"That’s probably the worst part of it," she hissed, "everyone fucking knows. Everyone. My mother. My grandmother. My uncles, some of my cousins. The principal knows. Most of the teachers know. Everyone looks at me so funny. I’m constantly under a microscope."

"Tami, are you seeing a counselor?"

"When we can afford it. Mom doesn’t have a job right now."

"Shit."

"Shit what?"

"Just shit that it happened to you like that. Just shit. That’s all." I was outraged.

"Well I didn’t tell you because I wanted you to get all concerned," she said, keeping her voice low to calm me down. "I thought you were my friend, Marla. I told you because I thought you cared about me and would want to know."

"I do. Thanks."

Tami was 18, but she was still finishing high school. Couldn’t blame her, I guess. If my father was banging me at night when my mom left for work...I don’t know if I’d be staying on top of my homework so well either.

Tami was a worrier. She already drank two or three cups of black coffee a day and she smoked. She somehow had a steady boyfriend, and she’d just moved here. Sometimes the girls that move into these small towns...well...no one notices them for awhile. Especially in high school. But Tami had a sweet way to her. And a nice, compact little body. If anything, she was too thin.

If she couldn’t stand men because of what her father’d done, how come she already had a boyfriend?

I couldn’t wait to ask more about it. I mulled it over for days. I imagined her father being some sort of dark, icky guy, like Louie in the TV sit-com Taxi. I imagined him coming into the room... he must have been drunk or something. Fucking your daughter just wasn’t normal. That just wasn’t okay. My father would never. Never.

But I’d never really thought about it. And when I did, I couldn’t really picture my DAD. Maybe my uncle. Uncle Jimmie was the cutest and he was only eleven years older than I was. But my dad? Never.

When I couldn’t sleep at night, I thought about how that must have been for Tami. I thought about just sitting in my room, finishing my homework, or reading, or trying to exercise, and whoops!–the door just swung open. I couldn’t imagine my dad come walking in-- me on my beanbag chair--and him whipping out his dick. "I need you to suck me off, Kiddo."

Blech! Blech! Blech! How fucking desperate. How pathetic! I mean, show some fucking self- control. But maybe I didn’t understand.

I was dying to ask more questions. I asked Tami to come over one Friday after school, and I waited until the house was empty.

"Tami, how old were you when it started?"

"Well it really didn’t start just on one certain day. It was over a period of time. I realize now, he was setting it up for awhile. You understand? He orchestrated it."

"What do you mean?"

"He waited till I got my period. He waited till I had a steady boyfriend. He thought David and I were already doing a little messing around. He used that as collateral."

"Didn’t you get along with your Mom? How come you couldn’t tell her?"

"No, I don’t really get along with my mom. She was constantly on my case. My dad always took up for me. I needed him in my court. Otherwise, Mom would have me doing a bunch of housework, I was constantly on restriction for the smallest little thing, and I never had any money. Dad would intervene."

"Do you think your mom knew? Even subconsciously?"

Tami shrugged. Her forehead had a permanent wrinkle. "I doubt it. But it’s like she did finally find out, when she found out the truth, well she was pissed. And she was pissed at me."

"At you?" I was amazed. "But you didn’t do anything. You were a victim. If he orchestrated things to make it happen, then you didn’t have a chance. You’re the kid. He’s the adult. He’s supposed to have your best interests at heart."

"Marla, I think he did think he had my best interests at heart. He was...he was... like training me."

"Training you?"

"Yah. He would come in and he’d be all interested in whatever I was doing. A permanent fan. He’d sit on the edge of my bed. I have a lot of stomach problems, and he’d get me a heating pad, or he’d help me make sure I got through my homework. But he’d have these little ‘lessons’ that he’d want me to know about. He was trying to train me to be a good... Oh I can’t explain."

Tami didn’t want to talk about it. Of course she didn’t want to talk about it, but I couldn’t leave it alone. My mind strayed to possible scenarios constantly. If she wasn’t going to tell me the torrid details, my imagination would fill in the blanks.

I was sanding down my dresser. I wanted to refinish it, paint it blue and black, so it would match my bedspread when I went to college next year. It gave me hours of time to think and kept me busy. My mind was constantly in the gutter, trying to imagine some of the things Tami had explained. She said her father was trying to train her. Train her how?

I imagined Tami in her room, trying to finish an English assignment, and in walks her dad. For some reason, I pictured him with a lot of body hair, a hairy chest, a beard, and thick hair on his arms. Or maybe he was as lean as Tami. Then he’d be all skinny, but if he got wet, his hair would just fluff all out after it dried and he’d look like some kind of dark leprechaun. With a dick. With a dick with an attitude. He obviously had some kind of mission. Maybe Tami’s mom didn’t put out. Then he felt justified in going to Tami. After all, she said he waited till she was mature, and having her period. That showed some patience.

