ps. That was an invitation I wasn't about to pass up. I leaned toward her and kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. While our tongues wrapped around each other I pulled her closer to me. I could feel my dick getting hard in my swim trunks. I guess Gail could, too, because her hand snaked into my trunks and wrapped around my cock. I groaned, broke off the kiss, and lowered my face to her chest. I pulled her top away from her tits and started sucking on the left one. Gail gasped, then moaned, “Oh God yeah!!!” I bit her nipple, and she nearly shrieked, then I moved my face to her other tit so it wouldn't feel neglected. By now Gail was purring, and her hand was sliding up and down my stiff cock.

Suddenly, Gail said, “Put it in my mouth. Please!” I wasn't going to wait for her to change her mind. I was on my feet with my trunks down around my ankles in a flash, and pushed the head of my cock between her lips. As I started to hump her face, she was sucking for all she was worth and rolling her tongue around my cock. It was as good a blow job as I'd ever had, and I was grunting, straining to push my cock all the way down Gail's throat. It only took a few seconds before I could feel my load start to push out of my balls. I grabbed Gail's head, and shoved my cock as deep into her mouth as I could. I felt her gag as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, and then my cum shot out into her mouth – she started gulping it down as I gasped.

After I finished shooting my load and let go of her head, Gail choked, then gasped out, “I never had anybody shoot it in my mouth like that! That was cool!” I laughed and said, “It was more than cool – that was the best blow job I ever had! Come here!” I dragged her to her feet and kissed her. Once my tongue was in her mouth, I slid my hand inside her bikini bottom, and rubbed my fingers over her pussy lips. She was already wet, and spread her legs apart so I could get to her cunt easier. I curled my middle finger and let it slip between her pussy lips. As I wiggled my finger inside her, Gail moaned, “Shit yeah, that feels so good!” My finger rubbed against her clit, and Gail whimpered. “Yeah, right there. Rub it right there!”

I pulled my finger out of Gail's pussy, and she groaned and almost yelled, “Don't stop! Put your finger back in me! I want it!” Chuckling, I replied, “Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you hanging.” I pushed her back so she sat down hard on the bench, and stripped off her bikini bottoms. “What are you going to do?” “You'll see, just hold on!” I dropped to my knees in front of her and buried my face between her legs. I spread her pussy lips apart and shoved my tongue inside her where my finger had been seconds before. “Oh...my...god...so...good...” I pulled my tongue out and licked up the length of her slit, finishing by flicking my tongue over her clit. “Aaaaah...yeah...yeah...” She was holding my head the way I had held hers when she sucked my cock. I pulled back slightly and moved my mouth to her clit. I fastened my lips on her bud and began sucking, and shoved two fingers inside her cunt to finger fuck her. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Aaaaahhhhh!” Gail was gasping and her body was shaking, and I figured she was close to cumming. After sucking on her clit for a few more seconds, I gave it a bite and shoved my fingers as deep into her as I could. “Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee.” Gail's body went stiff, then began to shake, and I could feel her pussy clamp around my fingers. She shuddered for about 15 seconds, then went limp, breathing heavily. After she caught her breath she

croaked out, “Wow! That never happened to me before!” I smiled and said, “I made you cum. You had an orgasm.”

By now my cock was hard as a rock again, and I scooted up closer to where she was perched on the edge of the bench. I moved the head of my cock against the lips of her pussy and rubbed it up and down. Gail whimpered, then gasped, “God, are you going to fuck me?” “Yeah, baby, I'm going to fuck you, right now!” I slipped the head of my dick between Gail's pussy lips, then slammed forward and buried my cock in her 13-year-old cunt. Gail screamed, “GOD, IT HURTS!!!” as my dick shredded her cherry. If I'd been more experienced I probably would have been more gentle, but I was too horny to worry about that, and I simply started pumping my cock in an out of her as hard and fast as I could. I don't think Gail even minded the pain – she actually seemed to enjoy it, and within a few thrusts was moving her hips against me in rhythm. Soon Gail was moaning, “God, yes, fuck me...fuck me harder!” Her breath was coming in ragged gasps; I could feel the head of my cock hitting her cervix, and when it did she squealed. I was pretty sure she was getting close to cumming again, and I knew I was. Gail pulled me as close to her as she could, and wrapped her legs around my back, and I felt her body start to spasm. As the muscles of her cunt squeezed my cock, I drove into her as deep as I could and felt myself slam against her cervix again. As Gail squealed “Yes, God, I'm cumming again!” my balls emptied themselves and I shot a huge load of cum into Gail's pussy. I thought I'd never stop squirting inside her. When I finally did, I sort of collapsed against her. I looked at her smiling face for a few seconds, then said, “Well, we better get back to the party before somebody comes looking for us.”

*****

Part 2

After taking Gail's virginity at the pool party, I wanted to see her again, but wasn't sure how to go about it. First off, I didn't even know if she wanted to see me or not. Once we'd gone back to the party after our hot sex, she'd pretty much ignored me. I couldn't tell if she didn't want anyone to get suspicious, or if she just wasn't interested in anything else. Besides that, I knew her parents pretty well, and I was fairly sure that they wouldn't be very happy about their 13-year-old daughter going out with a horny 17-year-old. All in all, calling her didn't seem like a viable option.

It turned out that I didn't have to worry. It was a little over a week later when my phone rang.

"Hello."

"Mike, it's Gail."

"Hey, girl, how are you doing? I've been thinking about you."

"I've been thinking about you, too. Do you want to see me?"

"Oh, yeah! As long as your parents don't know about it."

"I'll tell them I'm going to see Christy. They trust her. I'll walk over the school, and you can pick me up there."

"OK, see you in a few minutes!"

I tried to sound nonchalant about it, but I was really excited about seeing Gail again. I'd been trying to pay attention to other girls in the time since the pool party, but none of them really held my attention. Gail was the one I wanted.

I had the perfect set-up for somebody my age. I'd just graduated from high school, and lived alone in a house that my parents owned which was near where I'd be starting college in the fall. Now I was going to take advantage of the situation.

When I pulled up to the school, Gail was standing by the curb, wearing a loose, very short top that barely covered her breasts and a pair of tight, low-cut jeans. She climbed into the car and immediately had her arms around me and her tongue in my mouth. I kissed her intensely for a few seconds, then pulled back and said, "Hey, let's get to someplace where we can do more than just kiss!"

We pulled up to my house a few minutes later, and, as we got out of the car, I heard a female voice. "Gail! What are you doing here?" It was my neighbor, Cindy. I'd never really thought about it, but Cindy was the same age as Gail - they were in the same class together in school. Gail walked over to Cindy, they talked for a couple of minutes, and when Gail walked back, Cindy was with her.

"Let's go inside," Gail said.

Cindy walked over to the house with us. I wasn't really happy about that development. Nothing against Cindy, she was a nice kid and actually hotter than Gail. Cindy had long blond hair, and an oval-shaped, beautiful face, with blue eyes and a bare dusting of freckles across her nose. As for her body, well, she was 13, you couldn't expect too much, but the small tank top and tight jeans she was wearing made the most of what she had. No, the problem wasn't Cindy, it was that I'd been planning to get Gail into bed as soon as we went inside, and that probably wasn't going to work very well with Cindy there.

I asked if anybody wanted something to drink, and Gail said, "Got any beer?"

"No, and that'd be all I'd need anyway, to take you home drunk!"

I wound up getting Cokes for everybody, and we all settled in on the couch, me in the middle with Gail on my left and Cindy on my right. I leaned back and relaxed. Sitting between two hot 13-year-olds wasn't a bad situation, and I might wind up getting something out of this yet.

We talked about nothing in particular for a few minutes, then Gail leaned against me and turned her face to mine in an obvious invitation. I wasn't sure what Cindy was going to think, but I didn't really care. I put my tongue in Gail's mouth and slipped my hand up under her blouse to cup her breast. Gail's hand immediately went to the front of my jeans and began rubbing my fast-rising dick. I wished that I could see Cindy, but she was behind me the way I was facing. But then Cindy appeared in front of us, having decided to move off the couch to get a better look at what was going on. She had a look on her face that was a mixture of desire, curiosity, and horror.

Gail pulled away from the kiss and said, "Let's go into the bedroom!" I wasn't about to argue. I had no idea what Cindy might do when we headed for my bedroom, but she followed us down the hall.

When we got to the bedroom, Gail and I faced each other, standing next to my bed, and simply started to strip each other. Neither of us was thinking about foreplay or about being gentle, we simply wanted to get it on. Cindy stood a couple of feet away, watching us, her expression still showing that she wasn't quite sure what she thought about all of this.

When Gail and I were both naked, I stared at her tight little body for a few seconds, then pretty much just threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. My dick was practically screaming. I entered Gail's mouth with my tongue and her pussy with my cock at the same time. I was slamming into her hard and fast, grunting as she moaned into my mouth. After I'd fucked her for a couple of minutes, I had a sudden idea. I grabbed Gail's hips with my hands and held her against me as I rolled over onto my back, pulling swinging her up on top of me.

