in essence satisfies my own.

With thoughts of Master’s hands touching me, I caress myself, tweak my nipples as he would. A moan of pleasure escapes my lips as my hands roam down across my flat stomach to my mound. It is warm, and soft and I can feel the dew starting to form just inside my pussy as it does when Master is near. With one finger on my puffy lips, I emit another louder moan as the feeling is nearly too much for me to bear. I press my finger to myself and it rubs on my protruding clit as the tip slips easily inside my tender folds. I move my finger up and down, never straying far from the bud that makes life worthwhile. My finger is very wet now and I gently push it inside myself a little. I feel the soft and sensitive inner lips open like a flower to my penetrating digit. My hips rise uncontrollably against my hand. My hand pushes harder against my opening, my Master’s opening. He does it so much better than I can.

Another finger joins the first and the noises they make incite sensual aphrodisiacal thoughts to my ears and my senses. I bring my wetness to my aching clit with my fingertips and circle it and prod at it and push it from side to side. Again my fingers dip into my pussy and push deep. I feel the moistness flow freely now and again press at my clit. My other hand squeezes one breast and pinches the diamond hard nipple. The sensuous noises get louder as my fingers move faster, each wet finger sliding alongside my clit eliciting sparks inside my aching, wanting body. My body is tense and the only thing supporting it is my heels and the back of my head as I urge myself into my orgasm. From somewhere a loud wailing shriek is heard and then another that turns into a long mewling eerie moan that lasts for long seconds. My pussy convulses and spasms on my fingers and my fluids flow freely over my hand and onto the sheet. My body crashes back down into my discharged wetness of the bed. I listen intently to hear where the yells have come from and then smile to myself. I almost laugh out loud when it dawns on me that it was I that was making such a commotion. Calmed and sated now, I rise and get a couple towels and lay over my wet spots and crawl back in bed and lay again, looking at the ceiling, thinking, and finally nodding off.

Am I dreaming? Why can’t I move? I wonder to myself. I feel a presence approaching and I hold my breath and hold very still. My body trembles and someone is whispering at my ear……"Don’t try to move, don’t say anything". Then nothing but dead silence. My Master is home unexpectedly. I worry and fret that I have not done all my duties thinking that he would be gone longer. I wrack my brain to try to remember all that I was bid to do and if I had done them or not. My breath quickens and my body fidgets unknowingly. My mind wanders. I dare not disobey him.

I feel heat against my face.....not burning, but a different warmth. I hold very still as Master has ordered, but my eyes see his naked outline, close. He whispers, "Open your mouth my slut".

I do as I am bid and immediately feel his cock slide across my lips.. My tongue snakes out to taste him. I am rewarded with his lovely taste. I know it well, I desire it more than life. My world has come to life as a new flower reaches toward the sun in the spring. My Master is home. My Master loves me. The world is right.

Slowly Master's cock slides back and forth over my open lips. Then my tongue feels the ridge of the sensitive head right over my mouth. I hear a whisper, "Suck me my slut". Now my spring flower really blooms. My lips suck at the wonderfully big head laying on my lips. My toungue licks between my lips. I feel Master leaning over me, guiding his cock straighter into my mouth. Master presses just the big head in my mouth and I suckle. And I suckle dilligently. And I suckle lovingly. I suckle as if it is the last morsel of its kind in the world. My tongue dances around the ridge, into the hole, round and round as my cheeks hollow with suction.

I hear Master sigh and moan in delight at my prowess. Master is now moving slightly up and down fucking my sucking mouth with short strokes. My pussy is wet. My nipples are hard and ache to be abused somehow. It is always this way when I please Master. It is like this sometimes when I even have thoughts of Master. It is a fact of life, that it is like this more than less throughout each day since Master has taken me for his own.

I feel the warmth and touch of his hand at my breast. Gentle caressing, finger tracing the taut areola, tenderly tweaking the nipple. Now my sighs and moans are heard over my slurping mouth as I continue to please Master. Master has a Midas touch with my body. He knows each note of my body. Each string and how taut each has to be to play beautiful music. Each note of my scale and he plays such wonderful and powerful music with my body.

His hand leaves my breast to slowly trail his gentle fingertips down over my flat tummy. Tracing around my navel. My eyes smile as I know well what is next. I lie still as ordered as Masters fingertip slips into my small navel and touches the one nerve that goes from there to my very being. He very gently scratches the tiny knot inside that sends tremors through my whole body. My mind reels with passion and unadulterated lust as he orchestrates my sexual being.

His wonderful cock is slowly fucking my mouth. Playing one perfect melody through my tight sucking lips, and one even better tune with his caressing fingers.

His hand leaves my navel and travels lower, agonizingly slowly to my pulsing mound. As Master presses his fingers down over the top of my slit, his cock enters my throat. My lips are stretched as tight as violin strings from his perfect girth. Master knows my limits perfectly. He knows me, what I want, what I feel at any moment, what I can and cannot handle and he uses me accordingly. His fingertip slides down in the wet groove of my pussy as he presses deeper into my throat. I feel his fingers open my nether lips. Around his finger I feel the coolness my hot wetness makes as it is exposed to the air. I cannot help but to push my hips up against his hand. No, ohhhh no, I moved. I have disobeyed and his hand withdrawa and his cock is pulled rudely from my mouth. I am very suddenly completely empty of physical feeling. But my mind, my inner feelings are afire with fear and repulsion of myself. Not fear of pain, but fear of not feeling Master happy. Tears spill from my eyes but I dare not wipe them away. I dare not move as Master has bid me.

He turns and walks away towards his study leaving me cringing in absence of his touch, his wonderful, magical touch. My body is wracked with sorrowful sobs. I know I deserve this. I know I have done wrong. I flog my own mind and cuss at myself quietly. I have caused my own pain. I am not his slut at this moment. I am not his loving whore as I want to be. I am absolutely nothing......to me or to him I fear. I lay crying for what seems days, but in reality, has only been short minutes.

Master walks to me, looks down at me sternly. My eyes apologize for all they are worth through the tears. He reaches for a tissue on the nightstand and tenderly wipes my tears away and the ones that have slid down to the sides of my face. He smiles slightly and I see warning in his look even though he is smiling.

Master stands. I see his cock has softened and I cannot help another rash of tears knowing I have disappointed him. Again he wipes my eyes as I lay dead still. My eyes pleading for forgiveness.

He nearly roars, fire coming from his eyes, "You are my whore Suzan. My slut. You will do as I bid. Perfectly and every time. Do you understand Suzan"?

I start to open my mouth to answer and he slightly turns his head and gives me a strong look. My eyes tell him "Yes Master" as best as they can.

"Good, enough said then Suzan", he whispers strongly. Then he smiles. I smile. The world is right again.

He looks through my eyes, into my very soul and whispers, "Now again, my whore......do not move".

I lay as still as I can. Almost afraid to breathe as to break the spell.

Master rolls me on my back. He looks up and down my bared body. I watch his eyes. They smile when they pass my breasts and brighten even lighter when he looks at my bare pussy lips. He puts a hand on each of my knees and gently spreads me. He puts each hand behind my knees and raises my wide spread legs. His smile tourn to excitement.....then lust, as his soft hands slide from behind my knees, down my thighs until his hands are on each side of my pouty slit. His thumbs tenderly caress the lips and he gently opens me to his bidding.

I want so bad to buck up and feel his fingers penetrate me......drive into me.....sate me....but....I know better than to move. I shiver with excitement as his thumbs rub my wet inner lips.....then touch my clitoris. It is all I can do to not shudder with excitement, but I do not want to disappoint Master again. I cringe inside, afraid my excitement will give me away. That I will jump or even move slightly. I accept the wonderful punishment he is meting out because of my disobedience before. I bite my lip to stem some feeling below. He is so wonderfully methodic in his ministrations.

Without moving more than closing my eyes in pleasure and heaving a sigh.....I climax. A big climax..........I scream quietly inside myself from the incredible pleasure he is evoking in me.

"Suzan..........feel my cock", he whispered.

My right hand reached out and grasped his now hard cock. "Do you like that Suzan" he said smiling. I answered only with my eyes. No movement, no noise...........except for my hand stroking Master's beautiful cock.. My eyes screamed......"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes Master Sir: His eyes radiated happiness and love at my silent outburst.

He reached down and took my hand off his cock and lay it on my left breast, looked into my eyes and nodded slightly. I have learned Master through love and caring and some trial and error. He has been very patient and appreciative of me and my ways. I knew what he wanted. I started caressing my breast.....circling the tightening areola......aching to squeeze my taut nipple.....but I know better. As I continued, Master knee walked close to my face and lay his cock across my lip. As a normal reaction, my lips opened and my tongue licked at him. Master looked at me and just slightly turned his head as if to say "No". I just lay there with my lips parted and my tongue half sticking out as he sawed his heavenly cock back and forth over my mouth. His finger had never left my wanton cunt and I was nearing another climax. He pulled back from me and straddled my arm and rubbed his now wet cock across my straining nipple. Each time his big crown would catch on it, I nearly died from pleasure. I squeezed my breast and held my hard nipple up for him to do his will. Master knows how I am pleased in so many small ways. He pulled back and squeezed a drop of pre cum right onto my aching nipple and imperceptively nodded again to me. My fingers closed over my slick nipple......pinching....twisting......."Suzan", he said........"Cum for me, my slut".........OMG.......yessssssssaaaa .....my body trembles in another shuddering orgasm. My body just took over........he knew it would happen and smiled silently......my body literally danced on the floor with incredible spasms of pleasure and heat throughout my body. Each time I pinched and twisted my nipple, another eruption would take place...............my mouth wide in silence.......my eyes tightly shut.....the cords in my neck taut.....my body arching.....my butt bouncing like a rubber ball.

Not feeling anything but pleasure.....I noticed not when he crawled around and in between my legs until I felt the blunt head of his heavenly cock press into my wetness. It penetrated slightly as my body continued to jerk and shudder. My eyes flew open to his brilliant smile. My eyes pleaded...."Yes", plainly enough for him to see. He lunged forward stabbing half his precious cock into my wet and wanton hole and then he was still. I worked my inner muscles on his cock.....sucking.....milking.......trying to pull him into me more. I looked into his eyes.......he looked back into mine.......I saw a minute change in his face......felt it in his demeanor......it went from play to serious in a minute part of one second. I watched his eyes close slightly as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down on his shaft. Not so gently, but perfectly angled and hard. My neck arched in slight discomfort as his cock was thrust against my cervix. He held me there.......gorged with his fullness......almost aching for more, but......no room left. His hands tightened on my hips and he gently pressed harder......I couldn't help it........another climax ripped through my whole being as he pressed tightly to bottom of my cunt......spasm after spasm after spasm racked my body as he held me fully on his shaft.......I was like a rag doll......at this instant I would die if Master wished me to....I would steal....pillage......rape...............anything. He knew where I was......he knew what he was doing to me.

I mouthed the words, "Feed me Master......baby needs feed Sir". He complied and pressed even harder against my giving uterus. I felt more than I have ever felt....deeper inside me. His hands tightened almost painfully on my hips as his own hips jerked forward one more time. AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. His cock penetrated into a tightness never before felt by him......................or me......head back, eyes closed he held me so tight as he roared from way deep in his body.......his cock swollen with blood......with lust......with need................finally after long pleasurable seconds, Master's cock swelled to even larger dimensions and erupted into my very soul......I could feel hot fiery cum shoot up inside me strongly......it surged to untouched places......again and again and again it pumped inside me, filling my uterus, filling my need, filling my life.

Master held on for a long time, held deep inside me for a long time, draining himself completely before sitting back on his haunches. He sagged from exertion, from expending his powerful seed into his personal whore. Sated, breathing regularly now, he looks up ay my supine nakedness.......past my drooling pussy......to my smiling face.........he tiredly smiles........"Soozan........you are good for me", he barely audibly whispers. My smile widens as his caring words.......he sees my happiness and holds his hands out to mine. I raise my tired arms to grasp his hands. I feel the love flowing from them into mine. He pulls me up and clasps me tightly to him. My hands are caught between us at his crotch. I feel the slickness of our mating on his now soft cock. I lovingly stroke him. We are nose to nose taking in each others eyes, sparks still burn inside.....embers of feelings.....adoration.....of love.

Master lies back, legs spread, his soft wet cock lying on his upper thigh.......knowing me.....knowing I am not complete yet......he offers what I crave.......his used cock.......wet with our love juices. I lie perpindicular to him, head on his thigh, looking up at his smiling face. I take his cock in my tiny hands and pull it towards my face. I rub the wet, still leaking, head across my lips.......I cum.....I can't help it at all ...............I cum hard and spasm as his cock is swept into my mouth......sucking as if a hungry baby.....wanting all.....wanting more......wanting Master. As I suckle tenderly, Master's smile fades into slackness. His breath calms to normal. His eyes close in sated slumber........as mine do....my mouth penetrated with Master's power over me....with his magnificant cock.......I love you Master Sir......I really, truly do Sir.....................I hope this pleases you Sir....you are my life Sir.....my night and day Sir.......my dream Sir.......am yours more every second Sir.

ss......ss......ss...... Suzan

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Lisa's friend gets her dad horny

sugaray on Taboo Stories

I just thought that I was a normal 50 year old man that loved women around the age of 40 or so.  Lusting after young girls never entered my mind- that is until that fated afternoon at my house.

My name is Mike and I have been married for 30 years to the same woman and during that time we have taken care of our 2 daughters. Our oldest daughter is 23 and our youngest is 13.  Our oldest daughter no longer lives with us, which leaves only our daughter, Lisa (who is 13 now) as the only daughter at home.

Our youngest daughter, Lisa, looks like an average 13 year old- about 5' tall and probably about 85 pounds soaking wet. 

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After the first day of school (school had just started again after being off for the summer) Lisa comes home and the first thing that she asks is if Phyllis (one of her best friends) can come over and go swimming in our pool for the afternoon.  You see, Lisa and Phyllis are almost hooked at the hip; they seem to do everything together.  During this past summer vacation, Phyllis had gone to stay with her grandmother, who lived a couple of states away.  So, I knew that they had a lot of catching up to do; so I said "Sure, she is welcome anytime."

It had been almost 3 months since I had laid eyes on Phyllis, but being a 13 year old girl, I was sure that she probably looked about the same little girl that seemed to stay at our house all the time.

In about 30 minutes, Phyllis walked up on our yard and spoke to me, "Hello, Mr. Black- how are you today?"

"I'm fine thank you, but remember, call me Mike".  Phyllis giggled and ran into the house.  She looked about the same girl as I remembered, but with that beach towel wrapping around her body, it was hard to tell.  It looked as though she may have grown another inch or two and gained 10 or so pounds- but I was just guessing.

I thought back on last summer, when me, my wife, Lisa and Phyllis were all in our pool, splashing and playing around- just having  fun.  "What a sweet little girl", I thought to myself- so sweet and innocent.

Just as I was thinking those words, Lisa and Phyllis came out of the house and were heading for the pool, when they both stopped at where I was sitting, and Phyllis took her towel off.  My eyes couldn't believe what I was looking at.  Here was a thirteen year old girl who now had the breasts of an 18 year old.  Her breasts had grown from two little dots to a couple of large natural tits.  I was stunned as the girls stood there and giggled.

"Well, Dad, what do you think about Phyllis' tits?  They are huge, aren't they!!"

I was stunned!! I didn't know what to say, as I kept staring at two of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen.  Again, they laughed some more as they ran for the pool.  Phyllis was wearing an extremely tight 2 piece swimsuit, which barely kept her tits in.  Now her butt had gotten more rounder than before but nothing like her boobs had become.

As I watched Phyllis splash around in my pool, I found something ugly beginning to happen- I was getting a hard-on and my mouth began to moisten as I leered at this little girl's body.  I had to calm myself down as I knew that this was wrong- very wrong of me to have bad, lustful feelings about Phyllis.

Suddenly, Phyllis swam over to the side of the pool that occupied my lounge chair.  "Mr. Black, I mean "Mike"- come on in and help me do dive bombers like we did last year."  If you don't know what "dive bombers" are, it is when you place your hands  upward, side by side, and the other person sits onto your hands and you give them a boost as they jump into the air and then they land like a bomb.

Ordinarily, a request like this would not be a problem, but now with Phyllis'   new body, it would mean that my hands would be all over her ass and just maybe my hands would slip up and tough her beautiful breasts.  I was going to have to turn this request down!!  I surely didn't need this kind of trouble.  When I told Phyllis that I had better get a raincheck on this, she came over to me and set in my lap and begged me to play with them.  As she sit there, my cock began to harden and I noticed she had a clever smile on her face.  Phyllis then got up and dragged me into the pool, as my heart began beating faster, just thinking about those wonderful natural tits and that rounded ass of hers.  We then began to play "dive bombers" as my hands ended up all over her body.  After several turns at this, Phyllis and Lisa swam over to where I was in the pool.  Lisa decided that she was going to swim laps as Phyllis and I were sitting on the edge of the pool.  Phyllis asked me if I didn't want to tread some water to tone up our bodies.  As I get into the water, I am face to face with Phyllis as she reaches down under the water and grabs for my hard cock,  As she grabs hold of it and pulls it out of my swimtrunks, she begins stroking it slowly.  I don't know what to say, but I said, "you know you surely shouldn't be doing that- you are just a child."

"I may be young but I know how to turn a man on- watch me!!"  She began stroking my cock faster and faster as my eyes were beginning to roll in the back of my head.  Lisa hollered over to where we were and said that she  was going in to take a shower and she would be back shortly.

Just as soon as Lisa went into the house, Phyllis told me to sit on the edge of the pool. As I did, she popped my hard cock into her mouth and began to suck me with  as much suction as she could muster up.  It was not long before I said that I was going to shoot off.  She just smiled and kept sucking until my cock spewed forth stream after stream of hot cum down her throat.  Phyllis smiled and said, "I just love the taste of hot cum."

In a few minutes, Lisa came back out and said that grandma was sick and that she wanted  mom to stay with her tonight.  I began thinking, "That would leave just me and Lisa at home, and if I could get Phyllis to spend the night with Lisa, then we could have a fucking good time- Me and Phyllis.

Lisa asked Phyllis if she could spend the night with us and she had to ask her mom.  After making a phone call , Phyllis came back and said that would be all right.

I began to feel guilty- Phyllis was only 13 and I could go to jail for this, but I just couldn't pull myself away from her dynamite body.  I wanted to fuck her badly and fill her with my hot cum.

Phyllis whispered into my ear that as soon as Lisa went to sleep, she would come into my bedroom, for Lisa is a heavy sleeper and Phyllis knew that would be fucking all night without any interuption.

Just as they had planned, Lisa dropped quickly off to sleep and Phyllis tip-toed into my room.  She slid into bed beside me, wearing nothing- she was completely naked.  Immediately, I began licking on those marvelous tits and sucking the nipples into my mouth as my teeth chewed on them until she began to moan.  I reached down and felt the moisture between her cunt lips.  I moved down toher pussy and began lapping her cunt like a dog in heat.  With this, Phyllis started moaning and writhing her ass  as it raised up to meet my tongue as it fucked her quicker and quicker.

Phyllis began shouting, "I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours.  I want to know how a woman feels when she is fucked."

I asked her, "Have you ever had sex before?"

"Just oral sex- I'm still a virgin."

"Maybe we shouldn't do this", I said.  "I could be put in jail."

"Who is going to know- I surely won't tell."

"Why did you pick me to be your first lover," I asked.

"Because I've known you for quite a while and you are a very kind and gentle man- and I know you will take it easy with me."

With that, Phyllis got on top of me and slid her body onto mine as our juices combined with each others.  Next, she very slowly lowered her cunt onto my 8 inch hard cock.  Inch by inch, she lowered herself until she got to her hymen and then stopped.  I rolled her over as I got on top of her and I told her that this was going to hurt for just a few seconds and then it would begin feeling better.  I quickly plunged into her as I broke through her wall.  Blood began trickling down her leg as she yelled, "Damn, it hurts                 ."