What would that be like to have him use her intimacy with the boyfriend as leverage? Her dad would walk in, say "I understand that you and David are getting a little too close. Is he fucking you??"

"No, Daddy, of course not."

"How far have you gotten? I need to know. You’re my daughter. I’m worried about you."

"All he’s done, Daddy, is some kissing."

"Are you sure that’s all?"

"Well one time, I let David feel my breasts."

I could imagine Tami’s dad start getting a boner just thinking about David feeling on his daughter’s small breasts.

"What else?"

And Tami’s dad would bait her, listening for her sins. Listening to how experienced she might be getting. Waiting for his moment to spring on her.

Maybe in those years while he waited for the conditions to be right, he would go stand by her bed while she slept in the dead of night... "One day, Baby...One day you’ll be right. You’ll be ready." And he would jack off into her hair. When she woke up in the morning, her hair would be all stuck together and she would worry that she drooled in her sleep.

Wow. If you start peeling back the layers, it got very complicated very fast. She said her daddy was trying to train her. What did that entail?

Tami’s dad would come into the room. She was feeling sick, and held the hot water bottle to her tummy. He started rubbing her shoulders. "Oh Honey, let me unbutton your shirt. You must be so uncomfortable..." and the rubbing on the shoulders would ease around to her waist. He’d be behind her, getting hard, wanting to keep her facing the other way not to see it. Or maybe turning her and hoping she’d notice.

"Oh Daddy," she’d say, "what’s that?"

And then he’d say, "Oh Baby, if you’re sick, maybe I can get your nightgown and you can just go to bed." He’d hand her a shortie nightgown and step out of the room while she changed, maybe leaving the door ajar, and trying to see in. Trying to catch the sight of her pretty ass, her pussy with just a brush of color across it. Then he’d come back in, and this time when he started rubbing her shoulders, he’d edge down and start rubbing the muscles in her ass cheeks, rubbing her thighs. "Oh Baby, just get a little more comfortable. Can you roll over?"

And the bottle of lotion would get squeezed on her belly, where it was sore, and he’d massage her cramps, then up a little, up a little more, across her breasts. He’d stroke and rub those pretty little breasts and then back across her stomach to her pubic bone, and see her pubes jutting out from the elastic on her panties. And he’d shift himself on the bed beside her, trying to keep his erection at bay. Did he think it was wrong? Or did he feel justified? He’d brought her into the world, and it must have totally fucked him up to imagine some young boy opening those trim thighs and breaking her hymen. He wanted to do it himself! He wanted to be the one.

So how did she put it? He started training her. The massages, well they must have wandered lower and lower. "Honey, I just want to teach you to feel good. I just want you to understand your body...let me show you something special. Let me show you something about your pretty pussy. You want to let David touch you? Well, Baby, let me show you something you need to know about yourself..."

And there in the dark, while her mother’s away at work and her brother was asleep, he started showing her little tricks. He had to train her that this was okay. That this would be their little secret. "Let me show you what a man looks like, Honey." And he’d take his penis out. "You want to touch it a little? You want to see what it looks like when it’s hard? Want to make it grow?"

What would the lessons be like? "Oh Tami, this week, I want you to learn to stroke my dick better. I want to teach you to hold a plug in your ass. That’s a good girl," he’d say. "Oh yes, that’s a good, sweet girl."

Then when she wanted something, "Oh Daddy, would you get me that stereo?" How could he refuse? Fuck. I’d never thought of that. I never thought of the power she’d have. I mean, how could her mother make her do anything? After all, Tami knew first hand that her mom didn’t cut the mustard, at least not when it came to fucking her daddy. Tami was the one he wanted. Tami was the one he came to at night. Tami’s was the pussy that he licked and the face that he imagined sucking on his cock. And anytime she wanted to, Tami could lord that over her mother. Shit.

I finished sanding my dresser when I realized how much power there had to be to be fucking your father and having it be the big dark, dirty secret that no one would face, and using it for getting whatever you wanted. If your mom said no, you could wear your daddy down. It would eventually happen.

What a thought. I tried to imagine my father, standing by my bed, urging me to suck his cock, maybe even holding my head to help "train" me to get the pace right. The way he liked it. I went to the closet to get the vacuum. I put on the small attachment brush and started the motor. I stooped over and the hose started picking up the dust and residue.

Thinking about Tami and her daddy was turning me on! I mean, I was celibate, I hardly ever masturbated, because it just didn’t seem right to do it all by myself. But in comparison, Tami was a mature, knowledgeable lover. He must have lain between her legs and showed her how it felt to have her cunt licked and slathered. Her daddy must have showed her different positions. Maybe she even learned how to cum!