Gail sat stock-still on me for a moment, then began grinding her pelvis on my cock. It felt amazing to have this hot 13-year-old impaled on my dick, and judging by her moans and grunts, Gail didn't have any complaints about it either. Gail leaned down slightly, put her hands on my chest, and began massaging me, driving me into even more of a frenzy. I reached up and squeezed her small breasts together, then pinched her nipples, which had a similar affect on her.

I'd almost forgotten that Cindy was in the room, but now I glanced over and saw her standing next to the bed, and what I say nearly caused me to come right there. Cindy had pulled up her tank top and was feeling her tiny breasts with her left hand. Her right hand was between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her jeans. Her expression was no longer ambivalent; now it was pure lust as she stared at Gail and me on the bed. Her tongue was running over lips, and she was starting to breathe deeply.

"Hey, Cindy, if you want some get your clothes off and get up here." I wasn't sure if she was quite ready for that yet, but I sure wanted to find out. Cindy didn't hesitate. She started stripping, her tongue running lustful circles around her lips. I looked up at Gail, still grinding on my cock, and could see that she was watching Cindy as intently as I was. We both stared at Cindy's pale skin, small, cone shaped breasts, and the sparse blond hair between her legs. This could get interesting.

Once Cindy had stripped down to bare skin, she climbed up onto the bed, although she seemed a little unsure about what to do once she got there. I said, "Come here, baby," reached over and placed my hands on her hips, and guided her to my head. It took a little coaxing, but I slowly maneuvered Cindy so that she was on her knees with her legs straddling my face, facing Gail. I craned my head up a little, and snaked my tongue and flicked the tip against Cindy's pussy lips. "Eeeee!" Yes, she actually squealed when my tongue first touched her, and she lifted up, away from my face. I reached up, put my hands on her thighs, and pulled her back down so her crotch was just above my face. This time my tongue ran the length of her slit, from front to back, then squeezed between her lips and entered her pussy.

"Oooohhhh. WOW!" Cindy settled her pussy down onto my mouth and I started licking in earnest, driving my tongue as deep into her as I could, and making sure I licked far enough forward to hit her clit at least part of the time. Meanwhile, Gail was still going at it on my cock, which showing amazing stamina. It occurred to me that I might just be the luckiest teenage bastard on the planet, with one 13-year-old girl perched on my cock and another of the same age on my face.

I couldn't see much from my current vantage point except my nose and Cindy's ass, but I was pretty sure from the angles at which they were sitting, and the muffled moans I kept hearing from both of them, that Gail and Cindy had leaned in and were kissing each other, and probably letting their hands wander as well. I spread Cindy's ass cheeks slightly, and touched her anus with the tip of one finger. Cindy jerked upward pulling away from my face and fingers. With my mouth free I said, "Don't worry, Cindy, I'm not going to hurt you," and again pulled her back down to me. She didn't say anything, but seemed to trust me, as she settled back down on my face. I picked back up with tongue-lashing her pussy, and this time when I pressed a fingertip against her anus she twitched slightly, but didn't pull away. I began pressing my finger against Cindy's anus then pulling back, using just enough pressure to make her sphincter clench, but not enough to actually shove my finger into her ass. Cindy was now rocking herself back and forth on my mouth and finger the way Gail was on my cock. I was in heaven, and I was pretty sure that both girls had accompanied me.

Gail suddenly gasped. "Oooohhhh. Fuck. Aaaahhhh!" I felt her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock and she jerked, then relaxed. As her orgasm subsided, she rolled off my cock, which was still somehow as hard as ever. I still hadn't gotten off, and I was thinking it was about time.

Cindy's breath was now coming in short gasps. She was getting close, and I wanted to make sure she had an orgasm, which I was certain would be her first. Gail seemed to have the same idea. She was now on her knees next to me on the bed, and as I licked Cindy, I could feel that Gail had a finger on Cindy's clit and was rubbing it, hard. I reached up around Cindy with my free hand and began stroking up and down her belly, from the edge of her pubic hair to the base of her breasts.

I felt the muscles in Cindy's belly begin to flex and relax quickly. She moaned, "Ohhh, god. What...Uuuuhhhhnnnn!" She leaned over, trying to brace herself; I felt her long hair cascade around my still stiff cock. I finally jabbed my finger up inside her ass, and felt it grip me as I entered her. "Uh, uh, uh, uh." Her whole body spasmed, then she collapsed on top of me, her face landing on my hip next to my cock.

Gail stroked Cindy's hair and asked, "Was that good, baby?"

Cindy could only pant, "Oh...yeah...wow."

Gail told her, "You're not done yet, girl. Mike's still got a hard cock, and you need to find out what it feels like." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like my new girlfriend wanted to help me take another girl's virginity. Shit, I really had died and gone to heaven!

Gail pulled Cindy with her as she moved toward the head of the bed. Gail leaned back against the headboard, with her legs spread out along the bed. She positioned Cindy in front of her, so that Cindy's back was lying against Gail's chest and belly. Gail wrapped her arms around Cindy from behind and cupped Cindy's breasts in her hands, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. Cindy was breathing hard again already, but as I moved toward her on the bed, she still was thinking enough to say, "Wha...What are you going to do?" She was looking a bit scared again.

Gail answered for me. "He's gonna fuck you Cindy. He's gonna put his dick in you and fuck you."

I was right in front of Cindy now, moving my cock toward her pussy. She still looked scared, but at that point there was no way I was going to stop. I had learned something from the first time I'd fucked Gail, though, and now I warned Cindy, "When I first put it in it's going to hurt. Maybe a lot. But it'll get better after a couple of minutes." I actually sounded like I knew what I was talking about.

I pushed Cindy's knees up toward her chest, spreading them apart so her feet were outside of Gail's legs. Her wet pussy was open wide. I moved up against her, and set the tip of my cock against Cindy's pussy lips. She squirmed a little, but didn't tell me to stop. I ran my cock up and down her slit. Cindy moaned softly, and moved her hips to follow my cock. I pushed in slightly, so that just the head of my cock popped inside her.

"Aaahh. Are you going to put the whole thing in me?" There was still some fear on her face, but it was slowly being replaced by lust as I felt her pussy lips pulsing around the head of my cock.

"Yeah, honey, pretty soon."

I pushed forward, running about an inch of my shaft inside her. Cindy's eyes opened wide and she let out a huge breath that made her shudder. I slowly pulled back until just the head was inside her again, then moved forward, still slow, just a little further than before. I glanced up at Gail, who was now running her hands over Cindy's entire body, and saw on her face absolute pure lust. She was enjoying this even more than I was.

With no more warning I rammed my cock into Cindy as hard as I could. I tore through her cherry and plunged all the way into her, the tip of cock buried in her cervix.

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!" Cindy's scream was piercing. Her pelvis jerked against mine in pain.

"Are you OK, Cindy?" I hadn't expected quite that much of a reaction. Gail had screamed, but almost immediately started enjoying it.

"It...hurts..." Cindy's eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip.

Gail said, "Don't worry baby, it'll be all right. It'll only hurt for a couple of minutes. I know."

I asked, "Do you want me to take it out?"

"NO! Don't do that. I'll be OK. I...I want you...to...fuck...me."

I decided to move slowly with Cindy, unlike with Gail.. Still shocked that my cock held its load, I pulled back slowly until I almost popped out of Cindy, then moved back in again, still slow, until I was buried all the way inside her.

"Unnn...Unnn...Unnn..." At first it was hard to tell if Cindy's groans were more pain or pleasure. but after a couple of minutes there was no doubt. Cindy had her eyes closed, her head resting back on Gail's breasts, and her hips had started to move in time with mine. I was moving in and out of her faster now, and knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. I was trying to hold back, hoping to give Cindy another orgasm with my cock inside her, but it didn't look like I was going to make it. I felt my balls twitch, and shoved myself as far inside Cindy as I could as my cum started streaming into her.

Maybe it was feeling my semen flowing inside her, maybe it was how I banged against her on the last thrust. Maybe she was just ready. As I shot my load into her, I felt Cindy's pussy muscles twitch, followed by the rest of her body.

"Aaaahhhh...god...yeah...yeah" It felt like Cindy's orgasm shook her for five minutes before she relaxed back against Gail, still breathing heavily. I had collapsed on top of Cindy, too spent after what I'd been through to even pull my cock out of her. I just let it slowly shrink, and felt my semen, mixed with her pussy juices seeping out around it onto the bed.

After giving us a minute or so to recover, Gail asked, "So. What are we going to do for the rest of the day?"

ive part of her brain, something dark stirred as she felt the dog's snout press against her crotch.

"Otto, no!"  The man pulled back on the rottweiler's leash, and the dog backed off, rejoining his master.  "Sorry, he tends to be a little overly friendly sometimes."

"That's okay, I like dogs.  And they usually like me, too.  He's beautiful.  His name's Otto?"

"Yep.  And I'm Mike, by the way.  You know a lot of people are afraid of rottweilers."

"I'm Sara.  I've never been afraid of any kind of dog.  I like being around them."

By now they were walking down the street together, toward Sara's house, although it was still several blocks away.  The dog kept moving over to nuzzle Sara, and Mike kept pulling him back.  Sara noticed that Mike was sneaking peeks at her every chance he got.  Sara was used to that.  In her early 20s, she was hot, with a beautiful face and a nice body.  She knew guys liked to look, especially at her 32DD tits.  Most guys never really got past those tits, but Mike seemed to be having a good look at her flat belly and slim hips, too.  Of course, she wasn't exactly dressed to cover any of it up, in a skimpy tank top and shorts.