I kept fucking her in and out as slowly she got into the rhythm of fucking .  I began pounding her cunt and sucking on her tits as she began tomoan, "OOOHHHH YYEEAAHHH- it's starting to feel good.  Keep fucking me, Mike.  I want you to shoot off inside my waiting pussy.  I continued pounding Phyllis' ass as her litle ass kept up the rhythm with my hard dick.  I began yelling, "MMMYY GGGOOGGGG your pussy is the best I have ever had- so hot and tight.  I am going to fuck you all night.

And we did- fuck all night.  From that point on, we would get alone as much as we could and we fucked until we couldn't stand up.                        

Goodnight Kiss

thegreenscar3 on Taboo Stories

"I wanna fuck you, so bad", I told her. "I know and you want to suck on my nipples like a baby, eat my pussy till I drench your face, and I quote Pound my sweet tight ass", she repeated some off the dirty things I had told her I wanted to do to her. "Why don't you stop teasing me and start doing me", she smiled warmly at me. "You know I can't", I told her as I stroked her long blond hair. She

The Thrill Of Taboo part 6

britneyh80@yahoo.com on Taboo Stories

The Thrill of Taboo (part 6)
by Britney
(The story, characters, and my personal beliefs, are a work of fiction.)

It was later in the evening now. Megan and I were in the kitchen getting dinner ready. Kevin and Katy were in the living room and they were supposed to be doing their homework. I pulled the chicken out of the oven and seasoned it. I placed it on a towel next to the stove to let it cool. I washed my hands as Megan was working on the salad. I dried my hands off, and turned around. Megan had her back to me and she was working on a head of lettuce on a cutting board. I walked up behind her and reached my arms around her waist, and ran my hands up her tight stomach all the way to her tits. I rested my chin on her shoulder. Sh
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e looked at me and smiled as she kissed my mouth.

"I'm glad your home." I whispered to her as i moved my tongue in her mouth.
"I am really happy to be home. What a nice surprise that was to come home too. Thank you so much for all your work with my kids." she said
"I was more then happy to do it. We can fill you in on all that you missed while you were gone during dinner." I said
"Tell me now." she said "I am curious about how it all started."
"Its kind of a long story, but I just started talking to them about sex. Katy told me how she fooled around with her boyfriend a little, and I just suggested that she could practice on her brother. I mainly just showed her how to suck his cock. Then later that night It was just me and her, and I showed her how to masturbate. Kevin wanted to fuck her, and I told him no. Then he wanted to fuck me and I told him that he needed to wait." I said
"Why did he need to wait?" She asked
"Well I didn't want him to fuck Katy obviously because we can't have her getting pregnant. And I didn't let him fuck me because I wanted his first time to be with his mother." I said
"Thank you for making him wait, I'm glad that I was his first." she said

We made out for a few more minutes in silence. Megan's hand worked down my pants and she playing with my clit.

"Will you go tell them that its time to eat?" she asked
"Yea I'll go tell them... After dinner do you mind if I have sex with your son?" I asked

She pulled her finger out of my pussy and moaned as she brought it up to her mouth.
"You can fuck my son anytime you feel like it Britney." she said

I smiled as i turned around and headed down the hall way towards the living room. I heard Kevin and Katy's voice as I got closer. I stood quiet so I could listen.

"Stop moving around so much. That makes me choke when you force it in my mouth like that." I heard Katy say.
"But it makes it feel good when it's moving faster. Try to use your hand more as you suck it." Kevin said
"I will if you just sit still." she said

I peeked around the corner. Kevin was sitting on the couch naked. Katy was on her knees in front of him. She was wearing a pair of really cute red pajama's. I could see the back of her head moving up and down on her brother's cock. Her ass was arched out and she had her left hand down her pajamas playing with herself. Kevin kept trying to put his hand on her head, and she slapped it away every time. I enjoyed the scene for a minute, then walked in.

"You guys are supposed to be doing your home work." I said

Katy's head popped up and she turned around and wiped her mouth as she looked up at me. The two just giggled for a second, before Katy turned around and went back to work on her brothers cock. I walked over and sat on the couch next to Kevin, and watched Katy.

"You are getting really good at that Katy." I said

She looked at me and smiled with her eyes. She was getting good at it too. Her right hand was circling the base of his penis as her head moved up and down, just like I taught her. She turned her head to the side momentarily and Kevin's dick bulged out of her right cheek.

"I wish I had a brother that I could of done this too when I was thirteen. I didn't have sex for the first time until I was nearly seventeen." I said

The two just ignored me. Kevin's eyes were glued to his cock going in and out of his sisters mouth. They both looked like they were having fun, and I didn't want to stop them. I got off the couch and looked at them.

"It's time for dinner guys, your mom is waiting for us in the kitchen." I said "So Kevin as soon as you cum, come to the kitchen so we can eat."

Kevin just nodded his head not really listening to me. Katy pulled her head up and looked at Kevin.

"Can we go eat now, I'm really hungry and my mouth is getting sore." she said
"No just a little bit longer, I'm almost there." Kevin cried

I felt excitement shoot through my body. The muscles in my pussy tightened like they do when I get really horny. I had jeans on and I could feel my juices start to leak down my thigh. I got on my knees and crawled up behind Katy.

"Take a break Katy I'll finish up here." I said

She moved out of the way and I crawled up to Kevin. He gave me a cute exited smile, as I quickly pulled off my shirt and bra. I looked at his sexy young body. He was around one hundred and thirty pounds, and had a very thin petite male body. His chest was smooth, with no hair. His skin was soft and smooth. He had a really nice cock for a thirteen year old. It wasn't fully developed yet. It was thin and maybe five inches long. His scrotum and balls were smooth and silky with thin blonde pubic hair.

I kissed his leg and lightly ran my tongue up his thigh until I reached his balls. I sucked on the skin of his scrotum before i ran my tongue up his young shaft. I kissed the head of his dick and stuck my tongue up the hole of his penis before taking his cock all the way to the back of my throat. His eyes closed and I watched the pleasure in his face as I sucked him. I took him out of my mouth, and ran my tongue back down his penis to his balls. Kevin giggled nervously, and his body tightened as my tongue ran across his asshole. I grabbed his dick and stroked it with my right hand, as I pushed my face deeper in his ass. He relaxed slowly as he got used to my tongue licking out his asshole. I stopped and looked up at him. His eyes opened and he had a far away intoxicated look.

I kept eye contact, and I licked his cock, as I massaged his asshole with my left middle finger. I pushed very gently and felt his rectum hug my finger as it slid in. I opened my mouth and sucked his penis slowly as I waited for his asshole to relax. His cock twitched in my mouth as I started finger fucking his tight hole.

"Do you like this Kevin?" I asked
"Yes it feels really good." he said

I glanced over my right shoulder and saw Katy. She was standing their watching with her hand between her legs masturbating over her pajama's.

"Katy go ask your mother if she wants to come watch." I told her.

She quickly ran towards the hall way and stopped.

"MOM KEVIN IS GOING TO FUCK BRITNEY!!!!" she yelled

Kevin jacked off while I worked off my jeans and panties. I started kissing his stomach around his belly button. I moved slowly licking and kissing up his stomach and chest, until I reached his mouth. I kissed him softly and moved my tongue around his lips.

"Will you do what you were doing with your finger some more." he whispered nervously.
"You don't have to be shy Kevin." I said "Tell me what you want."
"I just want you to put your finger in there again." he said
"Ok, but I want you to fuck me now. I have been dying for you to slide your dick in my cunt. I am going to sit on the couch, and I want you to roll on top of me. I want you to stick your cock in me, and I will play with your asshole until you cum." I said still kissing him.

I heard Megan's footsteps come down the hall. I crawled up on the couch, and helped Kevin roll on top of me. With a few more movements I felt his teenage dick slide into me. I could feel the pulses in his penis race as he fucked me like a rabbit. I rubbed his asshole for a moment, before i slid my finger in it.

I finger fingered his asshole, at the same pace that he fucked me. Katy and Megan stood and watched his young balls bounced as he rammed his cock in me. I felt his rectum flexing and tightening around my finger. He let out a squeaky moan as I felt his cum move up his shaft and release against the upper wall of my cunt.

Twenty minutes later the four of us were dressed and sitting at the dinner table. I sat next to Megan. Kevin and Katy were sitting across the table.

"Kevin slow down, this is not a race." Megan demanded.

I looked across the table and laughed. Kevin's cheeks were full like a hamster. Katy was the opposite of her brother in that sense. She sat very proper with her napkin on her lap. She took very small bites and chewed her food a long time before swallowing. It was fun to watch them. They were so much a like yet so much different.

"Have you both finished your homework?" Megan said in her mother authority tone.

"I have, but Kevin hasn't even started." Katy said
"Mine is not due for two more days, I'll finish it tomorrow during lunch." Kevin said
"No you will finish it tonight, when you are done eating." Megan said sternly.

Kevin dropped his head disappointedly. I looked at Megan and she had a stern look on her face as she continued eating. I thought she was being kind of ruff about it. This was a big night for us, and I was looking forward to us all playing together after dinner. Megan is their mother after all, and I don't want to get in the way of what she thinks best.

We all sat and ate our dinner in silence. A few minutes went buy and Megan excused herself to the bathroom. As she left the room Kevin and Katy both looked at me.

"I'll go talk to her, and maybe I can get you out of your home work tonight Kevin." I said

Kevin smiled, as I got up and went down the hall. I got to the bathroom and the door was cracked. I could hear the sound of Megan's pee splashing in the water. I walked in and Megan was on the toilet. She looked up at me.

"Haven't you ever heard of a thing called privacy?" she said laughing
"I don't think we need privacy in this house anymore." I said "At least when I am here."

I straddled her legs and sat on her lap facing her. I kissed her on the lips softly.

"What would you say if Kevin finished up his homework tomorrow night, and we all have some fun tonight?" I asked

She looked at the wall, and thought about it for a moment.

"I just don't want this to start bad habits is all." she said. "I don't want them to be like me and drop out of high school and get pregnant and tied up. I want them to learn from my mistakes, and get good grades and go to college."

I stood up off of her lap as i heard the last few drops of urine trickle. I unrolled a few tissues of toilet paper.

"How about we go back to dinner and we make a few rules." I said as I wiped her pussy.
"What kind of rules?" she asked

"We will say every night they have to get their homework done when they first get home from school, before there is any kind of sex." I said
"That would work I suppose. I'm not so much worried about Katy, but Kevin is a huge slacker, and I see all this as just more of a distraction for him." she said pulling up her pants.
"We could tell him that you, me, or Katy will not suck his dick, or let him fuck us until his home work is done, and you have checked it over." I said

"Now that is a good idea." Megan said laughing. "Your making me horny too."
"Why don't we go tell them all the rules then." I said kissing her.

We walked back down the hall, and sat at the dinner table.

"Ok Kevin, you don't have to do your homework tonight." she said
"Yessss!" Kevin shouted

"But just tonight." Megan demanded. "Britney and I just discussed it, and starting tomorrow there will be no fucking, blow jobs, or any other sexual activity until you guys both have your homework done and laid out for my inspection. Is that understood."

"Yes." they both said at the same time.

"And Katy you and me are going down to the clinic tomorrow so we can get you on the pill." Megan said
The expression on Katy's face changed from exited to worried.

"What do I have to do?" she asked nervously.

"Its not bad at all Katy." I said "You just go in a room and the doctor will come in, and put his fingers in your cunt. Then he will give you prescription. And you will need to take it every morning."

"Why do i need to do this again?" she asked
"Because once you have been taking the pills for about a week then you will be able to fuck your brother any time you want. Then when Tom gets home he can fuck you too." I said
"Will I be able to fuck some boys at school too?" she asked
"Yea you can fuck any boy....."
"No! you are not allowed to have sex with any boys outside of this house." Megan demanded

I looked at Megan and smiled.

"So I will be able to fuck Katy anytime I want." Kevin blurted
"Yes, as long as your homework is done, and it's ok with Katy." Megan said
"I will let you anytime, just as long as your nice to me." Katy said
"I'll be really nice to you for no on ok." Kevin told her.

Katy's face lit up. All she ever wanted was her brother to be nice to her. He wasn't really mean to her, just your usual brother sister stuff.

"I wish we could have sex tonight." Katy told him
"You too can have anal sex." Megan said chewing her food.
"No I don't want to do that." Katy said shaking her head
"It feels really good Katy if its done right." I said
"really?"
"Yea I think you should give it a try. I'll help you guys. Your brothers cock isn't that big so it will be nice to start on." I said
"Ok as long as you are there. I like it when Britney helps it makes it a lot more fun." Katy said.
"Lets do it right now!" Kevin insisted
"You can as soon as you help me with the dishes." Megan said
"Katy, lets let Kevin and mom do the dishes, because we need to go have a little girl time before your brother fucks you in your asshole." I said
"ok" she smiled
"Is that ok with you mom?" I asked Megan
"That is fine." she said "Kevin start gathering the plates and bring them over to the sink so I can rinse them."

I stood up and walked around the table to Katy. We smiled at each other as I approached. I reached out my hand to her.

"Come with me little lady." I said

She grabbed my hand and stood up as we walked out of the kitchen I saw Kevin watching her ass as she walked. I blew a kiss to him as we left the room.

"Where are we going?" she asked
"We are going to the bathroom to freshen up." I said

We stopped in Megan's room and I grabbed the bag of toys that were in her closet, before we reached the bathroom. Katy walked in first and I closed the door and locked it behind me. I didn't want Kevin coming down and disturbing us. And I knew that is something that he would do. I put the bag on the vanity. I opened the cabinet and found some of Megan's razors, and a bottle of shaving cream.

"Whats that for?" she asked
"it's to shave our pussy's." I said "Have you ever done it?"
"I tried once and it left a bunch of red bumps, and then it got really itchy." she said
"You have to do it right." I said "Lets get in the shower and I'll show you how i do it."

Katy walked over to her mom's jacuzzi tub. She started the water, as I opened the closet to get some towels. I grabbed the bag of toys and walked over next to Katy and sat them next to the tub.

"Is it going to hurt when Kevin does that tonight?" she asked
"No it won't hurt, that's why I want to show you how to do it." I said "Are you nervous about it?"
"No i guess not." she said shrugging her shoulders.

I smiled, the lid on the toilet seat was down and I sat on it and reached my hand in the tub to check the water temperature. I am 5'7 and Katy is about 4'9. We were just about the same hight when I was sitting and she was standing.

"You have such pretty boobs." she said as she poked my right breast over my blue tank top.
"Thank you sweet heart." I said
"I wish I even had boobs." she said
"You will they just take a while to develop." I said
"But there are girls at school my age that already have big boobs, I don't like the locker room because I'm ashamed of them." she said
"Katy you are a beautiful girl, don't ever judge yourself about what other girls look like or say. I bet they would die to have your gorgeous blue eyes, and your pretty blonde hair. I know I would. You just have to be happy with what you got, everyone has flaws. It took me a long time to realize that. When I was your age, I never thought I was pretty enough. If I would of just accepted myself for who I was, my days at school would of been much more enjoyable." I said

Katy nodded her head and she looked down to the floor. The water was perfect now and I dried my hand on the towel. I could tell something was troubling Katy by the worried look on her face.

"Is there something wrong honey?" I asked
"Its just at the dinner table you said Tom is going to fuck me." she said

I looked at her face and I felt really bad. I know how much Tom would love to do that. And I know how turned on I would be watching Tom put his gorgeous cock in her. But I don't want to push her if she isn't comfortable.

"Katy you don't have to do anything you don't want to do ok. If you are uncomfortable with anything please tell me." I said
"It's not that I don't want to, I have a huge crush on Tom. I'm just nervous about it." she said "Will you be there when he does it?"
"Of course I'll be there. But you don't have to do it if you don't want too." I said
"Would if he don't want too?" she asked
"Believe me thats not going to be a problem, he talks about it all the time." I said
"Really what does he say?" she asked
"Well lets put it this way." I said "Sometimes when he is fucking me, I am not turning him on enough so he pretends that I am you. And I have to role play and pretend that I am you, and he calls me Katy while he's fucking me. So you see, I'm the one that should be jealous of you."

She smiled and moved closer to me, and kissed my lips softly. She ran her fingers through my hair and I opened my mouth, inviting her tongue. I was a little surprised about how aggressive she was with her kiss. She moved her hand up my shirt and worked her fingers underneath my bra. I put my arms around her back and ran my hands across her soft flannel pajamas. She broke her kiss and kissed my cheek, and worked her mouth down to my neck. I closed my eyes and felt her soft warm mouth kissing and sucking my neck and ears. I felt her finger work down my jeans and panties, and I nearly came as I felt her finger penetrate my cunt. I leaned back against the toilet seat and closed my eyes as she fingered me with one hand and rubbed my body with the other. She unbottoned my pants and I lifted my butt up so she could pull my jeans and panties off. My heart was beating fast and the muscles in my pussy twitched. I felt her tongue flick against my clit, before she moved her tongue inside my snatch. I opened my eyes and all I could see was her beautiful blonde hair covering my crotch. i put my hand on top of her head and took a deep breath and pushed her head between my legs. I felt all the muscles in my body weaken, and without thinking I wrapped my legs around her shoulders. I took a deep and grunted as every muscle and nerve in my body locked. I could feel my juices releasing in my pussy against Katy's tongue as my orgasm reached its peek. I finally exhaled and I pulled Katy's head up and kissed her strongly tasting my juices on her mouth.

Our Kiss softened as I came to, until it finally broke. I gazed in her beautiful blue greenish eyes, as I felt my body come back to it normal state. I squirted cum on her face and it was trickling off her nose and her chin.

"Lets do this all the time ok." I finally said, still breathing hard.

Katy laughed, and I stood up. I undid her robe and pulled it off of her. She was wearing green cotton panties, and I fell to my knees behind her and admired her cute sexy ass, as I slowly slid them down watching her crack appear. She stepped out of them and we climbed in the shower.

I started by washing her hair, and we rubbed soap on each others bodies. Katy was in the stream, and I stood behind her running my fingers through her hair, and watching the shampoo run off her body. She reached around and put her hand between her butt cheeks, and started to wash.

"Hold on Katy, I wanting to do that." I said
"Do what?" she asked in a loud tone to overshadow the running water.
"I was going to show you how I wash my asshole before I do anal sex." I said in an equally loud tone.
"Oh okay, I didn't know there was a special way to do it." she said
"Yea there is a little trick." I said "We need to wash our assholes and shave our pussy's. Which one do you want to do first?"
"Lets shave our pussy's first, I want to see how you do that." she said

I reached my hand outside of the shower curtain and grabbed the razor and shaving cream. I held the can of shaving cream up to her so she could see it.

"This is Aveeno's shaving cream. It's very moisturizing and it doesn't leave bumps, or ingrown hairs or anything like that." I said "have your mom buy you some."

I had Katy sit on the edge of the tub, and she watched as I squirted the shaving cream in my hand and rubbed it on her light blonde pubic hairs. I told her to always use a new razor, and how to hold the lips of her vagina when she shaves it. When I was done she was as smooth as a baby, and I was confident enough to let her shave me. She was an extremely fast learner, because my cunt felt like silk when she was done.

"Ok, Katy let me show you what I usually do before i let a guys stick his cock up my asshole." I said looking at the blush on her cute face.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked
"Just lay on your stomach and arch your back up a little." I told her.

She got on her knees, and I grabbed some of Megan's shower pillows. She got on her stomach and I put the pillows under her knees, and another pillow under her pussy so her butt was propped up. She had the side of her face rested on the floor of the tub with a slight smile. I rubbed her soft butt cheeks a little, while i started playing with my clit. I grabbed a bottle of soap and held it a few inches from her ass and watched the soap come out of the bottle like molasses. It landed between the crack of her soft butt, and slowly ran down to her asshole. I rubbed the soap on her ass for a few minutes, then very gently worked my middle finger in her tight rectum. Her asshole immediately retracted and pushed my finger out.

"Are you ok Katy?" I asked
"It feels really weird." she said
"Let your muscles relax and try to not push ok." I said, as she closed her eyes and nodded her head.