I wanted some of that. I put the vacuum hose to my pussy and felt the suction through my jeans. I sat on a stool and parted my legs. The nozzle sucked and sucked on my pussy through my clothes. I could feel a rush from the vibrations and the suction, but the loud whirr of the motor distracted me from enjoying the full sensation. I should learn how to masturbate better. I should teach myself how to cum.

Would Tami teach me? I thought about that for a moment, but no. She was obviously very bitter. Her experience broke her family up. Everyone had to move. Her mom was up here, unemployed and desperate. Her dad was somewhere in L.A., maybe sending money. Maybe calling. Maybe trying to convince them to come back home.

I turned off the vacuum. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I took off my pants and I peed into the toilet. What if her father used to follow Tami into the bathroom to "train" her a better way to pee? A way to build her muscles, so she’d be a better fuck? I imagined him standing by the toilet with a stopwatch. "Okay, Honey. Go. Stop. Go. Stop. Hold it five seconds. Hold it ten. Good job Honey. Let me watch you pee." Maybe he even wanted her to pee on him. Maybe he wanted her to piss in his drunk, hairy mouth? And he’d lay there in the bathtub, with her squatting above his face, squirting on his tongue, with his hand on his rock hard dick, stroking it. "Watch daddy, Baby. Watch daddy cum!" No privacy in that house.

Gee. Tami knew what her father looked like when he came. She knew what he sounded like when he shot his load into her tight virgin pussy. She knew what positions he preferred. Had he let her sit on him and ride his cock? Or were their liaisons all done in the dark of night, with the covers pulled over his back and the bed barely squeaking? "Oh, oh, oh, oh..."

And what if Tami liked it? I mean, really. I thought about all those things he must have done to her, massaging her breasts, rubbing her pussy, those were all things that gave me pleasure. Why wouldn’t they give her pleasure? Even if she wanted to think about her boyfriend during the experiences, wouldn’t it still feel good? What if her daddy wasn’t a gross dark leprechaun, but instead had rock hard pecs and was all tanned from working outside all day and he came into her room after showering and all he wanted her to do was to love the way he touched her? What if every stroke was a stroke of passion, a flick of a tongue seeking the right place? What if her daddy was oh-so gentle sticking it in that very first time, so gentle, that it didn’t even hurt? Then when they got to be more seasoned, there were rapid fuck sessions in the bathroom, the door locked while Tami’s brother played Nintendo in the TV room. No hiding your sexuality from your parents, well at least not your father. No hiding in your room, trying to muffle your moaning when you try to find the right spot, try to hit it right, so you can finally cum.

And if the homework didn’t get completed on time, what’s he gonna say? Oh but Daddy, you remember that night, don’t you? You were the reason I didn’t study...You were up to your balls in my cunt. Doggy style. Dontcha remember? And oh, you don’t want me to tell Mother, now do you? So just sign my report and I’ll take it back to school. Mama doesn’t need to know.

Oh the power.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I ran water into the tub and undressed. I settled in, the water shifted back and forth, lapping at my pussy, licking at my boobies. I wanted a little of that freedom to be sexual. "Ah hell, Dad, can you blame me for wanting a good ass fucking? You made me this way."

At least at my house, everything was private. Everyone was quiet. I sometimes heard the bed squeak a little in their room, but it never lasted long. Fucking had to last longer than that, didn’t it? Maybe my parents screwed in the daytime while I was at school. Sometimes they were both home when I got home. Maybe that’s what they were up to.

I gulped air and ducked completely under water. My hair floated around my head like seaweed. My breasts felt all funny, supported by the water–like they didn’t know how to react to gravity. I scooted down as close to the faucet as possible, my knees up and I directed the water so it cascaded on my pussy. I closed my eyes and let the sensations happen. What if my daddy was there, guiding me through those feelings? "Just let it happen," he’d say in his patient way, "We’ve got all the time in the world."

It would be a lot different learning how to be your daddy’s lover. A lot different from the tussle in the backseat of the Pontiac, thinking, "Hurry, hurry, hurry, I’m gonna miss curfew." What if Tami’s daddy sometimes slept in her bed? Or she in his? And maybe there were times when she came to him and said, "Oh Daddy, let me show you what I learned. I’ve been holding this butt plug in my ass all afternoon, waiting for you to come home. Want to take it out?" And daddy could ease the plug out of her tight, sweet, obedient ass, and then have her suck him wet, then glide his dick into her bum. No one any wiser. She wouldn’t even have to try to get away with sex on her dates, she could save it all for daddy. Especially if he was coming into her room a couple times a week. And oh, if she did have sex with her boyfriend, David, and her daddy came in after their date and she was all sloppy from David’s cum, would her Daddy get mad, or just get off thinking of that young man, being so mistaken that he had exclusive use of that cunt?