"So, do you live around here?" Sara asked.

"Yeah, in fact it's just up in the next block."

"Oh, we're practically neighbors.  I'm just a couple of blocks farther up."

They made small talk as they walked the next block, then Mike said, "This is my place.  Have to put Otto in the back yard."

Sara walked with him as he took the dog to the gate into the back and let him through.  Sara was turning to head for her house when Mike suddenly grabbed her, pinning her against him, and clamped a hand over her nose and mouth.  She struggled against him, but he was much too strong for her.  She couldn't cry out, couldn't breathe.  She felt herself becoming weaker.  Gathering all her remaining strength, she made one last attempt to break free.  She failed, then everything went black.

*****
Sara awoke, coming to slowly, still groggy.  Her nose itched.  She tried to scratch it, but couldn't move her hands.  She slowly became aware of why her nose itched.  She was lying face down on grass.  Naked.  Her hands were tied together, and tied to a post in the ground.  As she tried to move she realized that her ankles were also bound, although they weren't tied together like her wrists.  In fact, they were bound so that she couldn't move her legs together.  There was something around her neck.  It was stiff, like leather, not tight enough to be uncomfortable, just enough to notice that it was there.

"Damn, girl, you have an incredible body!"  She recognized the voice.  It was Mike.  She turned her head and saw him, standing a couple of feet away, naked as she was.  She looked around more, saw the fencing around her, the small structure in the corner, and realized where she was.  In Otto's kennel in Mike's back yard.

"What... what are you going to do with me?  Are you going to rape me?"  Sara was still a little woozy from having been unconscious, and was trying to make sense of what was happening.

Mike chuckled.  "I'm not going to do anything to you.  Yet.  But you and Otto were getting along so well that I thought you should get to know each other better."  Something in Mike's tone made Sara very nervous.  But there was also something about the situation that excited her as few things ever had before.

Sara felt a tug on the band around her neck, and noticed for the first time that Mike was holding something in his left hand.  A leash.  It slowly dawned on her that what she felt around her neck was a dog collar.  Her eyes got wide, and she looked at Mike again.  He was grinning, and Sara shivered at the look of him.

"That's right, you've got your own collar now.  All of Otto's bitches get collars.  In fact, that's what yours says - Bitch.  So everyone knows what you are, and you don't forget.  Otto!  Come here boy!"

The dog walked out of his house and moved toward Sara.  Down here, on his level, Otto looked even more muscular.  The dark, crouching thing in the back of Sara's brain began to stir again as the dog approached.  Otto walked up behind Sara, and again pressed his snout against Sara's crotch.  This time, though, there were no shorts between the dog's cold, wet nose and Sara's sensitive skin.  She jerked when she felt the touch of Otto's snout.  The primitive beast in the back of her brain began to howl.  This was her deepest, darkest secret, the thing she'd never admitted even to herself.  The thought of being used by a dog was her ultimate sexual fantasy.

Sara felt Otto's tongue begin to lap at her pussy and ass.  She began to moan, low, deep in her throat.  She shifted her position to get up on all fours; yes, they didn't call it "doggy style" for nothing.  As she moved, she saw Mike standing in front of her, stroking his hard cock as he watched what was going on.

"I think you're going to like this, Sara," Mike said, with a wicked grin.  "Otto's very talented."

Sara's moans were getting louder and more frequent as the dog's tongue lapped at her pussy.  Suddenly, she felt him press his muzzle hard against her.  His tongue snaked out, slid between her pussy lips, and entered her, reaching up inside.

"Ahhhh, god!"  Sara's pussy clamped around the dog's tongue, and her body trembled as she felt him exploring the inside of her pussy.  After a minute or so, she felt his tongue pull out, and she whimpered, afraid that he was done with her.  But then he felt the dog's front paws scrabbling across her back and shoulders as he lifted himself up onto her.  She felt something bumping against her inner thighs and the lips of her pussy.  She knew it had to be Otto's doggy cock, and she knew she wanted it, deep inside her, fucking her like the bitch she was.  For a brief second, as she felt the dog's cock bang against her, she was afraid he wouldn't be able to enter her.. But then, he thrust forward and for the first time she felt herself being violated by a dog.  Her pussy squeezed hard on Otto's cock as he began to hump her, hard and fast.  She looked up briefly and saw Mike, still stroking himself as he watched, then closed her eyes and gave herself over to her depravity.

"God, yes, yes!  Fuck me like a bitch!  Turn me into a bitch!"  Her mind now belonged completely to the dark, crouching thing that usually hid from the world.  Her body thrashed, out of control.  The dog's cock drove into her pussy, penetrating deep into her body.  His front paws clawed at her, scratching her back and shoulders, the pain adding to the feelings surging through her body.

Suddenly her mind and body exploded together, spasms racked her, she lost her breath in a single explosion of air.  The orgasm was like no other she'd ever experienced, taking in her entire body.  Sara felt like she was being turned inside out.  She was shaking so bad she could barely breathe, and was afraid she might pass out again.

As Sara's orgasm engulfed her, Otto continued humping her with his dog cock.  On one stroke he pulled back too far.  His cock slipped out of Sara's pussy.  On the return stroke, the dog's cock banged against the flesh that divided Sara pussy from her ass, angled upward, and slid to the hilt into Sara's ass.  Sara gasped as she felt her ass take in Otto's dick.

"Ahhh, yes, fuck my ass!  God, it's so good!"

Sara was one of those rare women who love being fucked in the ass.  Now she was not only living her fantasy of being fucked by a dog, but the dog was reaming her favorite hole.  She was in heaven.  Otto, oblivious to the difference between Sara's holes, kept humping his cock into Sara's ass as vigorously as he had into her pussy.  Having a dog's cock in her ass was the ultimate turn-on for Sara, and her body and mind responded as never before.  The thing in the back of her mind was now a shrieking animal, drowning out all else.  Suddenly, Otto whimpered and slammed even harder into Sara's ass.  She felt his doggy cock twitch, and his cum begin to spurt into her.  Feeling the dog's cum filling her ass was enough to trigger another orgasm for Sara.  Her body shook as she gasped for breath.

"God, I'm cumming!  Yesssss!"  Sara moaned as Otto spurted inside her ass.  Her body heaved, this orgasm shaking her even more violently than the last.  Sara shuddered one last time, then fell forward onto the grass as she felt the dog's cock slip out of her.  As Otto crawled away, Sara looked up at Mike, who was still holding her leash.

"Are you ready for me now?" he asked.

Sara moaned.  Being fucked by the dog had left her totally spent, her orgasms draining all of her energy.  But she wasn't going to get any rest.  Mike walked around behind her, to where Otto had been, and pulled up on the leash.

"Get back up, you're not done yet!"

Sara slowly raised herself back up on her hands and knees, and felt Mike's cock probing the lips of her pussy.  The head poked inside her, then she felt him slam forward, his cock splitting open her hole.

"Damn, you're a tight bitch!" Mike exclaimed.

"Fuckin' right, I am!"  Having a cock inside her had perked Sara up again, and she was feeling like giving as good as she got.  And she was really proud of what one of her lovers had once told her - "You're every man's dream.  Tight as a virgin and fuck like a porn star."

Mike was driving his cock into her hard, obviously driven to a frenzy by watching his dog fuck the young woman.  He reached around her with one hand and began massaging her clit, leaning forward so he was resting on her back almost the same way Otto had.  With his other hand he tugged lightly on the leash, causing the collar to bite into Sara's throat slightly; not enough for real pain or to cut off her breath, but enough to cause her mind to check out again as her body and instincts took over completely.

Just as she felt herself getting ready to explode, Mike slowed his thrusts, and moved his hand from her clit, using it to rub her belly instead.

"Damn it, don't stop!"  Sara's voice trembled with frustration.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to stop."  Mike's cock was still moving inside her, but slowly now, less forcefully.  "I just don't want this to be over too soon."

Sara's body relaxed slightly, her breathing slowed as Mike fucked her more gently.  He continued the slow, rhythmic strokes for a couple of minutes, then began to pick up the pace again, moving his fingers back to her clit.  Sara gasped when he pulled on the leash again, harder than he had before.  Sara's body began to build toward orgasm again, her breath coming in short gasps.  Her pussy pulsed around Mike's cock, and her clit was throbbing under the touch of his fingers.  Then he slowed again.

"NO!!!" Sara screamed.  "Fuck me hard!  I need it!"

"Just teasing you."  Mike sounded like he was almost giggling.

Suddenly he began fucking her with a fury she'd never before experienced.  He jerked on the leash, again harder than before, this time bringing actual pain.  His cock pounded into her so hard she was afraid something would rip inside her.  His fingers pinched and twisted her clit, sending shock after shock through her.  Sara began gasping in huge breaths, letting them out in screams.

"YES!!!...HARDER!!!   MAKE ME!!!...CUM!!!...AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!"