I slowly pushed my finger in again. Her asshole tightened again but was a little more relaxed then before. I very slowly pushed in until her sphincter hugged my knuckle. Katy lost her concentration, and her asshole pushed on my finger again. I held it in feeling the walls squeeze my finger over and over until the muscles finally relaxed. Her eyes were closed tight, and I rubbed her lower back with my other hand trying to relax her. i slowly started moving my finger in circles massaging the walls of her asshole.

I took my other hand off her lower back and reached over the tub. I grabbed the enema that Megan and I used on our assholes before Tom would fuck us. Katy opened her eyes and watched as I filled it with water.

"Whats that for?" she asked
"Its called an enema. It squirts water in there to make it nice and clean." I said

I loosened the muscles in my finger, and her butt hole pushed it out. I spread her right cheek to the side, and i used my right hand to place the nozzle of the enema on her asshole. She grimaced again as i slowly inserted the plastic nozzle in her tight rectum.

"This is going to feel a little weird ok." I said as she nodded with her eyes closed.

I squeezed the tube, and Katy giggled and squirmed until almost all the water in the tube was gone. I pulled the tube out and sat on the bottom of the tub and watched her asshole tightened up again. She climbed to her knees and looked at me.

"Whats it feel like?" I asked her.
"It feels like I have to go to the bathroom really bad." she said
"Just push it out, it feels kind of good sometimes when you do it." I said

II rubbed her lower back as she pushed. She peed at the same time while the water squirted out of her asshole. I refilled the bottle and I let her give me an enema. We took turns doing it three more times before we finally got out of the shower.

We dried each other off, and Katy got on her hands and knees on the rug of the bathroom floor. I took out a a bottle of lubricant from the bag of toys. I got on my knees next to her legs, and looked at her small, cute, little hole that was hidden between the crack of her ass.

I started by pulling her ass apart with both hands and running my tongue around her asshole. I lifted my head and massaged it with my middle finger, as I grabbed the bottle of lube. I held the bottle about two inches above her ass, and squeezed it until the the clear thick water based solution dripped on her rectum. I worked the lube in with my thumb, as I moved my pointer finger in her cunt, and pinched together the tissue between her asshole and pussy. I rubbed her back softly with my other hand, as I began fucking both of her holes with my thumb and finger.

A few minutes went by, before Katy started moaning in her soft cute voice. The muscles in her body tightened and I could feel her pussy start to vibrate. I fingered her until she reached the peak of her climax. I pulled my finger out fast, and a stream of juice shot out of her pussy.

I was amazed on how fast I could make her cum. She was really horny now, and It was time to go back in the living room, so Megan and I can watch Kevin fuck his sister up the ass.

We both stood up and I held her hand as we left the bathroom. As we started down the hall I could hear moaning coming from the living room. As Katy and I reached the corner, we saw Megan and Kevin in the sixty nine position on the couch. Megan was on her back, with her head on the arm rest. She looked across the room and waved at us with her sons cock in her mouth, and her finger in his asshole.

Katy and I walked up to them. I bent over and pulled Kevin's dick out of her mouth and kissed her. I aimed it back in her mouth and rubbed his balls as she continued to suck it. I looked at Kevin's body. He looked so cute with his butt sticking in the air. His face was buried in his mothers snatch, and his little balls were twitching as Megan sucked his cock. I loved his little asshole. It was adorable. I have a huge asshole fetish. I love to lick them and put my fingers in them. I love to lick a guys asshole while he jacks off and feel his prostate pulsate while he's cumming. I like girls assholes too. they are usually prettier, and cleaner, and they are fun to lick too.

I was working my tongue into Kevin's tight asshole, while i watched his young cock fucking his mothers mouth. It was great that i am finally able to lick a young boys asshole. The thought of doing it, didn't really cross my mind until I was about seventeen, when a boyfriend I had asked me to lick his ass. I wish someone would of showed me when I was younger. I could of been the little girl on the playground that sucked all the boys cocks and licked their assholes. Maybe I'll have a little boy someday and I can lick his asshole and suck his cock every night before bed like a good mom.

I had Katy get on her knees and I squeezed some more lube on her asshole, and worked it in with my finger.

"Kevin come here its time to get lubed up." I said

Kevin rolled off the couch, and smiled at me as he wiped his mouth. He stood up to me and I fell to my knees in front of him. I took his dick in my mouth and looked up at him.

"Put some of that on your cock Kevin so it goes in your sisters ass easy." I said

I held his cock for him while he poured the lube. I jacked him off and spread it all over his dick and balls. I stood up and held his penis as I guided him over to Katy, who was still on her hands and knees. Kevin fell to his knees and his erection was pointing at his sisters asshole.

"Now Kevin you are not to move until I say you can. Is that understood!" I demanded

He nodded his head. I guided his cock to where the tip of his penis was touching Katy's asshole.

"Katy you need to relax like I showed you. I can see your asshole flinching, and I can tell that you are not relaxed." I said
"I can't help it I'm scared." she cried
"There is nothing to be scared about, your in control. Kevin is just going to keep still and when you are ready just back up on it. You can go as slow as you want." I said

I held Kevin's hard dick in place with my thumb and pointer finger. Katy arched her back a little and pressed her asshole against the tip of her brothers cock. I was starting to get impatient because Katy didn't push any more. I rubbed her back softly to comfort her.

"Just push a little more Katy I promise It won't hurt if you go slow." I said

She took a deep breath and pushed her butt more towards Kevin. Kevin's cock was shiny from all the lube, and her asshole slowly started opening up to the head of his penis. Very Very slowly I watched his young prick start to disappear inside Katy's tight ass. Kevin's eyes were closed and he moaned softly, as he felt his sisters asshole squeeze his cock. Kevin stood still like I told him.

"How does it feel Katy?" I asked
"It felt really weird at first, but it is starting to feel ok." she said
"When you are ready try fucking it." I said

Her eyes were closed and her forehead was against the carpet. She slowly started moving her hips. I watched her rectum massage the base of his dick.

"It's starting to feel really good." she said moaning.

I reached under her stomach and began rubbing her clit with my middle finger. The lube was dripping off of Kevin's balls. I spooned some up a little with my middle finger of my left hand. I reached around and stuck my finger in Kevin's ass. Kevin was watching his sisters asshole as it massaged his cock.

"Can i start now?" He cried
"Can Kevin start fucking you now Katy?" I asked
"mmm hmm." she moaned

Kevin put two hands on her hips and started thrusting his cock up her ass. I watched with with my right hand finger in Katy's cunt, and my left finger in Kevin's asshole. Kevin was fucking her hard and I listened to Katy moan as their skin slapped together over and over again. Megan was still sitting on the couch naked and she was fingering herself watching.

"Kevin slow down you need to enjoy it. If you cum too fast its not as fun." I said

Kevin slowed down, and I pulled my finger out of his ass and crawled over to Katy's face. I kissed her softly on the lips, and then looked in her eyes. Her mouth was open and light beads of sweat were coming through the pours of her forehead.

"Do you like this Katy?" I asked
"Yes this is wonderful." she said
"It feels good doesn't it. I told you it would." I said looking at the pleasure in her eyes as her head bounced.
"I want to do this all the time." she moaned
"Are you going to let Tom fuck you up the ass when he gets back?" I asked
"Oh yes, I can't wait for that." she said

I kissed her again, and she circled her tongue in my mouth at a fast pace.

"You turn me on so much." I said. "Will you lick my pussy for me?"
"Yes please let me do that." she moaned.

I sat on my butt in front of her, and spread my legs. I gently touched the top of her head and guided her face between my legs. She was really exited and horny, and she ate my cunt really fast, circling her tongue around my pussy lips. I looked up at Kevin, and he looked like he was rather enjoying fucking his sister up the asshole. He looked at me.

"Will you come back here and put your finger in my ass again. That felt really good." he said
"I'm kind of busy here Kevin." I said "Megan why don't you come help your son out!"

Megan smiled and lifted herself off the couch. She walked up behind Kevin. Kevin was still on his knees ass fucking Katy. She leaned over and but her arms around him. She rubbed up and down his stomach and chest, and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Do you want me to stick my finger in it, or do you want me to lick it.?" she asked
"Can you do both?" he moaned
"How about I'll lick it for now, and when you are getting ready to cum I'll finger it." she said

Megan got on her hands and knees behind Kevin. She spread his butt cheeks apart with both hands and began licking and sucking her son's asshole.

The juices of my cunt were starting to run down my thighs. Katy's warm tongue felt wonderful in the folds of my vagina. I felt like masturbating and I lifted my legs up in the air. I was hoping that Katy would get the hint that I wanted her to lick my asshole. She did like I wanted and I slid two fingers in my twat, as Katy's soft lips moved down to the crack of my ass, and started eating my asshole.

I looked up and I could see Megan still behind Kevin, licking his ass while his dick pumped his sisters butt hole. Katy was moaning and looking at me with her pretty greenish blue eyes. She was rubbing her cunt as her brother fucked her asshole.

"I think I'm going to cum." Katy moaned softly
"She's going to cum Kevin fuck her as hard as you can now!" I shouted

Megan's head popped up from behind Kevin. She reached both hands around Kevin and grabbed her daughters hips and helped her fuck his cock. She kept doing it and pushed her face back in her sons ass. Katy started to scream, and she lifted her head, and grabbed my legs. Her body stiffened and she dug her nails into my skin. Megan must of knew that her son was about to cum too, by the movement of his asshole as she licked it. She lifted her face and stuck her finger up his ass, and moved to the side of Kevin. She used her other arm, and wrapped it around the front of Katy's legs.

I fingered myself as I watched Megan help her kids fuck, and have orgasm's at the same time. Katy continued to scream at the top of her lungs, as her brother squirted cum in her asshole for the first time. She fell to her stomach and beads of semen shot up her back as his cock popped out of her asshole like a spring. Megan spread her cheeks apart so we could see her gaping asshole. Kevin and Katy giggled together at the sound of the air coming out of her ass. I sucked his cum out of her asshole, but I explained to Kevin, that for now on when he cums in a girls ass that he needs to suck it out.

So we are making progress here. Kevin is getting more comfortable. When I first met him he seemed like such a shy cute boy. But in my experience anyone who is shy, is usually really horny and kinky but just too afraid to let it out.

As for Katy, well she is like her mom. I always knew that she was going to be a nymphomaniac. It just takes time to get comfortable with everything is all. I did talk to Tom the other day, and he is going to be home in about a week. He said he is behaving himself but I'm sure he has found someone to fuck during his travels. Who ever it is, isn't going to compare with what he's got waiting for him when he gets home. Its going to work out perfect for his birthday. I still have a week to decide how I am going to present Katy to him. She has taken huge steps in the last few days. I know she is starting to enjoy everything we have been doing. Megan is going to take her to the clinic tomorrow so she can get on birth control. It takes about a week of taking the pill before it is safe to take a guys load up your cunt. Mean while her and Kevin can still have anal sex. We have a lot of work to do though, before she will be able to take Tom's huge cock up her ass. I think Megan and I need to go to the toy store, and buy several size dildo's for here so she can work her way up to it.

As for me, well I'm doing just great. I have always been thrived on sex. It's what fuels me. If I had to do it again I wouldn't of got married. At the same time it turns me on even more that I have a secret. It always turns me on when Tom fucks me, in my husband's bed when he's gone. But now I am fucking Tom and a young boy. At some point I think it would be fun to bring Kevin over to my house. I could talk to my husband on the phone while I'm licking Kevin's cute asshole and sucking his cock. Maybe he could invite some of his friends from school to come over to my house and fuck me up the ass. I don't mean to be such a whore but I guess thats just who I am.

to be continued..................

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  Hi again, I am Maria Kathleen (Baker) Taylor, yes; I am married now. That happened two years ago after I had turned 16. But that is not why I am writing this story. Although I might tell you something about it I am not sure yet.

 

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s, who helps me work out every day. I now weigh 110 and I stand 5’ 6” so now I look more like a model, with my 34c breast and a 26-inch waste. 32-inch hips.

 

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  It all happened a week before my 16th birthday. I was over visiting Jackie Janie, and Terrie. School had been out for two weeks and we were talking about our choice classes for the coming year. I told them that I was going to take a parenting class. So I could be a better mother when I start having kids. 

 

  That’s a good idea Jackie said with tears starts form in her eyes.

 

  Jackie what’s wrong I ask, as I took her in my arms.

 

  Well Charlie cannot have kids as she started crying harder.

 

  Jackie I didn’t know that as I hugged her that’s when it happened Jackie kissed me on the lips, which scared shit out of me. I said Jackie what are you doing as I push her away. It was not a very long kiss, but Jackie put some emotion in to it.

 

  I’m sorry Kathy and she got up and ran into the house crying.

 

  Janie looked at me, as I sat there wondering what I should do. Kathy didn’t you know that were bisexual?

 

  NNNOO I stammered.

 

  She looked at me, Kathy we all have sex regularly with each other and with Mom too.

 

  I just sat there looking at her; then I ask Janie, do Thomas, Charlie, Samuel, and your Dad know about this?

 

  Yes, they all know about it except for maybe Samuel and she looked at Terrie.

 

  I looked at Terrie and she replied he knows too.

 

  How often does this happen, I asks?

 

  A lot she replied, but mainly when Dad is on business trips and when Thomas is at work.

 

  I just sat there starring at her and Terrie before I got up the courage to ask how long has this been going on?

 

  Terrie and I have been doing it for six years now and with Jackie & Mom for the past three years.

 

  I looked at Terrie then at Janie. So is that why you keep asking me to take showers with you when I am here, just so, you could see me naked and have sex with me?

 

  Terrie spoke up No Kathy it is not that, we just like the getting help with washing off our backs and it saves hot water too. But we do enjoy having sex with each other.

 

  Ok I replied with an uneasy look on my face. But I have never thought of doing anything like that with another girl.

 

  Kathy we understand Janie replied, and we would never do anything that would upset you in anyway.

 

  So you have had sexual thought about me, as I looked at them.

 

  Not really Kathy, but since my rape, I do find girls more appealing to me when it comes to sex Terrie said. But I still have sex with Dad, but only when Mom is at work and I feel the need for a man to touch me.

 

  What about Samuel I ask.

 

  We agreed not to have sex until we get married and not before.

 

  So you are going to marry him.

 

  She looked down before she answered; I might, after I graduate from high school.

 

  Its ok Terrie, I understand that your trust in men is on shaky side, but it has three years since, and she cut me off before I could say another word.  

 

  I KNOW HOW LONG IT HAS BEEN KATHY, she replied with short tone of voice. But have I do sex with other men besides Dad. Then she looked at Janie and before telling me. I looked over at Janie then back to Terrie, as she continued to speak. I’ve been having sex with Thomas and Charlie over the past three years as well. But I am not sure that I can trust anyone else not even Sam.

 

  Ok I understand Terrie I replied. Then Nancy came out to the table. Hi Mrs. Davis as she sat down beside me.

 

  Hi Kathy can we talk, as she looked at Janie and Terrie, and they started to get up.

 

  Can I ask what it is you want to talk about Mrs. Davis?

 

  It’s about what just happened with you and Jackie.

 

  I looked at Janie & Terrie I will see you inside, as they left the table. Mrs. Davis I did not mean to hurt Jackie’s feelings.

 

  I know you didn’t Kathy. Jackie told me what happened and ask if I would talk with you about it, she replied.

 

  Thank you Mrs. Davis I would like that.

 

  Kathy, Jackie thinks you might not want to come around here any more because of what happened.

 

  Mrs. Davis the girls are my best friends. I could never abandon them just because they like having sex with other girls. I love them as if they were my sisters

 

  I am glad to hear that she replied, as I looked at her.

 

  Mrs. Davis, it’s just that Jackie caught me off guard when she kissed me like that. You see I have never had another girl kissed me on lips before, plus when she started to use her tongue, well it scared me. That’s why I pushed her away.

 

  Kathy, that is understandable.

 

  I started to cry, Mrs. Davis what should I do? I like all the girls but I am not sure if I would want to have sex with them.

 

  She took my hand Kathy; they would never ask you to do anything that you would not want to do.

 

  I know Mrs. Davis and I trust them. But this sex thing I just don’t know.

 

  She smiled at me; Kathy how would you like too stay over here for a couple of days?

 

  I looked at her well I don’t know.

 

  She looked at me, Kathy the reason I asking; Patrick has a business trip that he has to take tomorrow and he is taking Terrie with him. Her psychiatrist thinks that spending time alone with Patrick will help her get over the fear of being alone with men in general. Plus Thomas is visiting his parents and will not be back until next week, so that leaves me here with Janie, Jackie and the twins.

 

  I looked at her, Mrs. Davis I agree with Terrie’s doctor it will help her out with the trust problem she is having. But I need to talk it over with Chris first about straying over, as I wiped tears from eyes.

 

  That’s fine Kathy, she replied; now I think you should go talk with Jackie.

 

  Yes, I should and we went inside.

 

  After going up to Jackie’s room, I knocked on her door. Enter she replied.

 

  As I enter her room, I found her crying. Jackie I am sorry if I hurt your feelings as I sat on the bed beside her.

 

  That’s ok Kathy, as she looked at me. I Love you Kathy, you are my oldest and dearest friend.

 

  I looked at her as she wiped tears from her cheeks. Its ok Jackie you just scared me when kissed me like that is all. Then I smiled ay her Jackie can I ask you something.

 

  Ok she replied.

 

  Why didn’t you tell me that you were bisexual?

 

  I am sorry about that Kathy I should have told you. As she looked at me, Kathy I hope you know that would never try anything with you that would hurt our friendship.

 

  Yes, Jackie I know that, as I lay back on the bed. I looked up at her, before I spoke, Jackie I might be willing to try some things with you, but I am not sure yet. Because now I am little curious about what it would be like having sex with another girl.

 

  Really, she replied as she sat there looking at me, then she spoke. Kathy I think you might enjoy it if tried it once.

 

  As I looked at her, maybe I would and maybe I wouldn’t I don’t know yet. But if you showed me what you do with Janie, Terrie, and your Mom, I could get a better idea if I would like try it. But first, I want to talk it over with Chris.

 

  That’s ok Kathy, she replied, as she looked at me. You know I would never push you into doing anything that does not fell right. So take your time and talk with Chris about it.

 

  Thanks Jackie, as I hugged her again and she pressed her body into mine, which cause me to get a tingling feeling between my legs. I sat there wondering what was happening. As we separated, that’s when I felt some dampness from my vagina, and I thought oh my God, this is turning me on.  

 

  Jackie looked at me as I started to blush. Kathy, are you ok?

 

  Yes, I just need to go now Chris will be home soon and I want to have dinner ready for him. But all I really wanted right then was to stay, just to see what might happen between Jackie and me.

 

  Nancy seemed to notice my turmoil as I walked down the stairs. Taking my hand, she looked at me, call us tomorrow around 7:00 in the morning, and let us know if you are going to come over for a couple of days.

 

  Ok Mrs. Davis, as I walked out the door.

 

  When I got home, Chris was already there. Sweetheart why are you home so early?

 

  My boss needs me to go Chicago. We have client there I need to see.

 

  Do you want me to go with you I ask?

 

  No sweetheart my boss says I cannot take you with me on this trip, as I got a sad face. Kathy I am so sorry, but the client does not like any distraction and you’re just too pretty for me to ignore as he smiled at me. So cheer up My Princess, I will get to take you on the next trip, which is to Hawaii in a couple of weeks, I promise.

 

  That’s ok sweetheart, as I smiled at him. Chris I do need to talk with you about something.

 

  Ok sweetheart he replied, as I sat down on the bed while he packed.

 

  Nancy Davis has invited me to stay with them a couple of days, while Patrick is gone on a business trip.

 

  That’s a good idea Kathy; I think you should, that way I will not worry about you being here alone.

 

  Looked at him with a loving smile, your so sweet to worry about me like that. Then I ask when do you leave?

 

  Tomorrow morning and I’ll return Friday morning.

 

  I hugged and kissed him, I will miss you so much.

 

  I will miss you too My Princess and it makes me sad that I cannot take you with me.