Christ. What would it be like to have sex a couple times a week? Fuck. What sweet relief. I would be lucky to pull it off a couple times a year. Boys at this age were so unpredictable, and I wasn’t on their "cheerleader and whore" list of girls they wanted to notch on their belts. I was more of a quiet type, who finished her book reports and helped in the cafeteria. Mom said boys would never appreciate me at this age.

But Daddy would. As I lay there, the water up around my ears, I could well imagine how tender my daddy would be if he decided to teach me how to make love. How he would hold his big cock, trying to insert it carefully in my mouth, so I could learn to glide up and down it with my mouth. He’d teach me how to hold my mouth to make sure my teeth didn’t rake against the shaft. He would tell me how hard to suck so it’d be nice for him, not just grunt like a boy my age. He’d let me learn at my pace. He’d leave an extra twenty on my dresser if I needed to buy a new blouse for school. And we’d both make sure Mom never knew. Never.

My fingers found my clit, and I started rubbing it, arching up a little so it wasn’t underwater, all waterlogged. I liked it moist, but not soaking. If I was Tami, I wouldn’t even have to jack off. I’d just wait till dark, and my Dad would come in, all willing, all ready, and I would show him how good I could be. "Oh there you are. I was hoping you weren’t too tired. Can you show me again how to ride you on top? I was practicing my squats and want to see if I can last longer this time."

Wow.

I soaked in the tub awhile, playing with my pussy. I was really turned on, but not turned on by the thought of masturbating, which I didn’t usually find all that satisfying. I was turned on by the thought of hot, forbidden penetration. I was hot with the thought of having my father open my thighs, check to make sure I was just wet enough, just the way I liked it, and glide his rock hard dick inside my vagina. I liked the thought that he’d created that pussy, that he’d sent the X chromosome to my mother’s egg so I would be a girl. He’d made it. Maybe he’d break it.

I decided to find out.

"You’ll find out."

He pulled the sleeper berth restraint across my naked body. I’d fallen asleep without it. It was constructed from two thick nylon straps and a series of nylon ropes tied into a net. Why was he covering me with the restraint? The restraint covered a person’s abdomen so that in the case of a rollover, the driver in the bed wouldn’t fly around in the truck. But the truck was no longer moving. Nick took my left hand and started tying it with a two inch strip of bright fabric. He tied my hand firmly to the seatbelt net. He was tying me up!

"Before you start something," I said, "I have to pee."

"Good." He said, his voice thick with lust. He finished tying my hand, holding it tightly. I knew he didn’t want me to move.

"I’m not kidding. I have to pee."

"If you need to use that mouth of yours, use it for this," and he rolled on top of me and stuck his dick in my mouth. In other words, Shut up. I started sucking.

"That’s better."

It was a warm night, and I had gone to sleep naked on top of the comforter. Blood rushed into his cock, and he was quickly his full seven inches. He bent forward over me and used another strip of fabric to tie my right knee to the side of the seatbelt attachment. I sucked contentedly on his nice, rigid cock.

"You tying me up?" I asked in a rather muffled way around the stiffness of his cock.

It sounded more like "Uh ew eyiy ee uh?"

"Suck it." He slapped my pussy lightly where it glistened when he spread my legs.

I grunted. He thrust his dick down my throat a little farther. He was going to play rough! This should be interesting. I stroked him with my right hand as he jammed his length inside my mouth. I still felt groggy. But Nick was pushing me straight into very physical, energetic sex... I hoped I was in a good enough mood.

He tied my left knee to the frame of the bed. He laced the fabric carefully around it, going criss cross down to my ankles. When he finished, I couldn’t move my legs at all; he had tied them wide open. Spread eagle. He had an amazing view of my pussy. The seatbelt restraint held me down from my belly button to my neck. Except for my right hand, I couldn’t move. He started jamming on my clit.

"I have to pee, Nick." I insisted, coming off of his cock just enough to talk.

"Don’t you do it yet." He slapped me again, right on my pussy. "You get back to work-- taking care of my cock."

I heard the ping of our microwave. Nick pulled off me to stand and get something out. "Do not talk," he warned, "and you can use that hand of yours to rub that clit."

He stood by the bed until I obediently started rubbing myself with my free hand. He took one last strip of the fabric and wrapped it twice around my head, covering my eyes. Wow. He’d never tried anything like this before. Tying me up and telling me what to do. If I didn’t need to go to the bathroom so badly, this might even be a thrill! I closed my eyes under the blindfold and kept rubbing, rubbing my clit. I really did need to piss, so it was intense, in a semi-uncomfortable way.

I heard him moving, collecting things. The microwave door opened and shut. I felt my hand being moved away from my lap and he tied it to the edge of the bed. I started to say something but his dick nudged its way back inside my mouth. I held it there, sucking lightly, curious and sightless, straining to figure out what he was doing.