Sara thrashed convulsively as Mike buried his cock in her one last time.  She felt his cum spurting into her pussy as the strongest orgasm of her life rolled over her, shaking her to her core.  Her body vibrated like an electric current was running through it.  Then, as Mike began to pull his cock out of her, she squealed, and squirted, spraying Mike's cock and balls, the inside of her own thighs, and the ground under her.

Sara collapsed on the ground again, this time in no condition to move at all.  Soft moans escaped her lips as she tried to catch her breath.  She couldn't quite get comfortable on the ground with her hands and feet bound.

Sara was barely aware of her surroundings, but she could almost sense the dog, Otto standing nearby, watching her.  She vaguely felt Mike untie her hands and feet, and then unhook the leash, although he left the collar on her.  She felt herself being scooped up in his arms.

"Let's get you into the house, baby, you look like you could use a rest.  Otto, I think we wore her out."

That was the last Sara remembered as she drifted off to sleep.

ny means, but it was certainly big enough to be comfortable for the three of them.  The move was happening this weekend, and on Saturday George treated himself to a large breakfast at the local diner to get ready.  At his age, a day of moving furniture would take plenty of fuel.

George had rented a small truck for the move, and recruited his friend Bill to help.  There were just enough big pieces of furniture that trying to do it any other way wouldn't have worked.  They pulled up at Jeannie's apartment about 9:00 in the morning to get things started.

Jeannie was 34, about 5'4", fairly medium in size all around, dark hair and brown eyes..  She had nice sized breasts and flaring hips.  Kylie was a typical 13-year-old, about five feet tall, skinny, without much in the way of curves.  Her hair was naturally the same color as Jeannie's, but now it was more of an auburn color with lighter streaks.  George noticed all of this as the day went along without paying too much attention to it.  It registered mainly because it had been several months since he'd spent this much time with his family.

The move went quickly and smoothly.  George and Bill took care of the larger items, the females handled the clothes, kitchen things, and some smaller furniture.  A few things that weren't needed wound up in the garage, to be sold later.  Once everything was pretty well organized, it was time for the standard ritual that caps off all moving days - pizza and beer.  There was plenty of both.  Jeannie even let Kylie have a beer, since she'd been such a big help with the move.  Kylie managed to work it so that she actually got two, which left her feeling a little crispy by the time everybody finished dinner.  Bill had hung around to have pizza, but then had to head home to his wife, so by about 8:00 that night, it was just the three family members.

Kylie said, "I'm going to go call Britney," and headed for her bedroom, leaving her mother and grandfather in the living room.

"I'm still a little worried about her, Dad," said Jeannie.  "I know she seems to be taking everything OK now, but what's going to happen when school starts and she has to make all new friends because she's in a different district?"  The move had been timed partly so that it would fall during Kylie's Summer vacation and not disrupt a school year.

"Oh, she'll be fine, Jean.  We moved to a completely different city when I was in high school, and I managed to survive.  And I wasn't anywhere near as well-adjusted as a kid as Kylie is.  Besides, these days with their cell phones and MySpace and all that crap, she can still keep in touch with all her old friends if she wants to."

"Well, I suppose.  I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"That's right.  And right now I'm just going to relax and have another beer instead of worrying about it."

*****
Kylie curled up on her bed in her new bedroom and called Britney.  Brit was her BFF and had texted her that she needed to talk about Derek.  Derek was the hot guy at their school, he'd just finished 8th grade, a year ahead of Kylie and Britney.

"Hey, Ky, how's everything?  Move go OK?"

"Yeah, we're all settled in.  Mom let me have a beer with dinner, and I snuck another one, so I'm a little buzzed.  What happened with Derek."

"I ran into him at the mall, and he totally kissed me!"

"No way!  Tongue?"

"Yes!  And that's not all.  He like felt me up, and he let me touch his dick!"

"He did not!  You are totally a liar!"

"He did too!  Here's what happened..."

As Britney began her story, Kylie felt an unfamiliar heat rising through her body.

*****
George finished another beer and said to Jeannie, "Well, I think I'm going to call it a day.  Between the heavy lifting and the beer, I'm about worn out.  See you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Dad."  Most of Jeannie's attention was on the TV show she was watching.

Once in his bedroom, with the door locked, George started getting undressed, but made no move to go to bed.  Instead, wearing only his boxers, he plopped down in a chair in front of his computer, and started browsing his collection of porn videos.  (Moving the computer into the bedroom was one of the changes that had to be made with Jeannie and Kylie moving in.  He couldn't be doing stuff like this in the living room any more.)  George didn't check out porn a lot, not as much as some other guys he knew, but he was certainly no stranger to it.  And tonight he needed something.

Maybe it was all the exercise of moving furniture around.  He was no couch potato, but wasn't a world-class athlete, either.  Maybe it was the beer.  Maybe (although he didn't want to think about it) it was having two good-looking women (or one woman, one girl) in the house after so many years alone.  Maybe it was just a good time for him.  Whatever the reason, George was hornier than he had been in months, at least, and needed to do something about it.

George preferred "amateur" videos.  He knew the people weren't really amateurs, but at least they weren't the dead-eyed pros just going through the motions for a paycheck.  He found one with a woman in her mid-twenties who resembled a younger version of Jeannie, and got it ready to start.  He pulled off his boxers, put on this headphones (didn't want anybody else hearing the video) and hit Play.

*****
Jeannie headed for her room not long after her father had turned in for the night.  She was feeling nervous, and wasn't quite sure why.  She had the same bedroom she'd had before she had moved out of the house, although everything in it was different.  Still, there were lots of memories here, including losing her virginity to a neighbor kid at the age of 15.  Now why did she think of that all of a sudden?  It had been pretty much a disaster anyway.  The boy was only 16 and a virgin, too, and neither one of them had really had any idea of how things were supposed to work.  Jeannie had learned quickly after that first time.  She didn't know about the boy... what was his name, David maybe?  He'd been so embarrassed by the way things had gone that he'd barely ever talked to her again.

Jeannie suddenly realized that while she'd been thinking about her first time, she'd been undressing.  Now she had nothing left on but her bra and panties.  She checked herself out in the full-length mirror on the closet door.  Surprised Dad hadn't taken it down.  Probably never even thought about it.  Jeannie had demanded it when she was about 12, so she could see how she looked.

Now, she didn't look too bad, if she did say so herself.  Her hair was dark brown, medium length, framing a face that was slightly round, pretty, with an upturned nose and full mouth, small cleft in her chin.  She no longer had the skinny girl's body of the days when David (yes, that was his name) had first stuck his cock into her.  There was a slight swell to her lower belly that hadn't been there in years past, but she thought it looked sexy.  She had fairly large, upturned breasts that still stood out.  Or at least, she thought they did.  She hadn't really looked lately.  She reached behind her back, unfastened the clasp of her bra, and let it fall to the floor.  Yes, they still stood out, maybe not as high as when she was 20, but there was no real sag.

Almost unconsciously, Jeannie raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them, rolling her fingers around them, massaging, squeezing lightly.  God that felt good!  Jack was an asshole, and useless for most things (like keeping a job), but he was always horny and was decent in bed, which meant that Jeannie had been able to stay satisfied most of the time.  Since their relationship had deteriorated, though, she hadn't had any attention in several months.  She'd been too busy worrying about her marriage falling apart to be concerned about her sex life.  Now she could finally relax enough to do something about that.  Still massaging her breasts, she walked over to her bed and lay down on her back, pulling off her panties in the process..

*****
Kylie had propped her pillows up against the headboard of her bed, and was half-sitting with her back against the pillow, as she listened to Britney tell her about the adventure at the mall with Derek.

"So, what happened at the mall?  And don't even think of lying to me!"

"Don't worry, I don't have to lie.  This was so cool!  I just like ran into him out at the mall by accident.  He was with a couple of other guys that I didn't know, and when he saw me he was like, 'Brit, hi, can I talk to you for minute,' and he like dragged me off and said, 'Do you want to hang out with me.  I want to get rid of these two dweebs.'"

"Oh," Kylie chuckled, "so he wasn't really interested in you, he just wanted an excuse to ditch the other guys?"

"Oh just be quiet and listen.  You'll see.  So he told these guys that he was going to hang out with me, and then he got like this really funny look on his face and said, 'So, do you want to go someplace where we can be alone?'  I was all 'Yeah, totally,' but I didn't know where we could do that.  But you know where they're doing all that remodeling shit there at the mall?"

"Over by the theater?"

"Yeah.  He took me over there, and there's this little hole in the boards they've got put up around it, and we went back in there through the hole and nobody could see us.  He was like, 'Brit, I think you're really hot and I want you to be my girlfriend,' and I was all 'Wow, Derek, I think you' re really hot, too,' and then he like put his arms around me and kissed me.  He put his tongue in my mouth and we kind of wiggled our tongues around, and it was really hot and I started to feel kind of funny."

Kylie was starting to feel kind of funny by now, too.  She wondered what it would be like to kiss Derek.  Or to kiss any guy.

"So?  What happened next?"

"He like grabbed my boob and started squeezing it, and I'm all 'What are you doing,' and he's like, 'Do you want to be my girlfriend or not?'  So I shut up and let him keep doing it, and pretty soon it started to feel pretty good, except he was squeezing a little too hard, so I told him to take it easy and then it was better, but then all of a sudden he took his hand away and started trying to put it down my pants!"