 

  I know, My Noble Knight as I looked at him. But you will be very busy. So I would not be able to spend much time with you and I would just get bored setting in the hotel room alone.

 

  You have point sweetheart as he picked me up. He smiled and said your daily workouts are paying off, as he kissed me; now let’s go out for dinner tonight.

 

  We went to the dinner down the road and had our usual meal of seafood and salad. As we sat there, I looked at him, (he is so handsome giggle), then I spoke. Chris there is something more I want talk with about after we get home, as he finished his coffee.

 

   He looked at me knowing that I was trying to figure out what to say next. Kathy is it about what happened today with you and Jackie.

 

  How did you know about that I ask?

 

  Nancy called me about it.

 

  Oh, I said.

 

  We can talk that about it at home, he said with a loving smile.

 

  Thanks Chris and I managed a weak smile.

 

  It was 8:00 when we arrived back home. I was very nervous not knowing how to talk with Chris about what might happen when he was gone.

 

  As we sat down on couch in the living room, Chris spoke first, Kathy do you find girls sexually attractive?

 

  I don’t know I replied with a nervous look on my face, would you be upset if I did.

 

  He smiled at me then said no My Princess I would not be upset. Then he told me about his girlfriend in collage that was bi sexual. I looked at him as he spoke. Her name was Fran and she had very nice girlfriend. Then he smiled, before he continued, and we would have threesomes on long weekends.

 

  I looked at him trying to understand what I just herd. Then I ask him, have you had sex with more then one girl at a time.

 

  Yes sweetheart he replied.

 

  I sat and starred at him not knowing what to say. As I tried to clear my thoughts, and then I ask him, do you want to have a threesome with me and another girl?

 

  No Kathy I do not want to share you with anyone else not even another girl. I sighed with relief as he spoke. But Kathy if you would like to try having sex with another girl I could live with that, just as long as it does not become regular thing.

 

  Ok I said as we sat there. That’s when I told him that I was a little curious about it.

 

  He looked at me, Kathy that’s understandable. Because you’re still learning what it, is to be a women and that kind of experience will help you grow.

 

  I smiled at him as we sat there. You know Chris when Jackie hugged me today then I smiled before I spoke again. Well it got me so turned on as I rubbed my hand over his hard cock.

 

  Oh really he said with a grin do you want me to take care of that problem for you?

 

  Would you please My Noble Knight, as I batted my eyes at him in flirty manor? Then I jumped up and ran for the stairs with Chris right behind me.

 

  After he caught me at the top of the stairs, he carried me into bedroom. I will show you that having sex with a man is better then with a woman any day of the week.

 

  Oh, take me I’m yours as he laid me on the bed.

 

  As he lay down beside me Kathy, I hope you understand I am willing to share you with the Davis girls just this one time.

 

  I understand Chris and I am not sure if I can even go through with it, as I looked into his eyes. I would feel as if I was cheating on you some how, and I do not think I could live with that guilt.

 

  Kathy I know you love me and I would not be mad if you did anything with them, because I would trust you to tell me if you did.

 

  Thank you my love as I kissed him, now are you going to teach me that men are better at sex then women are? He smiled as we kissed some more.

 

  What happened next was going to be fantastic, until a phone call interrupted us. (Thinking) I am not to sure if I want tell you what happened. (Thinking) Oh, what the hell, I will tell you anyway.

 

  Chris started kissing me with more passion then ever as we slowly undressed each other. As we lie there naked, he starts kissing down my neck. (That drives me crazy with passion when he does that.) When he reaches my breast, he starts licking my rock hard nipples, which send waves of pleasure through my body driving me to my first orgasm. (Side note if remember from the first story I wrote how very sensitive my breast are.) I began to shake, under his continued sucking on my breast, which causes me to pass out.

 

  When I come too, I smile at him, you have magic lips, and I could never replace you with a woman my love, as he kissed me. Now it’s my turn to pleasure you and I rolled him over.

 

  I went down and started licking his cock. OH YES he moaned as I took his balls in my left hand and gently massaged them. While pumping his cock with my right hand, MMMM you have really gotten good at this he said with a pant. Now move over my face so I can lick you too.

 

  I turned around placing my legs on both sides of his head and pushing my wet cunt into his waiting mouth. Then I took his cock down my throat.

 

  As we lie, there in one of our daily 69 sessions the phone rings. Damn I say after I had pulled off his cock and reach for the phone beside the bed. When I looked at the caller ID, I seen it was police department. I wonder what they want and I handed the phone to Chris, as I climbed off his face.

 

  Hello how can I help you officer Chris said. I see, yes, we can be down there in 20 minutes. Ok officer ask for a detective O’Bryan, ok thank you. We need to get dressed Kathy.

 

  What’s wrong I asked.

 

  There is some one calming to be your father that wants to talk with you.

 

  But I have never met my real father my mother never told me anything about him.

 

  Well all I know is he claims to be your father and he claims to have proof.

 

  Ok let’s go see him then.

 

  As we drove down to the police station, I thought back over my childhood then a face came to mind of a man that my Mom and I lived with when I was a baby. When we arrived at the police station, I seen the man that I remembered. But I could not think of his name.

 

  As we approached the desk, Chris asked for a Detective O’Bryan.

 

  After which the desk sergeant called him on the phone. He will be with you shortly the sergeant said.

 

  Then a middle-aged man approached us. Chris Taylor?

 

  Yes Sir, Chris replied.

 

  Then he looked at me are you Maria Kathleen Baker?

 

  Yes, Sir I replied.

 

  Do you know a man by the name of Eric P. Baker?

 

  Hmm I think that was of the man that lived with us when I was a baby, but I have not seen or herd from him in almost 13 years.

 

  Well he just got out of prison and asked us if we could find you?

 

  Ok but why would he want to see me now, as I looked at Chris.

 

  Well Miss Baker if you do not want to see him, then, you do not have to.

 

  I will see him, as the detective showed us to a conference room.

 

  Then the Detective walked in with the man I had seen. He was thin and looked very sick but his face had not changed. Maria I am so glad I found you.

 

  I looked at him as he sat down across from Chris and me. Call me Kathy please.

 

  Sorry he replied.

 

  As I sat there looking at him I wonder what Mom seen in him I know he was a thief and I know Mom did not miss him. Then I spoke, I am sorry Mr. Baker I barely remember you.

 

  He looked sad; I see your mother did a good job on making you forget me. You had just turned three when I they arrested me for armed robbery.

 

  Well Mr. Baker that explains why she never spoke of you then, as he pulled out some old pictures of Mom and me. I picked one up I remember this picture, we had one just like it but it had been cut.

 

  Yes, we had a family picture done the same time we had this one taken, as he pulled out a sec picture.

 

  I looked at the second picture then at him. Then Chris spoke up, I can see where you get your looks after looking at the pictures.

 

  Yes, she looks a lot like her mother did at that age Mr. Baker replied.

 

  Can I ask what you want, I looked at him as I handed the pictures back.

 

  I was wonder how your mother was doing, and does she still live around here.

 

  She died from a drug over dose three years ago this coming Dec.

 

  Pity he said, she was a beautiful woman, as he looked at me, well Maria where are you living now, as he looked at Chris.

 

  Pleas a call me Kathy I said, and I am living with my fiancé now. We are going be married next month after my 16th birthday, as I took Chris’s hand.

 

  Well that’s nice he said. Then he got a far off look on his face. Well the main reason I wanted to see you Kathy is to ask if I could come live with you until I get back on my feet. 

 

  I looked at Chris and he looked at me. So you just want a place to stay is that all want from me?

 

  Well I would like to get to know you and see how well you turned out.

 

  Can I talk it over with my fiancé?

 

  Sure, take your time he said after getting up from the table and left the room.

 

  Chris looked at me, Kathy, do you want him around after he had been in prison.

 

  I looked out the window, as my father talked with the Detective and a man I figured to be his parole officer. He is my Dad, but no, I do not want him back in my life.

 

  Well I guess you had better tell him then.

 

  Ok and I waved for him to come back into the room. I am sorry Mr. Baker but I do not want you to live with us and please do not ever contact me again.

 

  He looked at me a with sad face, ok Kathy if that is how you want it I will stay out of your life and he walked back out the door.

 

  It was 11:30, when we left the police station and drove home. I just sat deep in thought before I spoke. You know my mother really had some bad judgment when it came to men.

 

  Chris glanced over at me; well her daughter has some very good judgment when it comes to men, as he smiled.

 

  Oh really I replied and how do you figure that, I said with a smile.

 

  Well you found me.

 

  Oh and what makes you so special I said, with a grin.

 

  I will show you when we back home.

 

  Promises, promises, and we both started to laugh. After we had pulled up in front of our condominium, I said you have to catch me first as I jumped out of the SUV locking the doors, on Chris. I unlocked the front door as Chris was getting out of the SUV, I turned and stuck my tongue out and closed the door locking it.

 

  You’re going to pay for that young lady, as he unlocked the front door just as I reached the top of the stairs.

 

  You’re getting slow old man I giggled as I stood at the top of stairs.

 

  Oh really and he ran up the stairs three at a time reaching me before I could get to the bedroom. Now let’s see, if I am getting old then maybe I should find some one closer to my age to marry, as he tried to hide a smile, after taking me in his arms.

 

  Sorry mister you’re not getting rid of me that easy, as I tackled him on the bed. Now where were we?

 

  Right here and he rolled me over and started tickling me.

 

  I laughed so hard I started to cry, please stop I am going pee myself.

 

  Ok My Princess and he stopped tickling me. As I looked at the clock beside the bed, it was 12:00. Chris what time do you have to leave?

 

  I have a 10:00 flight.

 

  Well then, I better get packed, and I will go over to the Davis at 8:00.

 

  Ok sweetheart as he got off the bed and pulled my travel bag out of the closet. We are not going to have time to finish what we started earlier he said. But when I get back, I will prove to you that men make better sex partners.

 

  I know magic lips, as I kissed him.

 

  We got up at 6:00 and ate breakfast after our shower. I Told Chris that I needed to call Nancy and tell her that I would be stay with them, as I picked up the phone.  

 

  Ok sweetheart he replied.

 

  We arrived at the Davis house at 7:55 just as Patrick and Terrie were loading the minivan. Patrick walked over to me Kathy, there are some pictures, and video clips I want you to see. Jackie knows which ones they are, and she will show them to you while Nancy drives us to the airport.

 

  Ok Mr. Davis, as I hugged Terrie goodbye. I looked at Chris as he put the travel bag in the minivan. Ill miss you so much as, we hugged and kissed. I love you My Noble Knight, as he climbed into the back seat with Terrie and the twins.

 

  Jackie came outside and seen was I crying as they drove away; this is the first time we have been apart since I moved in with him, as I wiped away the tears.

 

  Kathy you have slept over here a few times since then.

 

  True but that was just for the night and he was just a couple of blocks away not hundreds of miles away.

 

  She took my arm, as she kissed me on the cheek. It will be ok Kathy, I promise. Now come inside I have something to show you, as we walked into the house. First thing let’s put your bag in Terrie’s room she said, as we walked up stairs.

 

  Jackie your dad said something about pictures and video clips; can I ask what they are?

 

  They are from a trip to Florida that we took with Dad she replied.

 

  Oh, I said, Terrie told something about them at school when you got back. But she did not go into any detail.

 

  You will see why when we go down to the den she said with a smile.

 

  About 10 minutes latter, we walked into the den; I saw Janie setting behind the desk chatting with Thomas on yahoo. She turned the cam around so we could wave at him. Then Jackie told her that Dad wanted her to show me the Florida pictures.

 

  Oh, she replied do you know where he has them.

 

  Yes, he gave me the disk before they left this morning Jackie replied.

 

  Ok then and she told Thomas goodbye because Jackie needed the computer.

 

  After Janie got out of the chair, Jackie sat down, putting the disk into the CD-rom, and loaded it up. Kathy the first set of pictures is of us posing naked for Dad. As she started the slideshow, as you can see we like doing things like this.

 

  I shook my head; yes, I’ve seen your fashion show pictures or might I say striptease pictures, as the last picture flashed on the screen.

 

  The next set we took at private beach, as she started the slide show again.

 

  So you even posed nude out side where other people could see you if they came along.

 

  Janie blushed; well we thought that we were alone. But we forgot about the boaters and Thomas seen us on the beach doing the pictures.

 

  I giggled so he got a free show then and we started laughing as the last picture flashed on the screen.

 

  Now there are three videos here that shows what we do together, Janie looked at Jackie as she loaded the first video in media player. It showed them striping each other and kissing then Jackie brought out the sex toys.

 

  Wow, I never knew that used such things I said, as video played on. That’s when it showed Patrick starting to fuck Janie.

 

  Oh, my god I thought he had deleted that part Janie said and she stopped the video. That is enough of that and she took the disk out of the CD-Rom.

 

  I looked at them well it looked interesting watching you play with each other. But I do not see how there can be much pleasure in it.

 

  Well we have time show to you first hand. So let’s go upstairs, Jackie said.

 

  I looked at them ok but this will be a one-time thing, I do not want to do this every time we are together.

 

  Janie said we understand Kathy, as we walked up to Jackie’s room.

 

  Now this part is embarrassing to write, but I finally decided to put it on the computer. So this is how I had my one and only bisexual experience. I am not saying that it was bad but I am not into things like that. I know you might think my friends as being bad or sick, but I don’t, so do not judge them or me. Because we still hang out and I love them as if they were my sisters. With that said I will continue.

 

  Now thinking back the things that happen on the first day I was there. Well let’s just say it made me see them in a deferent light, which makes them a lot more of fun to be around.

 

  Now here is what happened and how it all started. After we entered Jackie’s room she asks me if I wanted to get started, or watch them.

 

  Ill watch for now I replied as Janie got a little silver vibrater out of box that she carried into the room. When I first seen it I thought it looked like a tampon applicator but much bigger, it had rounded point on the top and a knob on the bottom that had numbers on it. Janie is that what think it is.

 

  She looked at me with a smile, Kathy I thought you might want to use this while Jackie and I have sex.

 

  Ok but I have never used one of these before.

 

  You use tampons don’t you?

 

  Well yes, I replied.

 

  You put it in like a tampon and you set the speed with knob on the bottom then you just push it in then pull it out like when you figure you’re self.

 

  I blushed but I never do that. Chris is the only one that has ever touched me like that.

 

  Jackie looked at me with an understanding smile. So you’re still a virgin when it comes to pleasuring your self. Well I think we can solve that problem.

 

  I just sat on the bed not knowing what to do as they started to undress.

 

  Jackie looked at me, are you going to join us?

 

  I stood up and started removing my cloths. When Jackie & Janie start kissing, I noticed, that it started to excite me. As they kissed with passion, exploring each other’s mouth with their tongues.

 

  I watched as Janie started kissing down Jackie’s neck just as Chris does to me when we have sex. That is when I began to notice some dampness in my panties. I moved my hand down between my legs and sure enough, I was dripping wet. Oh my god I thought they are my friends and I am getting turned on by this.

 

  Janie slowly removes Jackie’s bra and starts sucking on her hard nipples, which causes me to start rubbing myself though my panties. (Side note I want to remind you this the very time I had seen or done anything like this that includes playing with my self.)  This is the first time I had seen such thing and I was enjoying it. As they moved over to the bed beside me, I could see the wet spots on their panties.

 

  By now, Jackie had Janie’s bra off and was massaging her breast. Then they started removing their panties. I had never noticed it when we dress in front of each other before. But they both had bold pussies, which made me even wetter.

 

  Then they moved so they could lick each other; I realized just how turned on by what they were do, that I felt my own orgasm starting to build.

 

  I continued to watch, as they pleasured each other. That’s when I pulled off my panties, as I turned on the vibrater and pushed into my wet pussy. OH GOD I moaned as it drove me over the edge, just as Jackie and Janie reached their climax.

 

  The smell of sex hung heavy in the room, as we lying on bed catching our breath, with the steady hmm of the vibrater still resting in pussy. That was so hot; I never thought seeing two girls licking each other would do that to me.

 

  Well that’s just the start Jackie replied with a smile and she pulled out a two-headed dildo.

 

  What are you going to do with that, as I looked it? It was shaped like mans penis on both ends and was about 20 inches long and 2 inches around.

 

  Were going to fuck each other with it, Janie said with a smile.

 

  Oh, my god you mean that is what you were using in the video.

 

  No Janie said that was Moms. This is Jackie’s; Mom got it for her a month ago knowing that we would us it a lot so we would stop taking hers.

 

  But I do not think it will fit in me. Chris has a nice penis, but it is not that big.

 

  Janie just smiled, Kathy you know I am smaller then you, and I use it all the time with Jackie & Terrie and you know how small Terrie is.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

 

  Well yes, I know. But that thing is so big it might rip me open.

 

  If Terrie and I use it, it will fit in you she replied.

 

  Well ok but I want see you use it first.

 

  We already planed on doing that Jackie replied. (I smiled when she said that.) Then she told me, they had not planed on doing anything with me, until I was ready.

 

  Thank you Jackie and I kissed her. Not the cheek as I used to do, but full on lips and I used my tongue this time. It felt weird at first, but I did enjoy it.

 

  After we broke our kiss, I watched as Jackie lay back on the bed taking the dildo and pushed into her pussy. I could see how it made her stretch and wondered how it would fill like to be stretch like that with a real cock. Jackie doesn’t that hurt I asked.

 

  No Kathy it’s about the same size as Thomas and all of us have had sex with him except Mom of course.

 

  Then Janie said I some times share him with Jackie and Terrie.

 

  I looked at Janie as she moved to put the dildo in her wet pussy. When she had pushed it in, they started to move their pelvis in time with each other so that the dildo was fucking them.

 

  I thought that maybe this bisexual thing is not that bad. Then I felt my pussy starting to tingle again and I picked up the vibrater again and started fucking my self. OH God I moaned as my orgasm started to build.

 

  Then I herd Jackie scream OH GOD YES FUCK ME JANIE FUCK ME HARDER.

 

  Janie started to pant as they picked up the pace driving the dildo into their wet pussies. OH GOD YES JACKIE IM ABOUT TO CUM OH GOD YES Janie screamed.

 

  Then Jackie screamed, OH MY GOD YES, YES, I AM CUMMING.

 

  Then Janie screamed OH YES, I AM CUMMING AHH.

 

  I watched, as they slow down that’s when I started to cum. OH GOD THAT FEELS GOOD, as my orgasm hits me. When they stop I seen the sheets were soaked. I smiled, Jackie you will need to change the sheets after we finish here so you can have clean sheets to sleep on, which made us laugh, as we got off the bed. I need to take shower as I started for the door.

 

  Jackie looked at me we are not done here; we have one more things to show you.

 

  I thought to myself what more can they show me. I found out soon enough, after Jackie had pulled the sheets off the bed. I watched as Janie lay down on the bed, then Jackie moved between her legs so their pussies could touch each other.

 

  Kathy what we are about to do is called tribbing, that is were you rub your pussy on another girls pussy with out the dildo, Janie said.

 

  Ok but wouldn’t that start to hurt if you did it very long?

 

  Not really and I have an orgasm faster this way, Jackie replied.

 

  Ok and I moved on the bed to see what they were doing.

 

  As their pussies touched, I notice that they started moving their pelvis. Making their pussies rub against each other, as I watched them go at it, I felt myself getting wet again. But this time I picked up the big dildo and started to push it in. I never felt so stretched; I thought it was going to split me open, as it enters me.

 

  I looked down and I noticed that half of it was inside of me, and then I felt it hit my cervix. When I stop pushing, I just sat there with it hanging out of me, (I know it looked a little funny but it felt so good).

 

  I slowly pulled it out and then I pushed it back in and it felt like, I had mans cock in me. I had stopped watching Jackie and Janie as I continued to pleasure myself. Then it came to me that I should ask Chris to get me some toys. That way I could pleasure myself when he was at work and for third time today, I started to feel an orgasm build. But this was going to be strong one and I knew it as my breathing quicken and I seen flashing light in front of my eyes as the waves of pleasure hit me. OH GOD YES I LOVE THIS OH MY GOD IM CUMMING I SCREAMED just as Jackie’s door opened.