Down between my legs, he laid some steaming hot towels. I jerked, somewhat startled by the sudden heat, but they weren’t too warm. He clinked something against the side of a dish, and then I smelled shaving cream. He rocked his dick in and out of my mouth, then stopped with it jammed in deep, and started to shave my pussy.

I paused, delighting in the warmth of the towels and the smooth stroke of the razor. He placed dry towels underneath me. I felt the trickle of liquid as he doused me with a quarter cup of water to rinse away some fine hairs. It was a good thing I kept plastic sheeting on the bed. I’d shaved probably a week ago, but we had been driving like mad, and I didn’t take the time every time to keep up on it when we stopped for quick showers along the road. He was sudsing and stroking. It was going to feel baby smooth when he finished. He stroked the skin lightly with his fingertip.

"Still need to pee?"

I nodded.

"Don’t do it yet." He said, carefully wiping the last of the shaving cream off my labia. "That feel better now?"

I nodded. Did he want me to piss right here on the bunk?

"Good. Get back to work sucking my dick. I’m going to go ahead and tell you what I want you to do, so you better listen. Don’t squirt me until I tell you to. You understand?"

I nodded. I was entirely tied and blindfolded, and gagged by the sheer size of him. I was going nowhere until he said I could. I certainly wasn’t going to be able to stand and move away to relieve myself. I was thrilled that he wanted to issue me orders, and hoped I could hold it long enough for his game. He started rubbing my newly shaved pussy again, this time with his tongue. He darted it full force at my clit, and then dragged the width of his tongue across the pee hole where I ached to release, and darted it inside my vagina. I tried to relax into it, tried to think of something else. It was kind of a catch twenty two. If I thought about where he was spending his energy, I needed to piss. If I wanted to enjoy what he was doing, I needed to think about where he was spending his time. Right where I needed to piss. But he told me not to.

Wow. This was almost too intense.

I got busy playing my tongue on his cock. He wasn’t in real deep and he wasn’t moving it around much, so I pulled off of it where I could and started tonguing and lapping at the shaft. I couldn’t think about what he was doing down between my legs. If I did, I was going to squirt him real bad.

He poured something on my pussy. I felt an oily slipperiness. I identified the distinctive odor of olive oil as he pushed his fingertips inside my vagina. For some reason, he wanted me really wet. He pushed two fingers in and out of my vagina. Slurp, slurp, slurp. It was like he was trying to massage the muscles at the opening. He had a new intensity. Something very different. His dick was rock hard. I felt the depth of his fingers sliding all the way inside. What the hell was he doing? I was feeling so stretched, so stretched open. Then suddenly he jammed his whole hand inside my tight cunt. Wham!

His hand was buried up to his wrist inside my pussy!

"Oh." I moaned, shifting my ass what little I could to accommodate his hand. I couldn’t believe it. His whole hand. I wondered how it looked, his wrist buried deep in my cunt.

"Am I hurting you?" I heard alarm in his voice and felt his dick soften between my teeth.

"That was sudden," I mumbled, trying not to feel ripped open. I could sense how excited he was. He liked me to masturbate with especially big dildos. I wanted to be able to take his whole hand.

"You okay?"

"I told you, I need to pee."

"In a minute." I could hear relief in his voice that he hadn’t hurt me.

He pulled his dick away from my mouth as he intently watched his hand disappear inside my depths. He rocked out and back inside. He was exploring a dark side of himself, but I knew that he would quit in a heartbeat if I needed him to stop. I felt the tight pull of the muscle on the inside of my thighs as he knelt over me, fascinated, watching his hand slide in and out of my cunt. Oh I was full. He started rubbing frantically on my clit with his other hand. Rubbing my clit was a good distraction from the full feeling inside my vagina. I had to concentrate on keeping the muscles tight so I wouldn’t piss in his face. I think it was harder not to think about it, because I was blindfolded. No matter what, the feeling was right there.

His cock stiffened on its own, and swung back into my face. I started rocking my hips, taking his hand in deep, hoping I wouldn’t pee. I knew he enjoyed the view. He often asked me to masturbate and stayed seated in the driver’s seat so he could watch. Sometimes I even fucked my vibrator while he drove. He liked it when I inserted especially large dongs inside my cunt. One time, I even tried inserting a bottle. But oh my god, his hand felt huge! The walls of my vagina were being stretched to new capacity.

"Don’t you stop sucking on me." He said urgently, trying to sound annoyed.