"No fuckin' way!"  Kylie was genuinely shocked.  She knew things like that happened, but they weren't supposed to happen until you were older.

"Yeah way!  I told him to stop but he just said, 'It'll feel good.  Besides, you're my girlfriend now, right?  That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do!'  So I let him put his hand in my pants, and he like stuck it all the way down until it was inside my panties, then he put his fingers between my legs and starting rubbing me down there!"

Kylie found herself starting to breathe heavily.  The thought of having a boy squeeze her boob, or touch her down there was having an affect.

"And he was right, it did feel good.  I started to get all hot, and I had this really funny feeling my belly."    Like the one I'm getting now, thought Kylie.  "And then he undid his pants, and he took his dick out, and I actually saw it!  It was was all straight and hard.  He made me put my hand on it and kinda... you remember when we had a field trip to that farm a couple of years ago and that guy was milking a cow?  Well that's kinda what Derek made me do with my hand.  And when I started doing that, then he took one of his fingers and stuck it into my hole!"

"Oh my god!  What was that like?"

"It felt really good.  I like can't even tell you how it felt, except it was really good.  And he was kind of sliding his finger in and out of my pussy," (both girls were secretly shocked that Britney had used the word) "and I was pulling on his dick, and then he sort of shook all over and this stuff came out of his dick, it wasn't pee, it was something else, and then his dick got all soft and got smaller.  He said, 'Wow, Brit, that was great!' and I said it was too, then he kissed me again, and he said, 'We better get out of her before somebody finds us!'  And we went back out through the hole.  And that was it."

"So, are you going to do it with him again?"

"Yeah, if I get a chance.  Ky, it felt really good when his finger was in me!"

They talked for a few more minutes, but Kylie got Britney off the phone as soon as she could.  She had better things to do than talk to one of her friends.

*****
George watched as the woman in the video dropped to her knees and pulled the man's cock out of his pants, began licking and sucking it.  George thought about how it would feel to have a woman's mouth wrapped around his dick again.  It was something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

He'd just have to make to with his own resources, and he proceeded to do just that, stroking his cock lightly with his fingers as he watched the on-screen blowjob.  He was taking it easy so far, he didn't want to cum too soon.  He wanted to make this last and enjoy it for a while.

Now the young woman was on her back on the bed, getting her pussy licked by her partner.  The guy was tall and muscular, and appeared to be very good with his tongue.  The woman was making very satisfied noises, and her pussy was definitely wet.  George's cock was throbbing now, he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last.

"Go on, man, fuck her, damn it!" he mumbled under his breath at his computer screen.  As if listening to George, the man rolled the woman over, positioned her so she was leaning over the side of the bed, and rammed his cock into her from behind, fucking her mercilessly, doggy-style. George was stroking his cock faster now, feeling his cum start to churn in his balls.  The camera angle on the video cut to a close-up of the woman's face, contorted in that pleasure that's so intense it's just this side of being pain.  Somewhere in George's brain it registered that she really did look like a younger version of Jeannie.  Anything happening in his brain, though, was overwhelmed by the rush of his semen out through his cock and onto his naked belly, as his body bucked and jerked on the chair.  After shooting all of his load, George relaxed for a few minutes, then stopped the video and took off his headphones.  He made a trip to the bathroom, to piss and wipe the cum off his belly, then flopped down on the bed, still naked, anticipating the dreams that always came when he jerked off right before going to sleep.

*****
Jeannie stretched out on her back on the bed, spreading her legs slightly.  She squeezed her breasts again, and moved her fingers up to her nipples, teasing them, then pinching lightly.  She gasped, then bit down on her lower lip to keep from making too much noise.

Keeping her left hand at work on her breasts, she let her right drift down over her belly, her fingers tickling slightly as they brushed over her skin.  Jeannie ran her fingertips up and down her belly several times, then let her hand drift down through her dark pubic hair to her crotch.  She held her fingers flat and rubbed them over her slit several times, feeling her pussy start to get wet.  Her legs involuntarily spread wider as she stimulated herself.  She was starting to breathe more deeply as sensations coursed through her body that she hadn't felt in months, at least.

Jeannie brought her right hand up to her mouth and licked her middle finger, then sucked it deeply into her mouth.  She hadn't sucked anything in a long time, and it felt good to have something in her mouth, touching her teeth, gums, palate; something to wrap her tongue around.  And, even though the finger hadn't actually been in her pussy, she could smell and taste herself on it, and that excited her even more.  

After sucking on her finger for about thirty seconds, she lowered her hand back between her legs.  This time as she laid her hand over her crotch, she curled her middle finger, so the tip slipped between the lips of her pussy.

"Mmmm... yessss!"  It had been so long since anything had entered her, she'd almost forgotten how good it felt.  Down went her hand, her finger moving deeper inside her, her legs again spreading farther outward to give her hand more access.  She pushed until her finger was completely inside her, then drew it out, slowly, scraping it across her clit as it came out.

"Aaaahhhh!"  In again, then back out.  In, and out.  Jeannie felt her pussy getting wetter, felt her belly heave when her finger ran over her clit.  She stopped, pulled her finger out and brought it back to her mouth.  She sucked again, this time getting the full taste of her pussy juices.  Her mind swam as she tasted herself.  Jeannie had never made love to a woman, but if this was what it tasted like, she might have to add it to her list.  Now the finger returned to her pussy, this time to be joined by a second.  They drove in as far as they would reach, and Jeannie was getting hotter and hotter, but it wasn't quite enough.  She needed something that would reach deeper.  With her left hand she fumbled around on the table next to the bed, finally coming up with what she was looking for.  Her hairbrush had a cylindrical handle, smaller than what she really wanted, but thicker and longer than her finger.  She guided the brush between her legs, and thrust the handle into her pussy.  As it entered her, she felt her pussy clamp down around it, and when she had the handle all the way inside, she discovered another benefit - the bristles of the brush rubbed against her clit, sending a shock rippling through her body.  She began pumping the brush in and out of her pussy, thrusting her pelvis out against it as she drove it in.  She had never fucked herself this way, and she liked it.

Her held tilted back, her eyes closed.  She bit her lip again to make sure she wouldn't make so much noise that her father or daughter would hear and wonder what was going on.  The noises she did make were low, back in her throat, almost animalistic.

"Uhnnnn...  Uhnnnn...  Uhn, uhn, uhn."  Her pussy spasmed, squeezing hard against the hairbrush.  She twisted it inside her, raking the bristles over her clit.  Her legs clenched together around her hand and the brush, causing the bristles to dig into the skin of her thighs, intensifying her sensations.  Her belly jerked several times, and she bit down hard on her lip now to keep from screaming, as the best orgasm she'd had in years surged through her body like a bolt of lightning.

She rolled over onto her side, and pulled the blankets up over her, drifting off toward sleep.  She'd need a new hairbrush.  And she might want to invest in some sort of dildo, too.

*****
Kylie's mind was working overtime, imagining how it must have felt to Britney, being with Derek that way.  Even more, thinking about what it would feel like to have Derek's dick in her hand, to have Derek's finger in her pussy.  Kylie pulled off her T-shirt, reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, freeing her budding breasts.  She cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezed them.  She felt a tingle as her fingers coursed over her nipples.  Experimenting, she pinched her nipples, and gasped at the feeling.

"Wow, cool," she mumbled under her breath, as she felt something warm and dark start to rise in her belly.  With her left hand still massaging her breasts, she moved her right down, her fingertips tickling her belly lightly as they went.  Her fingers reached the waistband of her shorts.  She hesitated.  She'd never done anything remotely like this, and if her mother found out, she'd be in big trouble.  Then she thought about Britney's description of how Derek's fingers had felt.  She unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, and let her hand glide down, inside her shorts, into her panties, her fingers brushing through the light downy hair that covered her mound.  She spread her legs and allowed her fingers to run over the outside of her slit.

"Mmmm...  Ahhhhh."  She'd never felt anything like this before.  She felt like her belly was on fire, and she clamped her lips together tightly to keep from making too much noise.  Kylie rubbed her hand up and down over her crotch several times, moaning, then slowly pressed the tip of her middle finger against the opening of her virgin pussy.  She wiggled her finger slightly against her pussy lips, then felt the tip pop through inside her.

"Ohmygod!"  Her breath exploded out of her in a single blast.  Her eyes widened, her pussy rippled, the muscles of her belly clenched and relaxed.  It was the first time anything had ever been in her pussy, and it felt [I]incredible[/I].  Kylie slowly pressed her finger deeper into herself, amazed at how warm and wet her pussy felt around her finger, at how the walls of her pussy seemed to grip her finger as it moved into her.  While her finger explored her pussy, she continued to massage her breasts with her other hand.  Her body responded, her breath becoming short, tiny fingers of ice and fire alternately coursing over her skin.

"Ohhhh.  Uhhhh."  Her moans were becoming more pronounced.  A little afraid of what she was feeling, she pulled her finger out of her pussy.  It was wet, and the air made it feel cool.  She raised her hand in front of face, moved it closer, smelled her own juices on her finger.  Kylie snaked her tongue out, licked her finger lightly, tasting her own juices for the first time.  The taste was sharp and sweet at the same time.  She opened her mouth, took her finger in and began sucking her juice off.  She'd heard older girls talk about taking boys' dicks in their mouths and sucking on them.  She wondered if it was anything like this, if a boy's dick tasted anything like her pussy.