 

  Well I see you started with out me Nancy said after walking into Jackie’s room. 

 

  That’s when Jackie & Janie reached their climaxes. Then Jackie rolled over Hi mom she said with a pant in her voice.

 

  Jackie did you show Kathy how to use those toys, as I sat there with the two-headed dildo still in my pussy.

 

  Yes mom we showed her, as I pulled it, out.

 

  Well that’s good now go get cleaned up, while I think of something for dinner.

 

  I can help you with that Mrs. Davis as I started for the guest bathroom.

 

  Come with us Kathy and we can help each other wash off as they headed for master bedroom.

 

  Now girls do not play around in there because I have to work tonight.

 

  Ok Mom Janie replied, oh Mom I need to go get my birth control pills they had ran out yesterday when Terrie and Jackie got theirs. As Patrick, jr. and Patricia came up the stairs.

 

  Oh my and I quickly ducked behind Jackie’s door. 

 

  Hi, Aunt Kathy, Patrick said as he ran up to the door, with Patricia right behind him 

 

  Hi, Aunt Kathy Patricia said.

 

  Hi you two, as I slipped on my shorts and a t-shirt, and I went back the in hallway, that is when I noticed that Jackie and Janie were still naked. As I bent down so Patricia could jump into my arms. (The twins are so cute, little Patrick looks like his father and Patricia looks like Nancy.)

 

  Then Mrs. Davis said ok you two it time for your nap, as she took Patricia from me.

 

  God they are getting big, they are almost two now aren’t they, I said as Nancy took them to their room.

 

  They will be two on August 16 Janie replied.

 

  Then I looked at her. Janie, I know you are open-minded around here. But do you think they should see you like that, as I pointed out they were still naked.

 

  Jackie laughed; if Mom had not taken them with her they would not have much on ether. I just smiled as we walked into the master bedroom.

 

  We spent about 15 minutes washing each other off. Even though it was not sexual, I started to shiver when Janie washed off my pussy. It felt somewhat nice as she gently cleaned the dried cum off me. It reminded me of the shower I took with Chris that morning.

 

  When she was done, I ask her how she kept her pussy so hairless.

 

  I wax it she replied. As I looked at Jackie’s as we dried off. We all wax Mom says it will help stay cleaner.

 

  How do you do that?

 

  It comes in a kit if you like I can pick one up for you when I go out? She replied.

 

  Ok but I don’t know how Chris will like it.

 

  Well Thomas loves it and so does Dad Jackie said. But Charlie still thinks I should let some of it grow back, he say it would look sexier.

 

  Well I guess I could try it and see how it will feel.

 

  Ok then as Janie tossed her towel in the laundry. I will pick up a kit then and show you how to wax tonight, before we play around some more.

 

  I walked back to Terrie’s room to get dressed as Jackie and Janie went into their rooms. Then I herd a knock on the door. Come in I call out as Nancy walked in.

 

  Kathy I should have warned you that the twins were coming up the stairs.

 

  That’s ok Mrs. Davis. But if they see their sisters naked, then I guess it’s ok if they see me that way, as I blushed.

 

  Nancy smiled at me; well I wanted to ask if you would help, the girls get twins into bed at 8:00.

 

  Not a problem I replied.

 

  After we had eating dinner I went into family with twins and we watched Bambi on DVD. When Nancy finished in the kitchen, she came into the family room, to give the twins a hug, and kiss good-bye, before she told them to be good for us.

 

  Then Patricia started to cry, Mommy no go.

 

  I picked her up its ok Patty your Mommy will be back in the morning, as Nancy walked out the door.

 

  You’re going to be a great Mom Jackie said after walking into the family room.

 

  I hope so as I looked at the clock it was 7:55 Jackie do they like bedtime stories.

 

  Yes, they do but dad is the one that reads to them.

 

  You think they would like it if I read to them.

 

  I think so as a car pulled in drive. That must be Janie, I thought as she parked the in garage 

 

  After she entered, little Patrick ran up and jumped in her lap. Read he said holding note in his hand from his Mom.

 

  She took the note ok off to bed with you. Then she read the note, and looked at me. Oh Kathy, would you help me get the twins ready for bed.

 

  Your mom already asked me Janie I said with a smile.

 

  Well she told me in the note ask you, as she smiled back.

 

  Ok I replied as I picked up little Patrick.

 

  Then she looked at Jackie you need to call Charlie right now on his cell phone. After she remember running into him at the drug store.

 

  Ok but I just talked with him an hour ago.

 

  Just call him Jackie you will understand why after the call.

 

  Ok and she picked up the phone and walked out onto the patio.

 

  We took the twins upstairs and put them to bed. Then I herd Jackie scream. She came running up the stairs I need to call Mom she said.

 

  Ok, but what’s going on Janie ask.

 

  Charlie’s alone tonight he asks me to come spend the night with him.

 

  Well if Mom says its ok then all I can say is have fun, Janie replied as I started to read the little bunny to the twins.

 

  Minutes latter Jackie was kissing the twins good night and told me to have fun. As she grabbed the car keys from Janie and ran out the door.

 

  Well it’s just leaves you and me for the night, as I looked at Janie, after the twins fell asleep.

 

  Yep Janie replied. Do you want to go for a swim?

 

  Sure, but I did not bring a swimsuit, I replied.

 

  You won’t need one here she replied. 

 

  Yeah, I keep forgetting that you have an enclosed pool, as we walked down stairs. I looked at her, what about the twins, after we reached the patio.

 

  They will be all right she replied; plus I take the monitor with me when I am out in the pool so I can here what they are doing in their room.

 

  Ok Janie, then I asks. After were done swimming could you show me how to use that wax kit.

 

  Sure Kathy, she replied, as she sat the monitor on table and turned the volume up so we could hear the twins if they should need us.

 

  After we had stripped out of our cloths we climbed into the pool, (Side note this was the first time I ever swam in the nude), as we splash around I found myself looking at Janie’s breast. I thought she does look very sexy, and then I started swimming some laps.

 

  When I stopped, Janie moved over to me. Kathy your workouts with Chris are doing you some good.

 

  I just smile and said thanks. (By that time, I had lost about 16 pounds and I lost had my tummy, thank God, I no longer looked pregnant Giggle.) So do you think I am sexy looking?

 

  Yes, she said as she moved in and kissed me.

 

  I was little a scared at first but I slowly started to kiss back. Then I felt her hand on my mound, which caused me to moan as she rubbed over my clit. That feels good Janie I said after we broke from a kiss.

 

  She smiled lets take this inside and she climbed out of pool.

 

  As I followed her up the ladder and I got close up view of her pussy it looked so inviting, that I actually wanted to touch it right there. Then I thought to my self could I be bisexual.

 

  As we dried off, I stood and watched Janie rub the towel over her breast. Janie how can tell if you are bisexual?

 

  She looked at me, Kathy I am not sure how to the answer to that. But if you find women sexually attractive, in the same way you think of men then I guess you would be bisexual.

 

  I see, as I thought about what she had just told me; Janie do you find me sexual attractive?

 

  She smiled yes Kathy I do, as she walked over and kissed me again.

 

  After we broke the kiss, Janie I do not know if I could go through with this. I mean the touching part I know it felt good when you rubbed me in the pool. But I am not sure if I could do it to you.

 

  Kathy we do not have to do anything if you are not ready for, she replied.

 

  I understand Janie then I said to myself, why not try it once and I laid my right hand on her left breast. It felt strange at first to be touching another’s girl breast. But her nipples started getting hard as I rubbed my finger over and round it. Then I began to get that that familiar felling between my legs. You have nice breast Janie, as I stood there fondling her.

 

  Kathy that feels good but I do think we should go up to my room now, then she took my hand and we went upstairs.

 

  After checking in on the twins, we went across the hall to her room. I see you I have redecorated.

 

  Yes, Thomas wanted the room to look more like one a couple would use and not just a female would use, as we sat on down on her new queen-sized bed. She looked at me. Kathy, are you sure about this, I mean if you do not want to have sex with me, I understand.

 

  I looked at her setting there naked with one foot on the floor, and the other foot folded in front of her, with her pussy in full view. Janie you and Jackie have peaked my curiosity. So yes, I would like to have sex with you just to see if I would like doing it. But first, I would like you to show me how to wax.

 

  Ok Kathy, she replied and we got up off the bed. After entering the bathroom, she told me to run some warm water in the tub.

 

  Ok Janie, but can I ask why?

 

  Kathy the warm water softens the skin so the hair will come off easier and we need to trim you down there as she point to my thick bush.

 

  Ok I understand now and I blushed, as I leaned over to start the water. I could feel Janie looking at me. I looked over my shoulder as she licked her lips, which made me smile. I thought to myself, she really likes seeing me like this. Then I spread my legs, so she could a get a better view.

 

  She smiled, Kathy your so bad she said with a giggle, as I stood up to step into the tub. As I sat down, she moved over and sat on side of the tub now soak in water for about five minutes then get on the towel. As she took some scissors and trimmed my pubic hair.

 

  Janie, who taught you how to do this I asks?

 

  Mom did before they got married.

 

  Janie I have known you for three years now and today is the first time that I seen you naked I said, other then the pictures you showed me.

 

  That’s right you have never been around when we swim in the nude, or go to the nudist resort.

 

  Nudist resort, when did you start going there?

 

  After Mom had the twins, she replied. Well you have been in there long enough and I climbed out of the tub. As I lay down on towel now this will feel warm when I apply it but that way it will spread evenly over the area you want to wax, she said. It felt nice, as the room was somewhat cold from AC that was running, which caused me to moan as she rubbed it into my hair.

 

  Kathy, watch me as I apply this she said. So I propped myself up so I could see what she was doing. After she had the area cover with the wax, she put the cloth over it. Now this part will sting as I pull it off.

 

  Ok I said just do it, as she pulled it hard and fast. Ouch, you were right it did sting as cold air hit my now bold pussy.

 

  Here lay this on you it will help the sting go away as she handed me a warm washcloth. Now that was not too bad. After a couple of minutes, she took the cloth away and started rubbing aloe on me. This will keep you from getting a rash and it will stop the burning.

 

  When I looked down, I thought it made me look like a little girl again, and I hoped that Chris would not be mad at me for doing this.

 

  Ok Kathy lets see if we got all the hair and Janie moved between my legs to get closer look. Nice she said, while rubbing her hand over my now bald pussy, all clean. Then she did something that took me by surprise she started to lick me.

 

  Just imagine this scene. Here I was lying on a towel in the bathroom floor with one of my best friends between my legs licking me. Well I guess you could it was erotic.

 

  I started to moan OH GOD that feels good, don’t stop, that’s when she found my clit. As she ran her tongue over it, I felt my orgasm starting to build. I moaned, MMMM, Janie you are good at this, just as she stuck a finger in my wet hole. OH GOD I screamed. YES OH GOD YES as waves of pleasure washes over me.

 

  Janie looked up at me with a smile I guess you liked that, as I came down from my orgasm.

 

  I looked down at her as she continued to rub her hand over my pussy as if she was petting a kitten. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t like it, but it did feel strange. I am so use to Chris doing that to me, that I never knew a woman could bring me pleasure like that.

 

  She smiled that’s just the beginning as she pulled me off the floor. Now it’s your turn to do me. But let’s go into the bedroom where it will be more comfortable as she kissed me. 

 

  We sat down on the bed and I just looked at her what should I do? She took my hand and placed on her breast again. Then she put her hand over mine and squeezed it gently, which cause me to squeeze her breast. I caught on fast what she wanted me to do, and I started fondling her breast, for the second time tonight.

 

  I felt her nipples getting hard as I continued to feel them. Kathy suck on them please, and I leaned down taking her right nipple into my mouth. MMMM you’re good at this, and she held my head in place as I nursed like a baby on her tender breast.

 

  Then I started to move my left hand down her body exploring her soft skin with a gentle touch. As I reached the top of her mound she spread her legs for me, and I slipped my hand down looking for her clit, which was standing out waiting for attention.

 

  Oh, Kathy that feels good she moaned while pulling my head up to kiss me, as I continued rubbing her clit. I slowly slipped my middle finger down and into her love hole and started a slow fucking motion.

 

  OH GOD I AM STARTING TO CUMMM DON’T STOP PLEASE DON’T STOP as I finger fucked her at faster pace. OH, AH, UMMMM she moaned as she continued to have one orgasm after and other (I lost count after three) until she begged me to stop.

 

  I pulled my finger out of her wet pussy and seen her juices all over my hand. I looked down at her as she lay on the bed catching her breath. Did I do it right?

 

  Kathy for a first timer you were great. Now will you clean me up?

 

  I started to get off the bed and she stopped me. No not that way use your tongue and lick me clean.

 

  You mean just as you did to me in the bathroom.

 

  Yes just like that.

 

  Ok, but if I do, something wrong please let me know.

 

  She looked at me, you will do fine just remember what you seen me do with you & Jackie and you will be ok.

 

  I moved between her open legs and leaned down. She was so wet that, her juices were dripping from her pussy and smell was fantastic. She shivered when I licked over slit. Then I seen her clit and I licked it, which caused her to moan.

 

  That’s it Kathy your doing fine, now take my clit and suck on it, as you would a man’s cock. I did as she told me and I sucked her clit into my mouth. You can bite it Kathy and I bit down on it a little too hard. Ouch gently Kathy and I looked up at her as she smiled down at me. As I continued to suck and bite on her clit, I slowly pushed me middle finger in to her again.

 

  OH GOD she screamed I AM CUMMING and a gush of her juices hit me in the face. Then I pulled back and smiled, did I do a good job I asks?

 

  Yes, Kathy she replied in a panting voice. You did fine now let’s get some rest and I moved up beside her. Kathy is this the first time that you have done anything like this, as I ran my hand through her hair.

 

  Yes, I replied.

 

  You are doing very well she said with a smile. Now let me go get Mom’s two-headed dildo it is smaller then Jackie’s.

 

  We can use Jackie’s I said.

 

  Are you sure, she replied.

 

  Yes, I had it in me earlier today.

 

  Ok then I will go get it, and she got off the bed. Now try to rest because we have many more fun things yet to do.

 

  I sat there thinking as I watched her firm butt wiggle as she left the room, then it hit me what the hell am I doing. I love Chris and I should not be having sex with anyone but him. I started to get off the bed just as Janie walked back into the room. I am sorry Janie but I have to use bathroom.

 

  That’s ok Kathy then she notices the troubled look on my face. Kathy wait and she followed me into the bathroom. Is there anything wrong?

 

  I looked at her and I started to cry. I feel like dirt I have cheated on Chris with another girl. Now when he finds out he will not want to marry me.

 

  Kathy did you talk with him about this before he left?

 

  Yes but I, and she cut me off.

 

  Kathy if he knows about it then its not cheating, anyway we are not going to become lovers. I looked at her as she continued to talk. She looked at me how can I put this she said, Kathy you are dear friend I am honored to be helping you learn something new. Now if you decide that you really like doing it then that’s ok. But after this, you decide that you do not like doing it then that will be ok too, as she hugged me.

 

  As I wiped the tears from eyes, Janie, so all you’re doing is teaching me what it is to be bisexual.

 

  Yes, Kathy that’s what all of this is about, as I looked at her. You see Kathy I really love Thomas but he is not here all the time and I cannot have sex unless I do it with Dad and I do not want to do that anymore. So I have sex with Jackie, Terrie, and Mom.

 

  I looked at her that’s when it dawned on me. So you’re using me to fulfill your need for sex tonight.

 

  Yes, Kathy or I would have done it with one of them if they were here.

 

  Now I feel used as I looked at her.

 

  Kathy, it nothing like that, I am happy to be able show you this. Because I love you as my sister and I want to share this experience with you.

 

  When I looked at her, I could see the love & caring she had for me, not as a lover but as a friend and sister. Ok then we can finish what we started as I wiped the tears from eyes.

 

  Great she replied after taking my hand we walk back into the bedroom and Janie opened the box with the sex toys in it. Well lets get ready she said and I lay down on the bed. Janie sat at my feet now this is how to use this; we push it in until we cannot take any more. Then one of us holds it as we start pushing and pulling in and out of us. Do you understand how it works?

 

  I think so and she lay down with her pussy facing mine. She slowly started pushing it into me until I said stop. Then I felt her push it into hers until we very close to each other and I could feel the heat from vagina on mine.

 

  Oh, this feels good as we started fucking each other on the dildo. It felt so strange to me, that I could not take in all the feelings I was having. It ranged from joy of the pleasure I was getting, to panic that I might like it to much and become a lesbian. But for the most part the pleasure out weighed the panic as my orgasm built.

 

  Janie was panting heavily and I started to moan OH GOD YES and we screamed at the same time as we started to cum. Wow was all I could say as I pulled the dildo out of me, as I looked over at Janie.

 

  She smile are you up for more.

 

  Ok I said and she moved up beside me.

 

  Kathy do you remember Jackie and me rubbing our pussies together.

 

  Yes, somewhat, I was busy myself, I said with a blush on my cheeks.

 

  She smiled I know, I could see what you were doing. As she pushed up closer to me and her pussy touched mine.

 

  Oh that feels weird I said as she rubbed across my pussy with hers.

 

  Kathy what you have to do is just push and rub against me as I do the same to you. I looked at her with a questioning look in my eyes. Trust me it will feel good.

 

  Ok Janie and I started to push against her pussy with a slow humping action.

 

  That’s it Kathy, you’re doing god, and she picked up her pace.

 

  Mmmmm this does feel good I said as we continued to move faster. I felt Janie’s clit rub across mine and I gasp. OH, GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD.

 

  As we continued tribbing, I notice that Janie was getting close to another orgasm, which caused me reach, mine. OH GOD IM CCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG, I screamed as Janie reached her orgasm letting out a long moan.

 

  As we lay back on bed, this has been a great learning experience for me. But can we rest a little bit?

 

  Yes, she replied as we herd Patricia crying on monitor. Oh, boy I had better go check and see what is wrong. As she climbed, off the bed and left the room.

 

  I lay there thinking of all things that I had done tonight and decided that it was fun but I knew that I would never do it again after tonight. But I did want to try one more thing. The 69 with Janie, I thought that she would be the best person I could have ever done this with, as I herd her trying to clam Patricia. I looked over at the clock it was 12:30, when Janie calls me, Kathy could you give me a hand please when little Patrick woke up.

 

  I climb off the bed, pulling on my t-shirt and panties, and I go to the twin’s room. Janie was setting in a rocker with both them on her lap, and I walk over and pick Patrick up. Well little man shouldn’t you be sleep.

 

  Sissy woke me he replied not realizing he meant Janie.

 

  Well how about I we go down stairs and get everyone some milk, Janie smiled and whispered thank you, as I took Patrick with me.

 

  Aunt Kathy, why Janie cry he asks, as we walked down the stairs.

 

  I thought for a moment, and then it dawned on me what he meant. Oh, sweetie she was not crying she was happy about something I told her.

 

  Aunt Kathy why Janie happy, he said.

 

  Well sweetie your aunt Kathy is getting married next month and I asked her to be in the wedding. 

 

  Oh, he said.

 

  Patrick could you do me a favor, as I sat him on counter in the kitchen.

 

  What a favor he asks with his eyes looking up at me.

 

  I bit my lip a favor is a nice thing you do for people.

 

  Ok Aunt Kathy I do.

 

  I smile thank you sweetie as I kissed him on the forehead. Could you carry Aunt Kathy’s ring for me at the wedding, and I seen his little eyes light up.

 

  Ok Aunt Kathy, he said with a grin on his face.

 

  Now let’s take the milk upstairs and I will read to you again, as I picked up the tray with two sippy cups and a coke for Janie and me after I had put Patrick down.

 

  Little Patrick walked beside me and as we climbed the stairs, he noticed that my panties were wet. Then he giggled, Aunt Kathy peed.

 

  I looked down with a blush on my cheeks. Patrick you are too young to be looking at my panties.

 

  He puckered up and started to cry sory Aunt Kathy.

 

  I set the tray down on top step and picked him up, its ok sweetie I am not mad at you, and I kissed him on the cheek. It’s just not nice to be looking where you were looking ok.