I took him back inside my mouth. He held himself carefully above me so it didn’t jam inside too far. I used my lips and tongue to try to distract me from the wonderful click click click of his fingers against my clitoris and the sthluk sthluck as his other hand cradled inside my cunt. It was way too big for the cavity, but he was being careful to cup his fingers at an angle so I could take it. I felt like he was going to stretch me all out of shape. I wondered if I would ever be able to feel tightness around his cock when he went in there again, but my pussy was elastic enough and I exercised my kegels, so I figured I’d be okay. When he jammed his hand inside of me, it felt incredible, sunshine and shadow, one wrong move could rip me, one right move could make me come. I kept my eyes closed underneath the blindfold and fortunately, he was watching his hand and forgot that I was no longer keeping my mouth busy against his cock. I needed all my concentration to keep from cumming and peeing all over his hand.

He pulled his hand out, and I arched, straining against the ties. I was really into the fullness of his hand, then suddenly, it was gone! I was equally thrilled by the absence. Oh my god! I clenched my vagina tight and contracted against my orgasm. He said he would tell me when I could cum. The muscles on the insides of my thighs were really contracted now, and bounced with the tension of holding my legs so wide for such a long time. I felt Nick’s tongue slip back inside of my vulva, and tickle around, lapping and sucking. He moved his face and I could feel the smoothness of cheek bones and the slight prickle of beard as he moved his lips across me. He smeared pussy all over his face, rubbing his nose on me, turning his head and rubbing his ears. He wanted the cunt juices to saturate his head. I strained, arcing against the tethers that held my legs wide. I wanted to pull my hand away from the ties so I could pinch my pert nipple as he teased me.

"You gonna cum for me Baby?"

"Yes." I told him, almost shaking with restraint. "You tell me when."

"I wanna watch," he said, his voice husky, "and I want you to get me wet. But not until I tell you to."

I felt the slip of metal shears as he cut away the tether that held my right hand. He kissed my face. "Rub that pussy. I wanna see you squirt. Don’t worry about the bed. We’ll take care of that later." He licked my cheek and whispered the last words in my ear. "Cum for me, Baby."

It felt weird to masturbate right before his eyes. I couldn’t see anything, but I knew he was close to me, I could feel his breath. I couldn’t angle into any privacy. He had my legs pulled as far apart as they could go and I knew he was kneeling and watching my hand dart inside and out. He watched what I pulsed my fingers against, where I lingered, where I strained. I could sense that he was stroking himself as he watched. I could hear the catch in his breathing as he jacked it.

"Give me some dick," I begged.

"Then you better come and I better see it."

I moved my hand up to my mouth, collected some spit off my tongue. I was wet from the oils and juices, but I’d had my legs spread awhile, and there was no such thing as too much moisture. He watched me stick my fingers in my mouth.

"You like the way you taste?"

"Oh yeah." I smiled at his question, knowing he was watching my face and slipped my fingers back inside my pussy. I arched my pelvis forward and forced my legs as wide as they would go. I wished I could watch him slip his hand up and down the length of his dick. I wondered how much longer he was going to wait before he shoved that thing inside me. I’d better get busy and come for him.

I jacked my hand on my clit, reveling in the intensity, then tugged at my pee hole. He was waiting to watch me squirt, and I knew it would start with a warm trickle that would quickly get cold. "Can you put that towel back into the microwave?" I asked him. "I’m going to make a mess."

"I want you to," he whispered, intent in the game. "Come for me. Squirt it!" he urged.

It didn’t take long. He’d gotten me jamming when he put his mouth on me, and I had wanted to come at least five minutes earlier. But I wanted to come in that urgent, panting way that left my clit throbbing for five hours, so I rubbed hard knuckles against the firm bump, my breath catching higher and higher as I tried to hit it just right.

"Tear it up, Baby."

I knew his face wasn’t more than a few inches away. I felt it coming and I let it fly. It started with an orgasm, but because I was pushing so hard, there was no way I could control my bladder. I reached to cover the stream of piss with my hand so it didn’t squirt all over his face but he grabbed my hand and pulled it away. "I told you I wanted to watch."

I contorted into the depth of my orgasm, twitching and calling out. The stream of yellow fizzled when he buried his face between my legs.

I felt him lap lap lap on my clit "Cum some more," he directed. "Hey, that tastes good to me right now, Baby."

He rubbed it fervently with his tongue, breaking off and rubbing it again with his hand. There was no way I could wriggle free from the intensity. My breath caught in my throat and I started to moan, the moan climbing in octaves as he kept slamming my clit.

"Cum for me, Baby," he said.

I wanted to oblige, but I didn’t think I could. My thighs were getting sore from the position. I pulled my ass up off the bed, uncomfortable as now there was a puddle underneath, growing cold. He watched me writhing around on the bed.