"Mmmmm, good," she moaned.  No longer scared, only aroused, she moved her hand back down, pushed off her shorts and panties, and slid her hand between her legs again.  This time as she spread the lips of her pussy, she slid both her index and middle fingers inside, unconsciously thinking that a boy's dick would be bigger than just her finger, at least, from what she'd heard and seen in pictures.

"Aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh."  She began fucking herself with her fingers, slowly feeling the sensations coursing through her body intensifying with each stroke.  She found that using the two fingers, not only did she open her pussy up wider, but she could reach farther inside herself, heightening the feelings even more.  Then, as she pulled her fingers back from one stroke, she brushed against her clit for the first time.

"Fuck!  God!"  An electric shock shot through her entire body.  The muscles in her belly convulsed.  Her shoulders came up off the bed with a jerk.  Her thighs clamped together around her hand, trapping it against her pussy and clit.  Her pussy muscles tightened around her fingers.

Slowly, she relaxed, and began finger-fucking herself again, this time making sure that each stroke included the tiny bud at the top of her slit.  Her chest and belly heaved with the strain of her gasping breaths.  She discovered that she could use her thumb to rub her clit, allowing her fingers  to concentrate on violating her pussy.  A tingling sensation started to spread through her, beginning deep in her belly where her fingers strained to reach even deeper.  She could feel her entire body start to vibrate.  Suddenly, she was struck by a lightning bolt.  It was like the first touch of her finger on her clit, but that was a tiny Fourth of July firecracker compared to the massive bomb that shook her body now.

"Ohhhh... fuck!  Fuckfuckfuck!  Uh uh uh!"  Her head thrashed from side to side on her pillow, her hair flying.  The muscles in her pussy and her lower belly spasmed uncontrollably.  Her toes curled, her feet driving into the bed, lifting her ass  up into the air.  She wanted to scream, but she had no breath.  Her pussy flooded with juice; she could feel it spilling out past her fingers onto the bed.  Wave after wave of her first orgasm rolled over her, until she simply wore out.  Exhausted, she curled up on her side on the bed, ready to sleep.

"Now I've got something to tell Britney," smiling at the thought of being able to out-do her friend..

*****
George rolled over, looked at the clock.  Two AM.  He needed to piss again.  That's what you get for drinking more beer than you're used to.  He levered himself up off the bed and walked into the bathroom.  And stopped dead, staring at Jeannie, naked on the toilet, wiping herself after peeing.

Jeannie was startled when the bathroom door opened.  And even more startled to see her father walk in, naked as she was.  Neither had quite gotten used to the new living arrangements, or the fact that the bathroom had two doors, one opening directly into George's bedroom.

Jeannie's attention immediately went to her father's cock.  It wasn't the first time she'd seen it.  When she was 14, she'd walked past her parents' bedroom in the middle of the night.  They'd neglected to close the door, and Jeannie saw her mother on all fours on the bed, her father behind her on his knees, fucking her doggie style (although Jeannie hadn't even known that was what it was called then).  She could clearly see her father's big cock ramming in and out of her mother's pussy.  She'd stood there as long as she could, watching, feeling dirty as she imagined what it would feel like if her father's cock were plowing into her own virgin pussy instead of her mother's.  Finally, she went back to her own room, afraid that she'd be caught if she stayed any longer.  Back in her bed, she masturbated to a massive orgasm, fantasizing that it was her father's mouth, and fingers, and cock bringing her to a climax instead of her own hands.  For several years afterward, her father was one of her favorite fantasy partners when she masturbated.

And now she saw her father's cock again.  And as she stared at it, she could see that it was stiffening.  And she decided she needed to do something about that.

George was frozen.  He simply couldn't move.  The sight of his daughter, naked, was too much for him.  He didn't know whether to move towards her, run away screaming, or simply give his soul to Jesus.  So he did nothing, as Jeannie finished wiping herself, rose off the toilet, and began to walk toward him.  He knew his cock was beginning to get hard, and he was ashamed.  But his shame was nothing compared to the lust that began to race through him as Jeannie approached.

As Jeannie walked toward her father, she finally took her eyes off his cock and looked up at his face.  She saw the lust, knew that he wanted her.  Her body was on fire as she dropped to her knees in front of him.  She wrapped her fingers around the shaft or his cock, and took the head into her mouth.  Her father's deep groan told her that he wanted this as much as she did.

George's body twitched as Jeannie began sucking his cock.  He felt the warmth and wetness of her, felt her tongue sliding over his shaft, her lips circling the head as she pulled back.  The feeling as she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks around him, was like nothing he'd felt before.  She really knew what she was doing.  Good as the blowjob was, though, George wanted more.  He reached down, lifted Jeannie's face away from his cock, and said, "You don't want me to come in your mouth, do you?"

Jeannie looked up at him with an evil grin and replied, "Not this time!"

Jeannie stood up, they faced each other, and clutched at each other, embracing, kissing, their hands and mouths exploring.  George lifted Jeannie up, sat her down on the edge of the washbowl, and moved toward her.  Jeannie reached out and took George's cock in her hand, guided it to the opening of her pussy.  George hesitated for second, thinking about exactly what it was he was about to do, realizing that it couldn't be undone.

"Fuck me, daddy!"  It was what she'd always said in her fantasies, and as she finally spoke the words for real, her mind went blank, letting her body take over completely.  For George, hearing his daughter ask him, no beg him, to fuck her was all he needed.  He drove forward into her with a grunt. and felt his shaft sink all the way inside her.

"God, daddy, it feels so good!"  She hadn't called him "daddy" in years, but now she felt like a little girl again, as she lived out her fantasy of having her father's cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.  She clutched at him with her hands, wrapped her legs around his hips.  His cock filled her, sliding over her clit as he drove in and out.

They were like two animals, their minds blank, controlled by their bodies and their instincts.  George felt like his cock had grown an extra inch since he'd buried it inside his daughter.  He assaulted her with his mouth as well, sucking on her neck, her throat, her earlobe, raking his teeth over her, biting lightly.  Jeannie dug her fingers into the flesh of his shoulders, leaned her head back, closed her eyes.  The feelings were overwhelming.  His cock inside her.  His mouth on her throat.  Her nipples pressing into his chest.  Their bellies flattened against one another.

"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh.  Please, daddy, fuck me hard, make me cum!"

Hearing his daughter talk like such a slut was driving George wild.  He was pounding his cock into her pussy harder and harder, and could feel her muscles clenching at him as he fucked her.  He could feel himself getting close to a climax, his balls feeling heavy and full.  He felt her fingernails rake across his shoulders, and the addition of the pain was too much.  He felt his cum start to rise from his balls into his cock.

"Shit, honey, I'm going to cum inside you!"

"Yes, da...  Oh, fuck!  FUUUUCK!"  Feeling her father's semen pour into her was just what she needed to trigger her orgasm.  She felt the spasms in her belly, clutched at him convulsively.  Her mind dissolved into shards of broken glass, as she felt her father's cum mix with her own, filling her pussy until she couldn't hold it all and it began to seep out of her where her pussy lips clenched his cock.

As the last spurt finally squirted out of his cock, George moved to pull out of his daughter.  Jeannie kept her legs locked tightly around him, saying, "No, dad, don't take it out yet."

George chuckled slightly.  "Remember why I came in here in the first place, honey?"

 *****

To be continued

pa gone, Kylie decided it was time to talk to her mother.  About boys.  And things like that.

"Mom, when you were my age, did you do things with boys?"

"What kinds of things?"  was what Jeannie said.  What she thought was, "Oh, shit!  What's she doing?  She didn't hear dad and me last night, did she?  Oh, god, what if she's pregnant?"

"Oh, you know, kissing, touching their dicks, letting them touch you."

"Damn it, Kylie, have you been doing things like that?"  Jeannie was about to have a nervous breakdown.

"No, mom, not me!  God!  Britney was telling me about some things she was doing with one of the guys from school, so I got curious."

"Thank god.  Maybe you shouldn't spend any more time talking to Britney."  Jeannie was relieved, but still concerned.

"Oh come on, she's my best friend.  Besides,  you didn't answer my question.  Did you do things like that when you were my age?"

Jeannie suddenly felt guilty.  "Well, yeah, actually I did do some things like that when I was about your age.  I might have been 14 before I started doing any of it, but I was pretty young."

"How old were you when you got your cherry popped?"

Jeannie squirmed.  She should have been jumping all over Kylie for asking her something like that, but somehow she felt like she was on the defensive.  What had happened with her father the night before had to be a big part of it.  But she also really didn't feel like lying to Kylie was going to help, especially since Kylie would probably know it.

"All right, I was 15.  And, no, I'm not going to tell you anything more about it, except that it wasn't all that great.  It usually isn't the first time, so don't expect a bunch of fireworks to go off.  And don't get the idea that you have to do everything that Britney does, either."

"Don't worry, mom, I can make my own decisions.  But you know that means I might make the same decisions she does!"

"Yeah, I know.  Just be careful.  And if you have to do things, do them with somebody who won't just wind up using you for sex and hurting you."