 

  Ok Aunt Kathy he replied.

 

  As I wiped the tears from his cheeks, now let’s get the drinks to your room.

 

  He looked up at me as I picked up the tray I luv you Aunt Kathy.

 

  I love you to sweetie as we walked back into the room. Janie took the tray and I put Patrick back in bed. We need to talk after we done here I said to Janie.

 

  Ok Kathy, as she looked at me.

 

  As the twins drank their milk, I read green eggs and ham. (I loved that book when I was their age.) After they had finished their milk they went back to sleep.

 

  Wow your good with kids Janie said.

 

  I do a lot of babysitting when I am not over here visiting.

 

  It shows.

 

  Thank you I replied. Janie do you think your Mom & Dad would let the twins be in my wedding.

 

  I don’t see why they wouldn’t you are like a fourth daughter to them.

 

  I smiled, I am happy to hear that, now I have a bigger problem, which one of you I will have as my maid of honor.

 

  She looked at me Kathy your oldest and closest friend should get that honor.

 

  I know but I am afraid Terrie might get upset if I do not ask her.

 

  Kathy don’t worry about that we have talked it over, and I know that Jackie would love to be your maid of honor with Terrie and me as your brides maids.

 

  Thank you and I kissed her deep on lips.

 

  Now let’s finish our cokes then finish what we were doing before the twins woke up she said.

 

  Janie about that we have to keep the noise down that is what woke them up.

 

  Oops, Janie said with a blush on her cheeks, I did get a little, loud last time.

 

  Janie I have to potty came a little voice over monitor.

 

  I will be right back and she went to take care of Patrick.

 

  I sat down on the bed and thought about the events of the evening. Well I do have a lot to talk with Chris about when he gets home.

 

  That’s when Janie walked back in the room. They are both back in bed now and I think that is what we should do.

 

  I agree Janie anyway, there is not much more that we could do. I have learned a lot tonight, and thank you Janie, but I think we both have had enough stimulation for tonight. So good night my dear friend and I kissed her on the cheek. Then I went to Terrie’s room.

 

  As lie on Terrie’s bed, I reach down to feel the wet spot on my panties. This has been an interesting day as I rolled over and fell asleep.

 

  The next morning the twins got us up early wanting their breakfast. As Janie fixed them bowels of cheerio’s, I got them bathed and dressed.

 

  The next two days went by fast and I was so happy when I seen Chris pulled up in a taxi Friday morning, I ran out of the house to greet him. I missed you so much as I kissed him.

 

  I missed you too My Princess now go get your bag and we can go home.

 

  Ok my love as we walk back in the house.

 

  After we said or good-bye’s he looked at me and asks, how was your visit?

 

  Well I learn a lot about having sex with another girl, I said

 

  He smiled then he asked did you like it?

 

  Well having sex with another girl was ok, but Chris I love the feel of your body next to mine, and your cock driving into me much more than some old dildo.

 

  He smiled so you do not want the gift I got for you on my trip. As he pulled a box out of his bag after we got home. It was 10’ long and about 3’ square.

 

  I opened the box, and seen small card that read, enjoy this toy and think of me when use it love Chris.

 

  I started to cry when I seen it had a penis shaped vibrator in the box. Thank you My Knight and I leaned over to kiss him. Now let’s go inside so we can talk.

 

  We had nice long talk about what happen at the Davis’s while he was gone. Then he asked me to show him what I learned about the use of a dildo. That led to us having a day and night of very passionate sex.

 

  Well that is how I learned to have sex with another girl. I had better end this because Chris is taking me out to dinner. You see it’s our second wedding anniversary. We plan to make love tonight and I hope to get pregnant. Only time will tell.

 

  This is second story about Kathy and I plan to write one more I am going to write that one about Chris. So if you want read about how he becomes a man let me know. Send emails to chuck112156@yahoo.com

 

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Warning! This chapter is in parts very intense, sad, and shocking. I hope you will all continue to read the story; it is necessary for where the story is going. This chapter was very hard to write - I hope you will all realize as we go along that it is not shock just for shock value.

Cindi walked over to us, and held our hands in hers.

"Mom? Dad? Do you love me?" she whispered.

"Cindi, you know we do," I answered for us, wondering why she felt she had to ask.

"Mom? Dad? Do you love me? Please, you have

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to say it. Please."

I squeezed her hand, and the memory of the time we had made love, with our climax being like a spring rainstorm, and the feeling as we basked in the joy and beauty afterwards came unbidden into my mind. I wanted to smile, but it was a little hard under the circumstances.

"I love you, Cindi. I think you know how much," I told her. She smiled at me, a special smile, squeezed my hand in return, and said "thank you" and I realized with a sense of shock and wonder that she had seen that image go through my mind.

"I love you too, Cindi, more than I have shown you and more than I can possibly tell you," Victoria answered. I saw the look on her face as she had the same experience I did; the realization in her mind that Cindi did know. We looked at each other in confusion; what was going on here? Cindi was speaking again.

"Mom, Dad, I know I'm not good at a lot of things, like Amy, she's like a superwoman or something, but please, Mom, Dad, please, would you trust me this time, please trust me, that I can do this? Please? For Amy's sake? Please?" She seemed calm now; there were tears in her eyes, but they were not tears of fear or rage now.

She looked so intense; I had to do what I could for her. Victoria looked at me, and she nodded slightly to me.

"We trust you, honey. Do what you can." I had no idea what I was telling her to do, or why, but if it helped her deal with what was coming, I would do it. I just was not sure how I was going to deal with what was coming.

She looked down, closed her eyes, and whispered, "One more time, Mom and Dad, and really believe it this time, for Amy's sake, you love me and you trust me." She seemed to be concentrating, and suddenly I felt a wash of love and trust pour through me. I heard Victoria gasp, and knew she felt the same.

Then Cindi led us over to Amy's bed. She took one of Amy's hands, and laid it in mine. I clasped it, and half felt, half hoped that I felt her squeeze back faintly. Cindi smiled at me.

"Yes, she knows you are here."

Then she took Amy's other hand, and laid it in Victoria's hand. Finally, she took each of our remaining hands in hers.

"Close you eyes. Think about nothing except how much you love me." I did as she asked. I did not know what was going on here, but my girls had always been special, and if this would help either one of them, I would do it. I thought again about the time like the spring rain. Cindi squeezed my hand. I thought about all the wonderful times I had had with her. As I continue to think of how much I loved her, I could sense a blue fog seeming to come over my eyes, in my mind. It was a deep blue. The same color as Cindi's eyes! It became deeper blue the more I thought of her. Suddenly images ran through my mind of the times I had enjoyed with Cindi. However, they were somehow different. I was seeing Cindi's memories of our love and wonderful times together in my mind! I could feel the love building up in me, higher and higher. I was so full it felt like I was going to burst. When I felt I just could not hold any more, Cindi spoke again.

"Now, think of how much you love Amy. Think of your baby. Give her all your love." Interesting. I could hear Cindi's voice in my head. I thought of spending Sunday together with Amy. Rubbing her temples, her stomach. I thought of running my fingers up the insides of her leg. Cindi squeezed my hand. I thought of all the times we cuddled in bed together. The haze in my mind turned green, beautiful deep green. Amy's eyes! My God! I could feel her! I basked in the joy of feeling at one with my girls. I could feel Victoria there, too. I was amazed at the depth of love I felt from her, for me and for her babies. And for the one that wasn't there. I didn't know what that meant. I felt the huge bubble of love slowing exiting me, colored bright green as it left. I wondered what it looked like in the room. Instantly, in my mind I saw Amy lying on the bed. I say green tendrils floating over to her body and disappearing inside. Cindi's voice in my mind said, "It looks like that", and she giggled. I had never seen anything so beautiful.

I heard Cindi in my mind again. "This is our secret, just for us. Even Amy doesn't know. Tell no one." The green faded.

Suddenly, we were standing there, by the bed, the three of us hugging each other, eyes open, a warm sense of calm, love, warmth filling us. It seemed like we had just walked over to the bed a minute ago, but a quick look at my watch showed a half hour had passed. I had only a vague remembrance of something too weird to be possible having happened.

"Hey. Don't I get a hug, too?" a weak voice asked. We turned quickly around, to see Amy, eyes open, smiling faintly. Amy looked awful, but she looked better. She had some color now.

Victoria and I ran over to her, hugging and kissing her, crying. Then, I saw a look of panic cross Amy's face.

"Cindi! Where is Cindi?"

I looked around. Cindi was sitting in a chair, leaning back against the wall. She looked really tired, and sick, eyes half closed, face pale. She looked old and sick.

"Dad! Bring her over here," Amy said.

We helped her walk over, and sat her on the bed next to Amy

"Cindi, what did you do?" They looked into each other's eyes, communicating with each other somehow.

"You goofball, what am I going to do with you? Thank you." Amy whispered.

Amy called me over close to her.

"Daddy, Cindi needs something from the nursing station. Can you get it for her, please?" She pulled me down and whispered into my ear.

I stared at her in surprise. "Are you sure, Amy? If you are wrong, things will get awful interesting real quick!"

"Trust me, Daddy."

Well, I had learned a lot about trust in the last few minutes. I kissed her forehead, and went out to the nursing station. I asked the nurse to prepare what I needed. She looked at me in astonishment. "Are you sure?" she asked, assuming it was for me. "If you have any digestive problems, suffer from migraines, have heart problems, or latent diabetes, things will get awful interesting real quick around here!" She didn't understand why I laughed. "Trust me," I winked. I got what I needed, and came back into the room, handing Cindi a glass of murky white, foul smelling liquid.

Cindi crinkled up her nose in disgust. "Are you sure about this, Amy? This stuff smells yucky!"

"Drink it all down. Good news. It tastes worse than it smells. Next time you'll think twice about saving my life," she teased.

After Cindi, complaining loudly and continuously about why this couldn't just be a pill, drank it all down, two things happened almost simultaneously. She immediately perked up, her color returned, and she suddenly had her energy level back. She looked her age again, and no longer looked ill. At the same time, the monitors hooked up to Amy went crazy. As I looked at them, her blood pressure spiked back to normal, her temperature dropped to normal, her pulse stabilized, her respiration deepened and dropped to normal, the irregularities in her EKG disappeared, and her rash faded almost away. Alarms that were set to sound with significant changes in either direction were beeping incessantly. I laughed. They all looked at me quizzically.

"Wait for it," I laughed.

Almost immediately, the door burst open and the nurse and doctor ran in. They only paused slightly when they saw Cindi, looking at her nervously, but she smiled sweetly at them.

"Come on in! I'm human again!" she quipped. Then she looked at us and winked. She ran over to Amy, hugged, and kissed her. "I'm so glad to see you again."

"Me too! What happened?"

"Don't know," Cindi answered. "We were standing here, and all of a sudden I felt sick and you started waking up. What did you do?" Cindi asked innocently.

Amy rolled her eyes and gave her the Amy look (YES, she is getting better!). "I'll talk to you later."

The doctor politely told the girls to quit gabbing and let him give Amy a checkup. Amy politely told him to talk to the finger (Poor Amy. So innocent. She doesn't know these things. She had no idea she held up the wrong finger!), and all of us, including the doctor, burst out laughing. She turned red and asked what was wrong. We told her she wouldn't understand.

They kept Amy two more days, trying to find out what had happened. They kept expecting her to suddenly get worse again. Finally, on the third day, Amy announced we would either take her home or she was walking out the front door and hitching a ride home with the first person that picked her up; if we liked this place so much, we could stay and eat that... food. Yep Amy was getting better. She was still weak as a kitten, however. We decided we wouldn't make her hitchhike home.

When we left, I refused the wheelchair and told them I would carry Amy out, and picked her up in my arms. She squealed in delight, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. She gave me a big kiss, not quite daughterly but not too scandalous and asked me quietly if I was going to give her another shower. I had not told anybody about that. I told her I was feeling a little weak myself, especially in the arms; I hoped I would not drop her on the way out. She said she was sure she could find a convenient handle to hold on to with her hands. I blushed and decided to quit while I was only way too far behind. She whispered "sorry Daddy" in my ear, while everyone else waited patiently to hear the story behind those comments, but I was not talking. It is hard to sound sorry when you are giggling.

Amy had lost some weight while she was sick, so she was ravenous. I dropped them all off at home and went to buy dinner. I got a sausage and pepperoni pizza for Amy and me and a special for Cindi and Victoria. I also bought a quart of Pistachio ice cream. For those with weak stomachs, you might want to skip to the next paragraph at this point. Ok, remember, I warned you. Amy likes to alternate bites of sausage and pepperoni pizza with pistachio ice cream. As Cindi says, sometimes she is just way too gross and disgusting! I told her if she ended up in the hospital again due to gross eating habits, the insurance company would not pay; it does not cover self-abuse. We left her in the kitchen eating alone, telling her we were going into the other room to eat with normal people before we got sick. When we sneaked back in and gave her a tickling attack, her mock sad face got happy and she just beamed. She just loves being teased. "I love you guys," she sighed happily.

Two days after getting home, Victoria had to leave town again. She looked so distraught trying to explain to Amy why she had to leave, but we all understood; all was well. I had as much time off as I needed from work until Amy was better. The next day, she told me I could go into work if I needed to. I flatly and curtly refused, and when I saw her eyes widen I turned and walked away. A few minutes later, a pair of teenage arms slipped around my waist and a pretty little girl snuggled up behind me. Then she gently turned me around and took my hands in hers.

"It wasn't your fault, Daddy," she said softly. "It still would have happened if you would have stayed home from work that day. I didn't feel really bad until shortly before you came home. It wouldn't have mattered". I looked down and felt silly for her having figured me out. The doctor had said the same thing. I was also glad she had not figured out the other reason I felt bad.

"I just don't know what I would do if I lost you", I whispered. She just hugged me.

"It would kind of ruin my whole day, too," she whispered back seriously.

The third day home, Amy announced that she felt dirty and disgusting and we needed to do something about that.

"I thought you were just kidding about giving you another shower," I said, feeling frantic.

"Not shower. Too weak. Bath. Now."

So, I carried her into the bathroom. She waited patiently for me to fill the tub and take her clothes off. Then I helped her into the tub. She sighed happily and soaked for a while. I got up to leave, but she put her hand on my arm and asked me to stay, then closed her eyes again. I think she just enjoys teasing me to death. She knew the lovely sight her beautiful body made lying naked in that tub. She asked me to wash her; she said she was too weak to do it right. I tried, but I was just making a big mess trying to do it with me outside the tub (washing her, I mean). Finally, she took the washcloth away from me.

"This just isn't going to work this way, Daddy. Get you clothes off and get in here and wash me right." I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because she cracked up, and then put her hand on my arm affectionately. "I'm not drunk. I'm not going to seduce you. Well, probably not. Not while I'm this weak, anyway! Just kidding! We have already seen all there is to see of each other. Come on."

She lay back and closed her eyes, as I got undressed, so I wouldn't be embarrassed. She is such a sweetheart. Then I got in behind her and sat down. She snuggled back against me, closed her eyes, and sighed happily. I proceeded to wash her cute little body all over. I am sure she must have felt me against her butt, but for once in her life, Amy passed up the opportunity to tease. Once I got over my embarrassment, and assured myself that nothing was going to happen, I really enjoyed giving her a bath. She just turned boneless when I washed her hair. She enjoyed it so much she fell asleep. Drying her off was a hell of a lot easier than last time I was in the bathroom with her! We got dressed, and went into the living room, where she sat on the floor in front of me on the couch while I brushed her hair.

If any of you have never brushed female hair, you have to try it. Whether she is 6 or 37, (I've never tried it older than that) it is one of the most sensual (not the same as sexual) things you can do. Washing hair is tied for brushing hair on the sensual scale. They are both about a 15 on a scale of 10. Victoria loves it almost as much as a massage. It had been a long time since I had washed and brushed Amy's hair. I made a mental note to do it again soon. She purred like a kitten as I ran the brush through her long black hair. Not for the first time, I marveled at how much she was an almost exact duplicate copy of Victoria physically. Maybe I should take a bath with Victoria next time she came home.

We did the bath thing a few more times until she was strong enough to take care of herself. The next day I filled the tub before I carried her in and, unbeknownst to her, made it a bubble bath. She squealed with glee when she saw it, and I let her enjoy it for quite awhile, giggling and splashing and just generally making a total mess of the bathroom until we finally got around to getting her clean. Just watching her have such a good time made my heart melt, and I hugged her close, getting misty-eyed thinking how close I had come to losing her. She looked at me, head cocked to one side, curious as to what I was thinking, then her eyes softened as she seemed to figure it out. She wrapped her arms around my arms, which were around her waist, laid her head against my shoulder, and whispered "Me too."

It didn't take long before the girls in the cheerleader group found out that Amy had been in the hospital and that she was back home again. The house began to fill up everyday with her friends. I had to monitor the situation closely, to make sure they did not tire her out too much, so I had to spend a lot of time around cute, 13-14 year old cheerleaders. It's a terrible job, but somebody had to do it! Poor me! After the first day or so of me being around all the time, they completely lost all inhibitions they had. I was one of the girls. The standard mode of dress became tee shirt and panties. Bad enough with some of these cuties, but it took awhile to get used to it with Cindi and Amy. They had to fit in with the other girls, you see. I found out there is absolutely nothing teenage girls will not and do not talk about. Amy, of course, had to give a very detailed account of her drunken episode and, to my horror, a, thankfully somewhat sanitized, account of "the shower". Of course, she also told them how I was helping her bathe each day. I expected endless teasing, but I was startled to hear, and see in their eyes, expressions of envy and respect. Apparently, the consensus was that none of their dads would do those things for them. Were their dads really that stupid? Their loss. These girls were sweethearts, all of them.

Of course, after those revelations, it was not long before someone suggested that we all play strip poker, since we had a "neat, cool, good-looking guy” (Wow! Not a dad, but a guy) here to play (read: harass, embarrass, tease) with. I of course vetoed that immediately. Katie got a far away, dreamy look on her face, walked over to me, sat down on my lap, put her arms around my neck, and announced that she thought it was a wonderful idea! This caused everyone to crack up, giggling hysterically. Let's see - one dad, 7 teenager girls - who do you think won here?

After the game was over, it was decided that the one person who still had clothes on (no, it wasn't me) should take hers off too. After awhile, it wasn't hard (no pun intended, and not true besides!) at all. After the initial embarrassment by some, today's teenage girls, at least these cheerleaders who are adorned often in various stages of undress anyway, seemed very casual about nudity. The only real difficult part was Katie sitting in my lap most of the time, a fact that everyone seemed to expect. Apparently, Katie's crush on me, a fact I was blissfully unaware of until this time, was well known by all, and all thought it "cute." I was, however, somewhat unprepared for the sex talk.

Yep. Captive dad, 7 teenage girls, let's talk about sex. As a medical professional, I am used to giving talks about the subject, but I was not expecting it with girls I knew, while naked. Nevertheless, exhibit A and Bs were there in plain site, so why not. I was somewhat surprised at how little some of these girls knew. Therefore, I talked plainly and bluntly. I told them how it happened, where everything went, and what to expect. Hysterical giggling broke out when Katie suggested that we have a demonstration. She immediately volunteered, to catcalls. Someone else suggested that, since Amy spent so much time naked with me in the shower and bath, maybe she could be the moderator. This caused Amy to turn 39 different shades of red. Apparently, she had embarrassed one of the girls somehow in the past, and this was paybacks.

About that time, the phone rang. It was Victoria, telling me she was back in town and would be home in about 20 minutes. Oops. So, all the girls got dressed in jeans and sweatshirts, right? Nope. They put on panties and tee shirts, and sat back down in the living room floor to talk again. That is how they were when Victoria walked in. She looked around, and then smiled at everyone and said, "You didn't need to stop just on my account!" How do women always know what is going on?

Dinner was the four of us together again. I could get used to this. After dinner, Victoria announced her surprise - she was going to Florida next week and her schedule would allow her to take one of the girls. Cindi and Amy immediately pointed at each other.

"Take her!" They declared in unison. I love my girls!

"But it's your turn," Cindi protested.