Suddenly, he slipped the scissors, cold metal against my leg and cut the restraints free. He pulled the seatbelt restraint net off my body. I had ridges etched into my skin from arching my skin into the nylon ropes. I pulled my legs together, releasing the muscles. Releasing the tightness. He cut my hand free and then the blindfold. I blinked. The light was too bright after the darkness. He indicated that he wanted me to roll over, to move to a dry spot on the bed. When I did so, he stood behind me and sank his hand deep into my cunt. Oh it felt so good! I rocked back into it, taking him up to his wrist.

"Rub your clit" he urged, his voice breathless with anticipation. "I want you to cum for me again."

I was a very good girl. I started rubbing my clit. He shoved his oiled fist inside my cunt and I came over and over again. He was still rock hard.

It was going to be a long night. A long and wonderful night.

At least that’s what Shirley told me was s’posed to happen. I laid back in the bed with Shirley. We made sure the doors were closed and my step-brother Manny was out of the house playing ball down the road. She pulled down her panties, and we both giggled. I looked at her bare cooter.

"I’m gonna touch it, okay?" I said.

She giggled. "Okay, I’m ready."

"Where do you think the dick goes?" I asked her.

She spread her legs real wide. "Here," she said, and poked her finger inside the folds of skin.

"Where’s the pee come out? Around here, right" I poked my finger about where I thought her pee came out.

"No, here, I think." Shirley redirected my finger.

"I wanna watch you pee." I said.

"I don’t have to go right now."

"Well, I do." I jumped off the bed. "C’mon!"

She pulled her pants up and we went into the bathroom. "You can’t giggle too loud," I said, "or Mama’s gonna come in here to see what we’re up to."

I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet. Shirley crouched in front of me to watch. I spread my legs wider, but I just sat there. I couldn’t pee with her right there watching.

"Hurry up!" she urged.

"I’m trying."

I was trying, but what if I misshot and sprayed her right in the face? She was my best friend. What was she going to think if I peed on her?

I closed my eyes so I could concentrate, and I felt something brush across my skin. Down there. "Hey!" I yelled, bolting backwards and almost fell sideways into the hole in the toilet seat.

Shirley pulled her hand away.

"What’re you doing?"

"Just touching it."

"I’m trying to pee, here!"

"I know."

"Well, I don’t wanna pee on your hand."

We heard footprints coming down the hall towards the bathroom.

"Shhhh!" I glared at Shirley.

"Ladies." Mama said, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, Mama." I said sweetly. Shirley held her hand covering her mouth, but I could still hear her giggle.

I gave her a look.

In my nicest I’m-not-doing-anything-wrong voice, I said, "Mama, it’s too hot.. Is it okay if Shirley and I take a bath in cold water?"

Mama opened the door. She had that "what are you two up to" look on her face. Shirley stood up real fast. I squeezed my knees together and bent forward to get toilet paper. "Well, don’t make a mess. Keep all the water inside the tub."

"Can we use bubbles?"

"That’s fine." She closed the door. "And keep all of the water inside the tub."

"We will," I assured her.

 

I looked at Shirley and hopped off the pot. "Okay, then. Let’s take a bath. Last one in is a rotten egg!"

I rushed to turn on the water. I wanted it cool, but not too cold. Shirley was peeling off her clothes and tossing them on the floor behind me. I had my pants halfway off, so I kicked off my flip-flops and dropped my pants on top of them. I pulled off my shirt.

We scrambled into the tub about the same time.

"Where’s the bubbles?"

I opened a bottle and poured a capful under the faucet. Mama said one capful was enough. I gave the bottle a little extra squirt for good measure. Then we got in the water and sat there naked, looking at each other, listening to the water run, waiting for the tub to fill. Shirley looked different than me naked. Her titties were kind of pointed where mine were boring. Her pussy was fleshy, where mine was flat.

"It’s too cold," Shirley complained. "Let’s warm it up."

"Okay, but not too hot."

Shirley grabbed the shower head. We had one of those adjustable nozzles. "Have you ever used this to spray your cooter?" She asked me.

I shook my head. Frankly I’d never thought of such a thing.

She stood on tip-toe to take the shower head away from the wall. I didn’t even know it came off the wall!

"Don’t break anything." I said.

"Don’t worry. I’ve done this before."

"We better close the curtain. You heard what Mama said."

I pulled the orange and white shower curtain closed.

Shirley flipped the lever on the faucet to make the water shoot out of the shower head. "Make the water a little bit warmer."

I did. She tested it on her wrist. "Okay," she said, "open your legs."

I held my legs open, but the water had filled up almost to my knees, so the water from the shower head just sprayed on my legs.

"Move up and sit with your back against the wall. On the edge of the tub."

I got up and perched on the white porcelain.

"Spread your legs."