Jeannie wasn't entirely happy with the way the conversation had gone, but she had to admit that it could have been a lot worse.  She at least felt like Kylie would be honest with her about what she was doing, and listen to whatever advice Jeannie gave her.

*****
That night at dinner, Kylie asked if Britney could come over the next day to see her "new" house.

Jeannie replied, "I've got to work tomorrow, remember?  And I think Britney's parents do, too, so I don't know how she'd get here."  Jeannie was also thinking, but not saying, that she wasn't sure she wanted Kylie spending the day alone with Britney after the conversation they'd had that morning.

"I'll be home most of the day, Jean."  George's work these days was mostly free-lance consulting, and he worked mainly from home.  "I could go pick Kylie's friend up and bring her over here, and I'd be here to make sure they didn't get into too much trouble."  He added the last with a grin at Kylie.

Kylie said, "Thanks, grandpa," grinning herself.  She was planning to see if she could get into some trouble.

"Well, if you're sure it won't be any trouble for you, dad."  Jeannie still wasn't sure it was a good idea, but didn't have a reasonable argument about why.

*****
All three headed for bed about 10:00.  George was getting undressed, just pulling down his pants, when Jeannie appeared in his bedroom through the bathroom door, absolutely naked.  She walked over to him, put her arms around him, and gave him a long, deep kiss.  Then she lowered herself in front of him, pulling his pants and boxers down the rest of the way.  Just before she took him into her mouth, she looked up at him and said, "This time I do want you to cum in my mouth!"

George had been completely unprepared for this.  He'd figured that what happened the night before was a one-time thing.  His dick hadn't yet started to rise when Jeannie took the entire thing into her mouth and began to suck it, at the same time cupping his balls in her hand, massaging them.

"Uuuuhhhh!  Shit, honey!" he grunted, as his cock began to harden and fill up his daughter's mouth.  He felt her lips circling the head, then plunging down until they reached the base of his shaft, the head of his cock wedged in the back of her throat.  The entire time her tongue swirled around his cock, licking up and down, flicking open his pee hole, sending shivers through his entire body.  Her fingers squeezed and released his balls rhythmically.  This wasn't going to take long at all.  George could already feel his balls starting to churn with cum.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to shoot it down your throat, Jean!"  He twisted his fingers into Jeannie's hair, pulled her face to him, burying himself completely in her mouth.  His balls spasmed, his cum spurted out through his cock into Jeannie's mouth.  She swallowed furiously, and surprised George by being able to take every drop down her throat.  George's legs almost buckled as his body responded to his orgasm.

As Jeannie gulped down her father's cum, she tried to think of the last time she'd had a man cum in her mouth.  It had been a while, Jack had been more into straight fucking the last couple of years, hadn't really wanted to do anything oral.  Now she realized how much she'd missed it.  Now she needed to feel a mouth on her pussy.

"Dad," she gasped, "I really want you to eat me out!"  She couldn't believe she was saying that.  And George couldn't believe he was hearing it.

"I thought you'd never ask, honey."

George helped Jeannie up onto his bed, and immediately buried his face between her legs.  He began licking her pussy, long strokes of his tongue, moving the entire length of her slit, letting the tip of his tongue dip in between her lips.  The first taste and smell of his daughter's pussy left him helpless, unable to think or reason, now simply reacting to the situation.

Jeannie lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and began to moan as her father's tongue violated her pussy and she felt her juices begin to flow.  Again, she was living out one of the fantasies of her teenage years, when she'd imagined what it would be like to have her father eat her pussy.  Fantasies could still be a part of her life, she found, as in her mind she imagined herself at 14 again, having just seen her father's cock for the first time.  Her fantasy carried her away.

"God, daddy, yes, lick me.  It feels so good!"

George lapped the juice out of Jeannie's pussy, driven on by the sound of her talking dirty to him.  He felt her body respond, her hips moving against his mouth, her belly heaving.  Jeannie's breathing turned to shallow gasps.  Her hands gripped George's head, pulled his face tighter against her cunt.  His mouth moved up, his lips fastened on her clit and sucked it in.

Jeannie had been close to an orgasm anyway, and when her father sucked on her clit it pushed her over the edge.  Her backed arched up off the bed, slammed back down.  Her shoulders jerked up, her eyes wide, as she felt her pussy spasm.

"Daddy... cumming...yesssss!  Ohhhh, ohhhh!!!"  Her father was still sucking on her clit as the orgasm shook Jeannie's body.  Finally she pushed him away, moaning, "Stop!  Please!"

After she recuperated from her orgasm for a couple of minutes, Jeannie, said, apologetically, "I really need to get some sleep, so I can get work in the morning.  Is that okay?"

"Sure, honey, that blow job was plenty for me tonight anyway!  Besides, now I know you'll be back!"

*****
On Monday morning, after Jeannie headed for work, George relaxed with his coffee and a doughnut.  He'd promised to take Kylie over to see her friend Britney, but that would be later in the morning.  Now he had some time to think about what had happened over the weekend.  He knew he should feel guilty, dirty, about having fucked his own daughter, but he didn't.  She was an adult, she'd wanted it as much as he had; in fact, she'd started it.  And she clearly didn't have any remorse over it.  No, there was no guilt there, only a pleasant feeling at finally being able to get laid.

Kylie finally dragged herself out of bed about the time George finished his coffee and pranced into the kitchen with a breezy, "Morning, Grampa!  When can we go pick up Britney?"

"Whenever you're ready."  Kylie was wearing her usual tank top and jeans, and George idly thought, "She's going to be driving the boys crazy pretty soon.  If she's not already."  He realized that he had no idea when kids these days started doing...  well, pretty much anything.  He might need some time to actually get to know his granddaughter and figure out where she was on the maturity scale.

"Okay, let's go!  I've got a lot to talk to her about so I want to get her over here."  Kylie was clearly excited that her friend would be coming over.

On the way over to Britney's house, George and Kylie actually talked for the first time in ages.  George found out what Kylie thought about his house (pretty cool), school in general (mostly lame), having to go to a new school after the move (a hassle, but she'd get used to it), and her mother (not bad, for a mom).  There was no talk about boys, which suited George just fine, since he figured he'd probably be too embarrassed to talk to Kylie about anything like that.

Kylie, meanwhile, found out that her grampa was really happy to have her, and her mom, living with him, and that he actually listened to some of the same music she did.  Kylie was into things like alternative rock instead of the bubble-gum pop girls her age usually liked, and George's taste in music had always been pretty wide-ranging.  They agreed to compare their music lists and see about trading tracks for their MP3 players.

George did a double-take the first time he saw Britney.  He knew, of course, that 13-year-old girls didn't dress the way they did when he was that age, but he wasn't quite expecting what he saw.  First of all, the girl was absolutely gorgeous, with a heart-shaped face, full mouth with just a hint of a pouty lower lip, straight nose with light freckles, long light brown hair with reddish highlights.  She had a typical 13-year-old body, mostly flat and straight, although her breasts were definitely developing.  What was on the body, though, was something else.  Like Kylie, she was wearing a tank top and jeans, but comparing their outfits would be like saying a house cat and a black panther are both felines.  Britney's tank top was skin tight, and ended at about the bottom of her rib cage.  It left no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra.  And her jeans were cut so low on her hips that when Britney turned away to close the door behind her, George could see the curve of her ass cheeks above them.  The little girl's belly was completely exposed.  No, they definitely didn't dress like that when he was that age.

When they got back to the house, Kylie and Britney disappeared into Kylie's room.  George told them to let him know when they wanted some lunch.  He headed for his computer.  To do some work.  Even though he would have rather called up a little porn after looking at Britney in her "little-girl slut" outfit.  That wouldn't be a good idea with both girls in the house, though.

*****
As soon as the girls were in Kylie's room by themselves, and plopped down on the bed.  Britney said, "Your grandfather's hot!"

"What?!"  Kylie was shocked.

"He's hot.  And I was talking to my cousin Lisa, she's like 18 and she's done sex with guys and stuff.  And she said that older guys are better because they've got more experience and know what's good for a girl.  And she said their dicks are bigger than guys our age, too."

"God, Britney, you are so sick!"

"Oh, come on, like you never think about things like that!  Have you ever seen his dick?"

"Brit, he's my grampa!  It's not even right to think about that.  Besides, shut up, I've got something to tell you."

"All right, go ahead, brat."

"After you told about what you did with Derek, I was... all horny."  Kylie didn't usually talk that way, but she didn't know how else to explain it.  "And I took off my clothes, and I played with myself!"

"Wow, Ky, what did you do?"

"I did all the stuff to myself that you said Derek did to you.  I played with my boobs, and I rubbed myself... down there.  And then I put my finger in... and then another finger.  And I found something."

"What, that you're actually a girl after all?"

"Oh, stop it!  No, I hit something with my finger, and it felt like...  I can't even explain it, it was like incredible.  And I kept touching it and it got better and better until it was like it was so good I couldn't even stand it any more."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"I know.  I just have to show you.  Pull down your pants."

"Oh, now you think you're a lezzie or something?"