"No, it's not," Amy declared. "The last one was supposed to be yours, but we both went, and so it's still your turn. Besides, I'm still not feeling well enough for something that intense. You can call me every day and let me know what you did. I know, I know, you get to go to Florida and I just get stuck here with Daddy, but I'll make do somehow!" She smiled brilliantly at me.

"But, Amy..."

"No buts." They were sitting next to each other on the couch. Amy leaned over, whispering into Cindi's ear. "You have saved me twice now; even though you deny involvement at the hospital, I know better. This is a pretty pitiful thank you for that, but at least it is something I can do for you."

Cindi lowered her eyes, looking embarrassed. We wondered what they were whispering about. She smiled shyly. "Thank you, Amy. You are so sweet. I love you." They hugged and kissed. Yep. She did. Cindi, I mean. Cried. Of course. Is the world round? Does a wild bear... never mind.

Once that was decided, the next logical step was announced. There was shopping to do! Of course. Cindi and Victoria headed off to begin the chore. Shopping is a nasty job, but someone has to do it, right?

Amy sat on my lap, facing me, put her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek, and looked into my eyes. I knew what this meant. Serious talk time.

"Daddy? What happened in that hospital room?"

"I don't know, honey. I was kind of hoping you could tell me. What do you remember?"

"I was feeling really bad. I could feel everything fading. I knew I was either losing consciousness or dying, and I was sure I was dying. I vaguely heard Cindi screaming at someone. Then it gets hazy. I had a dream that the room was filled with a deep blue light, and then a deep green light. I could feel you and Mommy, even stronger than ever. Then I woke up and you were all hugging by my bed. I have no idea how much time elapsed during all those events."

Sometimes in retrospect, I could just shoot myself. I had missed clues three times, twice when Amy said Victoria was OK, and once when Cindi said Amy was not OK, that these were not questions. I missed the significance of the clue that Cindi knew Amy was in the hospital. I even missed the significance of the clue during the police officer episode when Amy told Cindi to stop mom but her lips never moved. I forgot about the simultaneous "dream" they had in San Francisco when Victoria was in trouble. Now I missed another one. 'Then I could feel you and Mommy, even stronger than ever.' Later, I would regret for a long time the memory of the pain and anguish Amy would go through because I missed all those clues. Although it would not have affected the ultimate outcome, maybe I could have made it easier on her.

When she said the part about the blue and green light, I felt all the blood rush out of my face, as memories, dreams, or whatever they were flooded into my mind. I am sure I turned pale as a ghost. So, what do you think? Do you think a certifiable genius would notice? Is the world... ?

"Daddy! What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

This earned me an eye roll, an Amy look, and a little frustrated hop up and down on my lap.

"Tell me, Daddy!"

"No, Amy, I will not. I was warned in this dream, or whatever, that I was to tell no one. I do not know what the consequences of breaking that warning might be. I will not risk your health or life!" She did not like it, but she understood.

"Daddy, I know Cindi had something to do with this. The way she looked when I woke up. She will not tell me anything! She just acts innocent. I can't believe she is keeping secrets - not from me!"

"So, you tell me. How did you know about the concoction you asked me to get for Cindi?"

Amy thought for a minute, biting her bottom lip. I love that habit; she is so cute when she does that!

"I don't know. I just knew. Must have read it somewhere."

The next week went by quickly. The evening before they were to leave, Victoria announced she was taking Amy shopping. We were not invited. As she left, she made a point of telling me that they would catch a movie also and would not be home until 11:30 at the earliest. She whispered to me that she would call before they came home.

I was watching TV after they left. Cindi walked over, turned off the TV, sat down on my lap facing me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Sound familiar? It was definitely not the same kiss Amy gave me. As she kissed me, passionately, she reached down and started unbuttoning my shirt. When she had it undone, she ran her hands across my chest.

"So, what's this about a shower you and Amy took that night she was drunk? You never took a shower with ME. I thought you loved me?" She giggled.

"I can't help what you think," I said as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. "Of course, when Amy and I did this, I had to put her in with her clothes on!"

"Daddy, no! You wouldn't dare! Not my sweater! This is my best one. I wore it just for you. Please, Daddy?" She asked in her best little girl voice.

I laughed. "So you wore it just for me, huh? So did Mom tell you about this little shopping trip?"

She blushed. "Well, I'm going to be away from you for a whole week and I'm going to miss you so much and I love you so much, and Mommy knows about us and how I feel and we couldn't do anything with Amy around and I just had to have some time with you before I left and Mommy said..."

I kissed her to shut her up. I did not think I wanted to know what Mommy said. Her acceptance of this whole situation still freaked me out sometimes.

I very slowly took Cindi's clothes off. Then she took mine off. I told her she was deviating from the Amy shower scene. She stuck her tongue out at me and told me to get over it.

I led her through everything Amy did in the shower. I did not fight nearly as much this time, though. I told her I did not want it to be that realistic.

After I carried her into bed, she wanted to try a 69. It was wonderful! She didn't even bite me when she came. I did bite her lightly in an especially sensitive place, but that was intentional. She didn't seem to mind, although she did make a lot of noise when I did it. Afterwards, we made sweet, gentle love, like the spring showers. She really loves that. She cries when we do that. Surprising, huh? Later, she really surprised me. She said she wanted to do anal with me.

"Are you sure, honey?" Knowing how much it had hurt her last time.

"Yes, Daddy. It is the only bad memory I have left. I want you to erase it. Please?"

I laid her on her stomach and put a pillow under her hips. I licked her little clit and pussy, getting her very wet again, and making her cum again. I wanted her really relaxed. I put Vaseline on my cock, and rubbed it on her little hole, pushing it in with my finger. She jerked at first, and sucked her breath in quickly. I waited until she relaxed again. Once I had my finger all the way inside, and had spread the Vaseline around well, I withdrew my finger and snuggled up behind her. I asked her again if she was sure.

"Yes, Daddy. Please," she whimpered.

I started to push up into her little hole. I reached down and rubbed her clit and played with her pussy, to try to keep her relaxed. I was surprised how easily I went all the way in. I knew I was not hurting her, as she was pushing back against me, trying to take it faster. Then I started very slowly, very gently to move in and out of her.

I was surprised that she seemed to enjoy it right from the start. As I thrust in, she pushed back, taking me in all the way. She is the one that stepped up the pace. After a little while, I was thrusting into her as fast as I was in her pussy. She was crying out in ecstasy, whimpering in pleasure.

"Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop. Faster! Oh, that feels so good! I love you!" she cried out, as she exploded into an enormous orgasm. I was not quite ready yet, so I continued to thrust into her. I was really surprised when she came again as I poured myself into her. I collapsed on her and held her until I slipped out. Then I snuggled up to her.

"Thank you," she breathed softly.

She seemed to enjoy it. Anal is not my favorite, but it was fun. We fell asleep, cuddling in each other's arms, and didn't wake up until Victoria called and told me she would be home in 45 minutes. They were stopping at Baskin Robbins after the movie. Amy was tired but happy.

"Victoria... thank you, sweetie. I love you more than you can know."

"Sure I can. It's almost as much as I love you. Have fun sweetie."

I woke up Cindi. When she heard we had 45 minutes, her eyes lit up.

"Oh, goody, time for a quickie and then a shower! Or a quickie in the shower!" We decided on the former. So, we did.

When they got home, Cindi was in bed, "sound asleep", and I was reading. Amy ran over, sat down next to me, cuddled up, and told me all about her evening and the movie, gushing on endlessly. I smiled tolerantly. Victoria smiled impishly.

They left the following day. They would be gone a week. They were to get back the next Saturday. The timing on that day was going to be a little interesting, as the girls both wanted to go to a sleepover at Katie's house (yes, mom and the kids were out of town but she had her mother's permission and there would be good chaperones this time), so I would take Amy there and Victoria would drop off Cindi there on the way home from the airport. I was so excited - a whole night alone with Victoria just back from a trip!

After the incident in the hospital room, Cindi was a changed girl. She was so much more confident in herself. It was as if she now knew that she could do things right, and, even more important, Mommy and Daddy trusted her to do things. We always did; I do not know where she got the idea she was a mess up and we did not trust her. I guess it was just hard being under superwoman Amy's shadow all the time. However, she was so happy, confident, and joyful; it was a pleasure to behold.

On Saturday afternoon, I dropped Amy off just as planned. I went home, waiting for Victoria to get home. I felt as excited as a teenage boy did on a big date. She said she would be home by 5:00. By 5:45, I was a little nervous. When the phone rang at 6:00, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I really hate that damn phone.

"This is Officer Collins of the Highway Patrol. May I speak to Patrick Phillips, please?" We knew John Collins pretty well.

Oh, God, no, not again! Please, no!

"Speaking"

"Sir, your wife and daughter have been involved in an accident. You need to come to the hospital right away."

"Are they OK? How's my wife?"

"I wasn't involved with your wife at the scene, sir. I know she was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I do not know her condition. They did not airlift her, so that may be a good sign. "

"How's my daughter?"

"Sir, you really need to come down to the hospital."

"Damn it, John, don't you do this to me! HOW'S MY DAUGHTER?!?"

He hesitated, and then I heard the break in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Patrick, your daughter did not survive. She was declared dead at the scene. She was killed instantly."

Oh, God, no! Please! Cindi! My brain cried as I sat down abruptly on the chair and dropped the phone.

My Girls Chapter 5

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Chapter 5



To say I was shocked would have been the understatement of the year. Hell, the century. Here I was laying front to front with one of the two cutest 13 year old girls in the whole world, and one I had seen completely naked involved in about every sex act you could imagine, albeit forced. She was kissing me, tongue in my mouth, softly rubbing my chest, as she softly, gently, slowly rubbed my raging hard on and very sensitive balls. I guess I should feel lucky - at least she wasn't sucking me. Oh, and did I forget to mention one other small detail - SHE WAS MY DAUGHTER?!? Oh, and did I mention that she was NAKED?!? Completely?

I slowly broke the kiss, trying to be nonchalant. I knew I had to get her hand out of my underwear, and ver

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y soon, or I was going to be in big trouble. It just felt way too good, raging guilt or not. The problem was, this poor girl had been majorly traumatized by the gang rape she had gone through. If I followed my first instincts and asked her what the FUCK she thought she was doing, she might never recover to lead a normal sex life again.

I reached down slowly, and gently pulled her hand out of my underwear, bringing it slowly up to my mouth, and kissed her fingertips. I knew kissing her fingertips might give her the impression I wanted to go farther (Oh god, did I?), but on the other hand, it would get her hand out of there without embarrassing or upsetting her. Hah! Sometimes we mere mortal adults win out over the brilliant teenagers; she smiled sweetly and did not seem too upset or embarrassed.

She had a nervous little smile on her face, though. She was not sure that she was not in big trouble, and I do not think she knew what she wanted to say next. She obviously had a plan, but I did not know what the hell it was!

Still keeping with the concept of not traumatizing the poor little girl any more than necessary, but also trying not to become the close, intimate friend of a large inmate named Bubba, I looked at Cindi and said:

"Hi." I can be downright wordy and eloquent when I want to be!

"Hi" she said back. Well, she is my daughter and I taught her well about effective, high level communicating!

"So, what's up?" I asked. Oh God! Brilliant! Please do not let her be the smart ass that I just know Amy would not resist being in these circumstances.

Her eyes only twinkled briefly before she had mercy on me, and said, "I couldn't sleep." Giggle.

"Great! Now I can't either".

"I'm sorry," she giggled nervously, sounding anything but.

"No, you're not. So, what's on your mind, honey?"

"Well, Daddy, remember when we talked and you said that a guy who... um... knew what he was... um... doing could make a girl... um... feel... um... things that she didn't want to, and she couldn't stop it and it wasn't her fault and it didn't mean that she was a slut or anything like that cause she really couldn't help it and she really, really tried to stop it but she just couldn't so it really didn't mean anything? Remember?"

I reached over and tickled her sides, making her squeal. "Wow! And you said all that in one breath? Yes, I remember".

"Well, I understood what you said, and I even agreed with it, but it just doesn't feel that way. I still feel dirty and awful. But I figured out why and what to do about it" she said proudly as her face brightened.

God, I hate it when these girls figure something out. It is never good news for me.

"See, it's because I had such a bad experience for my first time, which shouldn't have even happened yet, and I felt so guilty and it was just terrible and it's all I have to remember and I have nothing to compare it to and every time I remember it is just so icky and I just think EWWWW, and so I decided I just need to do it again with someone sweet and wonderful and who will be gentle and make me feel good and make it all right again and who loves me, and then I can just forget about icky and EWWW and just remember wonderful." She just looked at me brightly, nodding her head in agreement, as if she had just discovered the secrets of the universe and it was just so obvious. God, I loved that girl!

I was getting a headache. My only excuse for the next bit of stupidity was that I was still half-asleep and still in shock from feeling my 13-year-old daughter's hand on my cock.

"Cindi, dear, you know I feel that you are too young to be having sex. Just because it was forced on you the first time, doesn't mean you should continue down that road." I could see the sadness starting to take over. "But, on the other hand, I really can't watch over you 24 hours a day, and if you are determined to do this, I guess I can't really stop you." Here comes the aforementioned stupidity. "So, who's the lucky guy you have in mind?"

Hell, do not ask me what I was thinking or where my brain was. Here she is in bed with me, naked, had been kissing me, rubbing my chest, fondling and stroking my balls and cock until I stopped her and she says she wants to have sex with someone who loves her, and I brilliantly ask who she has in mind. Then I am shocked when she says, "It's you, Daddy." At least she did not roll her eyes at me as if I was the biggest dork in the world and say "duh"! There are some things Cindi will pass on that Amy would never be able to resist.

I am not sure how I kept from having a heart attack right there. Running in circles, screaming and shouting in panic sounded good right about then, too. But I kept my cool. This was my little girl's psyche we were dealing with here, and I had to be careful. I smiled sweetly at her, although I am sure the shock must have shown on my face. She DID have my undivided attention now.

"Cindi, that is just so sweet of you to say that, and believe me, I am so touched that you thought of me. But I cannot do that, honey. You are my daughter, not to mention 13 years old. I could never take advantage of you like that. I'm sorry."

Her eyes were instantly tear filled. "Don't you love me enough to do that? Am I not pretty enough? I know I'm not as pretty as Amy, but..."

"Cindi," I interrupted, "This has nothing to do with loving you or how pretty you are or Amy. You know you and Amy and your Mom are the most important things in life to me - I love you more than life itself. In addition, you and Amy are the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. However, it would not be right. In addition, I could get in a lot of trouble. You might think it would help, but it would just hurt you in the end. This isn't the answer, sweetie."

"I knew you would say that" she said sadly. "But it isn't taking advantage of me if I want it and am asking you for it and I promise I would never tell anyone, Daddy, not even Amy, I promise, honest, and we could just do it this one time, just to remove my bad memories, and I promise I would never ask you to do it again if you didn't want to, just this once, and you could even just lay there and I would do all the work so that you wouldn't have to feel guilty, it would be all me and I wouldn't tell anyone not ever, I promise Daddy, I just know this would make me feel so much better and help me so much."

Irrationally, in the middle of this crisis, my first thought was that someone really needed to teach this girl about sentence structure and run-on sentences. How had she ever gotten straight A's in English?

She looked at me with those big, sad, incredible blue eyes. I have never been able to resist that look, and she knew it, but I just had to this time - I could not do this.

"Cindi, I'm sorry, I just can't do this. Please, just drop it and go back to sleep."

"Ok. I love you, Daddy" She smiled shyly, "Can I still sleep here tonight?"

"Yes, you can, but you have to promise me you won't do anything more like you woke me up with. And put your tee shirt and panties back on!"

"Spoilsport", she giggled, as she got dressed, then cuddled up close, laid her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. "Good night, Daddy" she whispered.

Too bad I did not notice at the time what you have undoubtedly already noticed; she did not promise!

About two hours later, I woke up, again to some incredible feelings. Cindi, naked again, was kneeling between my legs. My underwear had somehow been removed. She was softly, gently, slowly rubbing my cock and balls again. She looked up into my eyes with an innocent little smile, looking so happy and proud of herself, and said "Hi, Daddy!"

"Cindi! I thought we agreed that you wouldn't do that any more?!?"

"You agreed, Daddy, I didn't. I didn't promise," she giggled.

"But..."

She reached up and put her finger across my lips. "Oh, Daddy, shut up," she said sweetly.

Then she sucked my cock into her lovely, warm, moist mouth, and I was lost forever.

Continued in chapter 6

My Girls

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It was one of the best summers I could remember for a long time. Even though it was at the expense of her "car accident", we had Victoria home with us for almost three weeks (she still had some "lingering pain" after two weeks!). The issue of the SUV accident was finally behind us. I had worried about that for a long time, without telling anyone. Three men hurt one of Victoria's babies, and two days later, they were dead? Too convenient. Not that I blamed her. I would have done it if she had not. She is probably better at it. However, we will never know now. Sure as little fishies, she isn't going t

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o tell me, if she does not even tell me whom she works for.

Even though Victoria and I had always been close, and had what I would call an ideal marriage, we had grown even closer in the last several months. Even though I had always known it, I was now completely confident that she would do anything for her family. She would always be there when she was really needed and it counted. It was crystal clear, even more so than before, that we were everything to her, the most important thing in her life. I had learned that we could be that, and she could still do her job. The two were not incompatible. I had also put aside the irritation I always felt about her job. She just couldn't tell me, and that was it. Not wouldn't - couldn't. She vowed not to lie to me anymore about anything. If she could not answer, she would just say she could not talk about it, and I vowed I would not pursue it anymore when she said that. I was touched the night she expressed to me how badly she had felt, even not being able to sleep at night, every time she lied to me. I think we loved each other more than we ever had, and that was saying a lot.

Cindi was getting better every day. She was getting more confident, although she was still leery about boys. I think that will continue until she falls in love with one, and finds out they are not all jerks. Probably someone a little older than her, more mature, more sensitive. That is what attracted her to me. One thing I am both happy and sad about - we are slowly phasing out our sexual relationship. Not deliberately, it just doesn't happen as often anymore; it isn't needed as much by her as it once was. We still get together occasionally and we still enjoy it tremendously, but it appears she really did just need it to get her over her bad memories. It just took much more than the one time she planned. I miss her that way - but we have also found that we are so close and love each other so much that just cuddling together on the couch or snuggling in bed is almost as good as sex. I have never been deprived, at least in quality if not in quantity, by my sex life with Victoria. Horniness or deprivation was never the reason for my actions with Cindi, but love and a desperate need on her part. In addition, it is doing wonders for the lingering guilty feeling I have always had. We have made no plans to stop completely, and may never, but it may also just stop all of its own accord. I think Cindi recognizes she is just not ready for a recurrent sexual relationship with anybody - she has come to agree with me that she is just too young.

I had always been a little closer to Amy that Cindi - no, that's not quite right. I was closer in a different way. That is still true, because as Cindi and I have gotten closer this summer, so have Amy and I. I have an even more profound respect and admiration for Amy since her performance during the episode with the cops. There is nothing like someone saving your life to make you trust them completely. Amy has a maturity, understanding, and wisdom well beyond her years, that Victoria, Cindi and I have come to trust explicitly. Yet she still maintains her ability to be a cute, giggly, wiggly 13 year old. She flicks back and forth like flipping a switch when it is needed, and it is obvious immediately when she changes hats. Her capacity to read and understand a situation, adapt to it, and read other peoples emotions and parts in it is uncanny. I sometimes wonder if she can read minds. But then, I decide she can't, or there are times I would be in big trouble!

Both the girls and I still enjoy immensely snuggling together in bed at night. Except for the occasional trysts with Cindi, there is little sexual content there, although there are times I wonder about Amy, but if it is there, neither of us dares to act on it. Somehow, the girls have concocted some kind of system of who is going to snuggle on what night. The nights that they both come in, it is obviously deliberate. There is no hiding of it as if it was wrong - they do it just as often when Victoria is around as not.