I opened my legs and Shirley directed the spray of water right on my cooter. The water was slightly warm. She twisted the dial on the shower head a little bit and the water pulsed against my pussy. Suddenly, it felt like my pussy was the most important thing on my body. It felt nasty. I covered myself with my hand, blocking the spray. "God, Shirley. Where’d you learn that?"

"I watched my sister in the shower one time. She didn’t know I was watching. She held the spray there, and kinda closed her eyes. I didn’t know if she was washing herself or what."

Shirley’s sister, Wendy, babysat sometimes. I tried to imagine her naked, holding this up to her cooter in the shower.

"Do it again." I told Shirley, moving my hand.

We took turns, sitting next to each other, the shower curtain closed, spraying each other’s bare pussies.

The tub started to overflow with water, so we had to stop that game. We turned the water off. There weren’t too many bubbles.

I wanted to see Shirley’s cooter up close. It was a little puffy. More puffy and pinker than mine. Suddenly I felt all dirty and wicked.

"Can I touch you there?" I whispered.

"Go ahead."

I put my hand on the bald pussy and rubbed, not daring to venture inside the crack. Her pussy was so smooth and covered with fine blonde hairs.

"Where’d you say the dick goes?"

She stood up and leaned forward. She peered down past her belly button. "It goes right here." She inserted her forefinger inside where one of the folds opened up. There was an opening there, but it didn’t look like much. I didn’t remember feeling anything like that down there before. But then I didn’t do much but wipe it off after peeing. I’d never really thought about it. I opened my legs. I poked my finger down where she was poking hers. Oh, it felt good!

"Wow!" I murmured.

"Definitely."

Shirley sat down with her knees flat on the bottom of the tub and her knees wide and kept rubbing herself. "I like it right here," she said, rubbing a tiny button that was right out front. I watched her open her legs wider and flick her finger across the fold that was there.

I rubbed my own button. It felt like there were sparklers going off inside.

"I think I’m gonna pee." I said, after a minute.

"Go ahead."

I stood up to go sit on the toilet.

"No, silly, just pee right here," she said, "I wanna watch."

"That’s sick!"

But Shirley held my legs and leaned in to look at my cooter. I felt her breath.

I felt so wicked. I wanted to do it...but... I couldn’t just stand there and piss on my friend.

Could I?

"Do you really want me to do it right here?"

She put her finger inside of my crack and started rubbing that bump.

"I’m gonna pee." I whispered. "I’m really gonna."

She kept rubbing, watching my face.

Where did she come up with this stuff?

I felt the little slip of pee start to come out and once it started, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I watched the yellow stream come out and start to squirt everywhere. All over her hand, all down my thighs, into the bathwater.

Some of the bubbles sizzled and disappeared.

I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. Just to stand up and pee like a boy, to not care where the pee went, to just let it spray down, all over the tub. Even to just pee on her hand. God.

"Rub me some more." I told her. I didn’t need to pee anymore, but I kinda felt like I did. I felt like I wanted to pee some more. Rub me some more.

Shirley rubbed my cooter for a minute, then she stood in the tub and whispered in my ear. "Jennie, I wanna tell you something."

"What?"

"You can’t tell anyone, ‘kay?"

"I won’t."

"You promise?" She had a solemn look on her face.

"I promise."

"I mean it. You can’t tell anyone. No matter what."

"I promise, Shirley. Cross my heart and hope to die."

She swallowed. What she wanted to tell me must be pretty important.

"What is it?" I urged. "It can’t be that big a deal."

"One time a boy wanted to lick me there."

Omigod. I couldn’t believe it. "Lick you? How? Whaddya mean?"

"He wanted to put his mouth on me and lick my cooter. Can you believe it?"

She had a dark, serious look on her face. I knew she was telling the truth.

"Did he do it?"

"Omigod, no. Of course not." She giggled, and put her hand down to cover herself. "But I think I would let you. Do you wanna try?"

"I don’t know."

I suddenly felt very embarrassed and started to sink all the way underneath the water. Then I remembered I just peed there.

I got out of the tub and pulled the plug. There was a gurgle as the water started to spin down the drain.

"We better go."

I grabbed a towel and started to dry off. I made sure to cover my cooter. Suddenly I didn’t want her looking at me there anymore.

"Hey, you’re not mad are you?" she said.

"No."

"Well, why aren’t you talking?"

"Do you wanna go jump rope?" I asked her. Last time she was here, I almost skipped doubles. I thought maybe we could try that again. Or play Trouble. We both liked board games. "We could go play Trouble."

"Okay." She said, pulling her clothes on.

Truth is, I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t have a clue of what I was supposed to say. Shirley thought about letting me lick her down there.

Later that night, after Mama sent me to bed, I laid with my hand against that button she showed me, and I rubbed it a little, but not enough to feel too good, and I thought about what she’d said. To tell the truth, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. Some boy wanted to put his mouth down there? Whatever for?