The girls are really heavily into cheerleading now, so that means, even more than before, constant presence of cute 13-14 year olds around all the time. They are all enjoyable - the one I enjoy the presence of most is Katie. She is almost as sweet as my girls are. Probably is as sweet, but I always give my girls the first place. She is around quite often, even staying overnight on a regular basis. She and her mother just do not have that much in common, and her mother has five other younger kids to raise, so it isn't really minded that much if she isn't around at home. Although Cindi and Amy are not all that close to her, she really likes Victoria and me, and the feeling is mutual. When I stay up late at night, and she is staying over, she will often come downstairs and snuggle up to me on the couch, or lie on the couch with her head in my lap, and watch TV. Or we will stay up for hours, just talking about anything and everything. Many nights she falls asleep with her head on my lap and I carry her into the spare bedroom to put her in bed. She and the girls are very good about somehow scheduling the time so that there is never a conflict with Katie when Amy or Cindi wants to cuddle or talk. I have never understood how females do that, seemingly without ever talking about it. She hasn't quite gotten to the point of talking about her father yet. The poor girl has been hurt very badly, and since she does not talk about that or her father, I sense they are related. I see some of the same signs in her as what Cindi went through. I hope I am wrong.

One interesting situation occurred over the summer with Amy that I found nerve wracking at the time it occurred about midway through the summer. The cheerleaders decided to host a get-together for all the girls and guys they knew, kind of like an informal party and dance. We really do not let Cindi or Amy formally date yet, but if it is an informal group with chaperones, etc, we will let them go. This one was not at our house, but was hosted at Laura's house, one of the 15-year-old cheerleaders. We debated on letting the girls go, since Laura's parents are not the best chaperones in the world, but we finally figured there would be enough other people there that it should be ok. They're not bad, just not as watchful sometimes as we are about the things teenagers will always try to get away with. We were not worried about our girls - just the idea they could be caught up in something if anything went wrong. Amy was excited about going; Cindi made it clear that she would not be there, for exactly the reasons we had questioned, and because she just was not ready for that much contact with boys yet. She decided to go to Elizabeth's house for the night, where a bunch of girls were gathering whose parents wouldn't let them go to the other gathering.

Amy had an 11:00 PM curfew time to be home. At 11:00 PM, the doorbell rang. Thinking Amy had forgotten her key, I answered the door to find Amy, drunk as a skunk, being held up by Cindi and Elizabeth's college age sister. Cindi quickly asked me to hear out what happened before I got mad and grounded Amy until her 40th birthday. They helped me get her in, and I laid her down on the couch and turned around to hear from the two girls why I should let her live! As I calmed down, I remembered that Amy never drank, did not like the taste of the stuff, so I knew there was some kind of story here. It turns out that someone had spiked one of the bowls of punch, and Amy did not know it. Amy loves punch. By the time anyone figured out what was going on, she could not walk by herself. It would be hard to tell if Amy is drunk till she starts losing motor control, since she's so outgoing in a group and acts drunk half the time anyway. Finally, someone called Cindi pick her up, since nobody dared to bring her home. Cindi said she would stay to take care of her, but I told her to go back to Elizabeth's house. There was no sense in ruining her night; I would take care of Amy.

The first thing I noticed was that she stunk! Sorry, Amy, but it's true. She or someone had spilled various drinks on her clothes, and, yuck, she had also apparently thrown up at least once and did not have her head in the ideal position, if you get my drift. Do you know what happens when you throw up in a toilet bowl with long hair? Sorry, maybe too graphic, huh? I decided the first thing was to get her cleaned up. It was too much for a washcloth and sink - it was in her hair and everything. In the shower you go, little girl. Since she was too unstable to go in alone, it looked like she was going to take a shower with Dad.

A drunk Amy loses all the maturity that people are so impressed with her about and just becomes a constantly giggling 13 year old that says and does bizarre things. Moreover, much to my consternation, she becomes much more interested in sexually oriented subjects. Can you tell this is an embarrassed father trying to talk about his daughter? She found it great fun, as I was holding her up and washing her, to play with the hair on my chest. Of course, this was hilariously funny and necessitated much giggling. Sigh. Then she discovered that if she ran her soapy fingers over my nipples, they would get hard, just like hers. Giggle, giggle, giggle. Lord, give me patience. Good thing I love this girl. Then, did you know that if you kiss Daddy, when he is not expecting it, you can stick your tongue in his mouth and he gasps in shock? That deserved a full fledge laugh. It also rated a slap on the butt for her by me, and a retaliatory turning off the hot water for a few seconds. Little drunk Amys shriek very loud in a cold shower. Hee hee. Then came the worst of all - she discovered that Daddy has a cock and balls (giggle, giggle), that (gasp) gets really big when it gets hard (she's never seen one before, so what does she know about big), as it does really quickly when you put cute soft little Amy hands on his cock and balls and rub them (yep, you guessed it - giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle etc.). I could not believe this! Sweet, innocent little Amy? I was going to have nightmares about this for years to come. I had to get her out of here quick, but it takes time to wash her long hair when she has vomit in it. I slapped her hands and told her to behave. Oh boy, telling a drunk Amy she can't have something she thinks is fun to play with. Not good even when she is sober, useless when she is drunk. Victoria! There are times when I hate your job! This should be you doing this.

I finally got her out. Then we had more fun. Drying off a drunk Amy. Oh goody! Since I am drying off her hair and upper body with both my hands, well of course that means she can play with Daddy's privates again, since he has no hands to stop her, right? That's the way things go in Amy's (drunk) world. Then, when I moved my hands down to her lower body to dry her, that means if you are Amy you are free to throw your hands around Daddy's neck and try that tongue kissing thing again. Finally, I said the hell with drying her, she can just sleep on wet sheets, so I picked her up and carried her into bed, laid her down, covered her up, kissed her cheek, moving fast before she decided to do the tongue thing again, and started to leave the room.

"Daddy? Would you sleep with me? I want to cuddle, I can't go to sleep."

Damn. How do you know? You have only tried for 7 seconds! Did I say she was my favorite? I think she just slipped two points below the jerk, cop #1! Just kidding.

I crawled into bed and snuggled up behind her, with my arm around her waist. Go to sleep, Amy.

Then, after a few minutes, she started crying.

"Amy, what's wrong?"

"Why did they do all those awful things to Cindi, Daddy? It was terrible. And she saved me, Daddy. She let them do it to save me. Why did she do that, Daddy? It wasn't fair. She is so sweet and never was mean to anyone and they made her do those awful things, and it hurt her so much. And it was all because of me. I tease her all the time and called her a bitch when she was hurting so bad and I did not even know she sucked cocks to save me. How can I ever make that up to her?" she sobbed.

"Amy, honey, did you watch that movie when you found it?"

"Y... y... yes. Please don't be mad at me." Damn. Why did I forget about that thing? I wish I had remembered to throw it out like I meant to.

"Honey, she did those things because she loves you. I think you would have done the same for her if you had to. They did it because they were bad boys. And they paid the price for it. You make it up to Cindi by loving her, and being nice to her, just as you always do. Honey, Cindi likes your teasing, just as we all do. Her fun is in not letting you know that."

"Daddy, will you make love to me tonight?"

"No, honey, I won't. You're drunk, and you don't know what you are asking."

"Daddy, did Mommy kill those boys, because they hurt one of her babies?"

Before I could answer, I heard her snoring gently. "I don't know, Amy" I lied, whispering, and got up and went into the living room.

The next day was Saturday, so, fortunately, Amy could sleep late. She slept so late that she missed cheerleader practice for the first time in her life. Cindi went anyway. She woke up a little after noon, and came looking for me. Since I had given up on drying her off, she had slept in wet hair, and it was frightful looking, sticking out everywhere. When she came into the room, I took one look at her, and screamed "Monster, Monster!" and jumped behind the couch, peering out around the edge. She did not think it was funny at all. She gave me a dirty look and said "Very funny, DAD!"

I asked her how she was feeling. I will not repeat her answer. Amazing how she can give a non-repeatable answer and not say a single bad word. Then she climbed up into my lap, and hid her face in my shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I'm so embarrassed."

"You didn't know the punch was spiked, honey."

"I don't mean for that. I mean for last night in the shower, and in bed." She was red now. "I'm sorry for the things I said and did, Daddy".

"It's ok, sweetie. Everybody does embarrassing things when they are drunk. Remember that."

She hid her head in my neck, looking the other way in acute embarrassment.

"Daddy, did I really ask you to make love to me last night?" She whispered softly.

I moved her head, holding it between my hands, and made her look at me.

"Amy, you and your Mom are the two most beautiful women I know. If I were 20 years younger and not your dad, I would have been proud last night to be the first one to make love to you. Make that just not being your Dad. I wouldn't care about the age difference."

I must have said something right, because she just beamed, lighting up the whole room. Then the true Amy came back. She grinned at me.

"Who said you would have been my first?"

Brat! She said it just as I was drinking, and I spit my drink all over the place. She laughed hysterically.

"You are just too easy!" I tickled her until her head hurt. Serves her right. Suddenly I was embarrassed. That does not happen often with me.

"Would I... would I have been your first?" I asked quietly. Why are you asking this? Do you really want to know?

She looked at me shyly for a second, then reached out and touched my cheek softly. "Poor Daddy. Its hard being a parent, isn't it? Especially to a smart-assed, genius kid like me." She smiled at me sweetly. "You know me, Daddy. You already know the answer to that. Yes, it is the answer you are hoping for. But thank you for asking. I love you, Daddy."

Of course, my little smart-assed genius kid always has to have the last laugh. She grinned impishly.

"But, of course, the day is yet young! And you may not know me as well as you think you do!" Snot. I tickled her until she cried for mercy.

Amy spent the entire day cuddled on the couch with me. Snuggling, or lying with her head on my lap, dozing. Just about every position she could think of to try to get comfortable. It was a nice day. I bet she has learned her lesson about drinking. Poor little thing. It was a wonderful day, one of the best I'd had. She did get sick one more time during the day. You do not realize how much you love someone, or how much he or she trusts and loves you, until you hold their head, holding their hair out of the way, while they puke their guts out. Afterwards, she lay on my lap, sighing contentedly and dozing as I softly rubbed her stomach, then her temples, trying to make her feel better. The smiles she lit up the room with as I stroked her were well worth holding her head while she puked. I did not even ask what the impish little grin was about. I did not think I wanted to know! I wondered if it had anything to do with the soft, gentle trailing of my fingertips up the inside of her leg. Once. I did not dare do it again. Amy slept with me that night. I don't think either of us moved or stopped cuddling all night long.

Sunday, Amy stayed home from practice again. When Cindi told me she was going alone again, I went in to check on Amy again. She said she still felt "yucky". I love these scientific terms, just loaded with hard data that makes it all clear what she means. She threw up again, and seemed to have a mild fever, and felt weak all over. Hmm. Seemed to be more than a hangover. Monday I offered to stay home with her, as she was still sick; had a sore throat now, too, but she said to go on, she would be fine. I called her several times during the day; she said she was ok, but it wasn't the perky Amy I normally talk to. I called her just before I left for home, but she did not answer. Asleep, I guess.

When I got home, I went to see how she was, not wanting to call out and disturb her if she was asleep. I found her on her bed, lying on her back, she and the bed soaked in sweat. She was tossing fitfully in her sleep, mumbling incoherently. I went in and touched her forehead. She was burning up. I thought I would change her out of her sweaty nightclothes; see if I could make her more comfortable. When I unbuttoned her top, and opened it up to take it off, I saw the red rash on her chest and stomach, and my blood ran cold. I checked her pulse - rapid and thready. Respiration shallow. This was not good. I quickly got a cold washrag and put it on her forehead, then went into the living room and dialed the emergency room at the hospital. Because they knew who I am, I would get better service by calling the ED rather than 911. When they answered the emergency line, I identified myself.

"I need an ambulance immediately, this is a medical emergency. I have a case of suspected severe systemic septicemia. Please hurry." I gave them my address; they said one would be there in less than five minutes and they would notify the doctors that we were coming in.

I then called Rebecca's house, and asked her mom to take Cindi over to her house when she picked her and Rebecca up after practice. I would call her later. She could tell by my voice that something was wrong, but she could also tell that now was not the time to ask.

Almost immediately after I hung up, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics looked at her, stuck a thermometer in her mouth, started an IV, and moved her to the ambulance. We were at the hospital in five minutes.

Hospital emergency rooms are not designed for the comfort of visitors. They are designed for treating patients. They are variably effective at that. However, they are really designed to treat critically ill patients, and when that patient is a particularly well liked child of a staff member, they excel beyond all expectations. They wheeled her in, checked her vital signs, and immediately carted her off to MICU. I did not even know she had gone upstairs, until I was finished talking to the ER staff.

"Can I see her now?" I asked.

"I'm sorry; she has been moved to MICU already." She gave me the doctor's name.

When I got up to the ICU, I looked up the doctor.

"How is she?"

"We will know better once we have some test results back. We started her on some wide spectrum antibiotics and some medicines to try to stabilize her heartbeat, blood pressure and respiration, and are trying to bring her fever down a little. She's a very sick girl." I asked to see her chart He showed me what they had so far, and I'm sure my face must have turned pale.

"Are you all right?"

"Can I see her?"

"Yes. Try to stay out of the way. I can't guarantee she will know you are there, though."

I went in to see her. She looked awful. She had IV's in both arms, monitors hooked up everywhere, and I could tell they would soon be putting her on a ventilator. I went over to her bed, took her hand, and held it.

She squeezed my hand! I bent down, and kissed her forehead, and she opened her eyes.

"Hi Daddy," she said weakly. "I'm sorry I am so much trouble and scared you. You know me, I will do anything for attention and to get out of school, "she teased.

"Bah! You'll have to try harder than that to get my attention," I said bravely. "A little touch of the flu, you'll be back home tomorrow."

"Liar," she whispered. "Have you called Mommy yet? You had better get her here. Cindi too." The nurse appeared and said she needed to put the ventilator mask on. "I love you, Daddy," she breathed.

"I love you too, Sweetie", I said, and left the room.

I went out into the waiting room, and then went to the nursing station. I asked to use a phone. One of the nurses, looked up, recognized me, took one look at my face, and led me to the nurses' private room. She asked the two nurses in there to please go use the conference room, set a phone in front of me, told me to buzz her if I needed anything, and left, shutting the door. I put my head down, wiped a few tears out of my eyes, and made a phone call. Then I called Victoria.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Hi!" She said happily. "This is a pleasant surprise! How are you?"

"Ok."

Pause. "What's wrong?" she asked concern in her voice.

"Amy's sick"

"Is she ok?"

"Victoria, you need to come home right now. Immediately."

She did not ask unnecessary questions. "I don't know how soon I can get a flight out of here."

"Don't worry about that. Where are you?" She told me where she was staying. Good. Right where I thought she would be. I already knew, without looking that up, where the nearest base was.

"There is a helicopter waiting at the hospital across the street from you. Go to the Emergency room, and ask for the director. Identify yourself. They will fly you to the base outside town. When you get there, identify yourself to Captain Jensen. He will meet you at the pad. They have a jet waiting for you. Do not bring any luggage with you; there will not be room for anything else. There will be a helicopter waiting at the Base here for you, to bring you to the hospital. Oh, and Victoria, if you have eaten, better ask for an airsick bag if you get sick on high speed military jets."

"Honey - what's going on? You're scaring me." The tremor in her voice verified that.

"Just get here, Victoria. Get going now. We will talk when you get here," I said, my voice breaking.

"Bye. I love you," she said, and hung up.

Next, I called Rebecca's house. Cindi answered the phone on the first ring.

"Daddy" she said, as soon as she knew it was me. "What's wrong with Amy? She is not home, and you are not home. She's sick and in the hospital, isn't she?" She sounded really upset.

"Cindi, how do you know Amy is sick and in the hospital?"

"I can just feel it. Rebecca's mom will drive me down there. Amy wants to see me and I want to see her, too". She sounded like she would be crying any minute.

"Honey, why don't you get a good night's sleep, and I will pick you up in the morning and bring you down here to see her".

"No! I am coming tonight. Daddy, she's not ok," she whispered. "I'll be there as soon as I can," she said and she hung up. I sat there listening to a dial tone. What a strange conversation.

I went in and checked on Amy again. She squeezed my hand when I held hers, but could not talk well because of the ventilator. She looked scared. I squeezed her hand and told her I loved her. She smiled and looked a little better. I just sat there with her for about an hour, holding her hand and talking to her. About an hour and a half after I talked to Victoria, I heard what sounded like a sonic boom. Amy opened her eyes and looked up at me. Victoria's here, I thought.

"That's Mommy. She'll be here in a few minutes." Amy smiled and mouthed thank you. I told her Cindi should be here shortly, too. She smiled more at that.

About 15 minutes later, I saw Victoria and Cindi walk into the ICU. They had apparently seen each other in the lobby as they walked in. I went out to meet them. A nurse was moving to intercept them, probably to tell Victoria that Cindi could not come in to visit - there were minimum age restrictions in the ICU. She was a new nurse that did not know any of us. I walked up to her to try to head off a scene. I really did not want someone telling Victoria she could not bring Cindi in. The way Cindi looked, I was not sure who would explode first.

"It's ok. She can come in. She's her twin sister."

"I'm sorry, but..."

"We're going in", I interrupted her. "Go get the hospital administrator. If he wants to throw her out, tell him to come see me." We turned around and walked towards Amy's room. Victoria looked at me with a strange look on her face.

"I've never been in an F-15, flying on afterburners across the country before. In flight refueling is a little scary".

I ignored her, and took them in to see Amy. They ran up to her, and hugged and kissed. Cindi looked briefly shocked at how Amy looked, and then she blanked her facial expression. The nurse said she would take off the ventilator mask for a while, and put a nose clip on instead.

Amy smiled weakly at Cindi.

"It's ok, I know I look terrible."

They all hugged, cried and kissed for a while, and then the doctor and nurse came in.

"I have the test results. Let's go somewhere where we can talk."

"No. I want to hear what you have to say," Amy said.

"I'm staying too," said Cindi. The doctor looked at Victoria and I, and we just shrugged. We were going to tell them what he said, anyway.

"And tell it to me straight; I don't want any BS. I understand your jargon," Amy stated emphatically.

"Ok", he sighed. "Your daughter is a very critically ill girl. She has a systemic infection throughout her whole body. So far, the antibiotics have not made much headway. It may be viral, in which case the antibiotics are not going to do any good anyway. There are signs the infection may be starting to affect many of her organs. Her blood pressure is beginning to fluctuate, her urine output is dropping, and her liver enzymes are showing a mild increase, along with her heart enzymes. If we cannot get it under control, her organs will begin to shut down. We will know more in the next 12 hours. We can do little else. If we don't get some improvement in the next 12 hours, the chances of survival are not good."

Well, she wanted it straight. Cindi and Victoria look like they were in shock. I was marginally better, but only because I knew this was what I was going to hear. Amy, surprisingly, looked calmer than she was before.

"What is causing this?" Victoria asked.

"About one in a million times, a relatively harmless virus, influenza or a cold virus, something like that, suddenly goes out of control. We don't know why it happens." As we talked, Amy seemed to drift off to sleep. I looked at the monitors and realized she was probably unconscious. I could see the nurse and doctor recognized it too.

"That's it?" Cindi finally exploded. "All this modern medicine and drugs, and you're telling us that you can't do anything and unless something changes all by itself, she is going to die?" She was yelling now, tears pouring down her face. "That's it?"

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry, my ass! If you cannot do anything, then get the fuck out of here! Both of you! GET OUT! NOW!" she screamed.

"Cindi!" I started. Victoria tried to hug her, but she refused to be held. She just looked at the doctor and nurse, and pointed her finger at the door. They stood there, stunned, and when they didn't move, she shoved them towards the door. "GET OUT!" she screamed again.

"I think maybe we should leave for awhile. We will be back later." They headed for the door.

Victoria and I stood there, in shock. At Amy's prognosis. At Cindi's outburst. At everything. We were openly crying ourselves. Amy was fortunately oblivious to it all.

Cindi walked over to us, and held our hands in hers.

"Mom? Dad? Do you love me?" she whispered.