"No, silly!  I'm not going to touch you.  Oh, here, I'll show you!"  Kylie unfastened her jeans and pulled them down, along with her panties, to around her ankles, and spread her knees apart.  She moved her hand between her legs and pointed with her finger, so Britney could see.  "It's right here, at the top of your... pussy."  Kylie was still trying to get used to talking like that.  "Now pull your pants down and touch yours."

"Okay, if it'll shut you up!"  Britney undid her jeans, and pulled them down the way. Kylie had.  Britney reach between her legs, run her finger along her slit.  She could feel the heat starting to rise inside her.

"A little higher," Kylie instructed her.  Britney moved her finger up, let it slip just inside the lips of her pussy.  Then she felt it.

"Oh my fucking god!"  The shock that went through her body when her finger hit her clit was like nothing she'd ever experienced.  Derek hadn't done anything like this to her.  She could feel it through her entire body.  Her eyes were wide as she looked over at Kylie.

"Yeah, that's it."  Kylie was giggling.  "And it gets better.  Let's both do it.  But don't make too much noise, we don't want Grampa to walk in on us."

Britney bit her tongue.  What she wanted to say was, "Maybe you don't want him to walk in on us!"

The two girls lay back on the bed and started masturbating together.  For once, Kylie had more experience than Britney, and could give her pointers.

"If you put two fingers in instead of one, it fills you up more.  And you can get them in farther.  And then you can use your thumb on the little thing at the top."  Neither one of them really knew what the clit was called yet.

Kylie knew what to expect, and relaxed as her breathing got deeper.  She could feel her juices flowing in her pussy, and her muscles pulsing around her fingers.  Her clit was hard and throbbing.

For Britney, this was new.  She'd had Derek's finger in her, but, as she realized now, he hadn't really known what he was doing.  He'd only had one finger in her, and had never touched the little bud at the top of her slit.  Her cousin Lisa was probably right - older guys would know what to better than guys her age.

Those thoughts vanished from Britney's mind, along with everything else, as her body responded to the touch of her fingers, and the feelings surging through her body made everything else irrelevant.  As her fingers drove into her pussy, her juices coated them, her pussy gripped them.  Every time she touched the bud at the top of her pussy, a small shock coursed through her.  She was breathing heavily, and moaning, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.  And then she was hit by the full force of a sexual climax.

Britney's pussy spasmed wildly, pulsing around her fingers.  The muscles in her lower belly clenched tightly, bringing her head and shoulders up off the bed.  Her body shook, and her mind, unable to take it all in, simply gave up and went blank.  She gasped for breath, opened her eyes wide, and looked over at Kylie, who was shaking on the bed and moaning softly.

"Oh... fuck... fuck... aaaahhhh!"  As the final convulsions of her first orgasm wracked Britney's body, she flopped back onto the bed trying to catch her breath.  She realized her fingers were still inside herself, and she slowly drew them out, the feeling almost painful because of her sudden sensitivity.

She heard Kylie's voice, seeming faint and far away.  "Did it happen to you?"

"Yeah, god, that was incredible!"

"See, I told you."  Kylie's voice was coming into focus now.  "Lick your fingers, it tastes really good!"

Britney lifter her hand to her mouth, sniffed, then slowly licked her fingers.  Kylie was right again.  It did taste good.  She might have to find out more about that.

*****
The girls rested for a few minutes, then pulled their pants back up and put themselves back together.  They spent the next couple of hours alternately surfing the web, talking about boys, and discussing how it felt when they played with themselves.

Britney now definitely wanted to find out what it was like to do something with an older guy.  It was so much better when she played with herself than when Derek did it that she wanted to know if an older guy could do it as well as she did, or if it would be just like with somebody her own age.  She wasn't about to say anything more to Kylie, though, because she was beginning to develop a plan.

Eventually, Kylie went to the bathroom.  While she was gone, Britney checked out Kylie's address book on the computer.  Sure enough, there was an entry for "Grandpa."  Britney wrote down the email address for future reference.

*****
George finished up the work he needed to do, then relaxed and worked on catching up on his reading while he waited for the girls to decide they needed lunch.  About 12:30 the girls appeared from Kylie's room and announced they were ready to eat lunch and go the mall for some shopping.

"Hope you've got some money, then!"  George grinned wickedly.

"Grampa!"  Kylie could whine as well as any 13-year-old girl when she decided she needed to.

"Just kidding!  Don't hit me!  But don't expect to spend a fortune, I'm not a rich man, you know."

They stopped for pizza on the way to the mall, then spend about three hours shopping, which was about two and a half hours more than optimum for George.  He took it well, though, partly because he hadn't had to do anything like that for years, partly because it was the first chance he'd had in a long time to spend so much time with his granddaughter, and partly (he had to admit it) because he was enjoying being around Britney.  He'd never really thought of himself as a dirty old man, but maybe he'd have to reconsider.  The girl was definitely hot.  And seemed to know it.  And a few times during the day, he got the impression she was flirting with him.  He'd have brushed it off as an old man's fantasy, except that one of the times Kylie gave Britney a really disgusted look.  He didn't think Britney caught it, but it was almost like Kylie saw what Britney was doing and didn't like it.  Not that it made any difference, even if she was flirting with him, nothing was ever going to come of it.

The girls each bought a few things, nothing extravagant, and Kylie asked if Britney could stay for dinner so both girls could show Kylie's mother what they'd bought.  That was fine with George, and he checked with Britney's mother to make sure she didn't have any objections.

George fixed dinner so it was ready when Jeannie got home from work.  After they ate, Jeannie drove Britney back home.  George watched some TV, with Jeannie and Kylie joining him when they got back. 

At one point, when Kylie was out of the room, Jeannie said, "Rough day at work today, Dad.  I'd just like to get some sleep tonight, if that's okay.  I can make a visit to your room tomorrow night."

"Sure, honey.  That's up to you.  I'll be ready any time you are."  George grinned.  He still couldn't quite believe what was happening with his daughter, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Oh, I'll be ready a lot!"  Jeannie was getting to live out one of her fantasies with her father, and was going to keep doing it as long as she could.

*****
George headed for his bedroom about 10:30 and fired up the computer.  He didn't need to worry about watching porn before he went to sleep anymore, since he was actually getting the real thing, he just wanted to check his email.  When he opened it up, there was a message with the subject "c u" from an email address he didn't recognize.  He opened the email.

{Want 2 c u bad email back. b}

"What the fuck?"  George was at a loss.  Who the hell was that?  Then it hit him.  It had to be Britney.  Maybe she really had been flirting with him.  And maybe she wanted to do more than just flirt.  And maybe he should get his ass as far away from this situation as possible as fast as he could.

He looked at the time on the email.  Just a few minutes ago.  Against his better judgment, he hit <Reply> and typed in a message.

{Why did you send me that?}

He hit <Send>.  The reply seemed to take only seconds.

{Do u have im?}

{Yes.}  He added his instant messaging address.  Hit <Send>.  Cursed himself for being an idiot.  And waited to see what would happen.  He was already signed on to his IM service.  He always did out of habit, even though he almost never used it anymore.

The message came quickly.

{Want u}  Suddenly a webcam image appeared on his screen.  There was Britney sitting at the computer, wearing a T-shirt and not much else.  What kind of parent let a 13-year-old girl have a webcam?  Probably the same kind that let her go out dressed the way she'd been today.

Britney smiled, then stood up.  George could see that all she had on besides the T-shirt was a pair of panties.  Probably what she wore to bed.  Britney slowly raised the hem of the T-shirt.  George's mind told him to shut down his IM service, but his body refused to obey.  He couldn't take his eyes off the screen as the little girl pulled the T-shirt off, showing him her small, perfect breasts.  She ran her fingers over them lightly, then licked her lips.  George could feel his cock starting to stiffen in his boxers.  Britney smiled again, then bent down and slipped out of her panties, dropping them on the floor.  George could see the downy hair between her legs, the outline of her pussy.  Britney sat down again, completely naked, and typed.

{b hr 2morrow 10 mom wll b at work}  The webcam image disappeared, the IM screen showed she had gone offline.  George shut down his computer and went to bed, shaking.

*****
Britney trembled with anticipation.  She was sure Kylie's grandfather thought she was hot, she'd seen the way he looked at her today, and the way he'd reacted when she'd flirted with him.  Kylie had given her a dirty look one time, and Britney had been afraid she was going to say something and blow it all for her, but Kylie had kept it to just the look.  Britney was pretty sure that the look she'd given the old man over her webcam was enough so that he'd show up in the morning.  She sure hoped so.

*****
The next morning George had to force himself to act calm as he drank his morning coffee at the kitchen table with Jeannie and Kylie.  He wasn't sure what he was going to do when 10:00 approached.  He was afraid to think about it.

As Jeannie prepared to leave for work, George said, "Hey, Jean, I have to go out to see a client this morning.  Kylie's old enough to stay by herself for a while, isn't she?"

"God, of course I am, Grampa!"  Kylie sounded exasperated.

Jeannie laughed at her daughter.  "Yes, Dad, she can stay by herself.  Just make sure you lock up anything dangerous!"

With that, Jeannie headed off to work, and George started doing some actual work on his computer to occupy his time until just before 10:00.  Kylie disappeared into her bedroom.

At about a quarter to 10, George knocked on the door of Kylie's room and said, "I'm heading out, kiddo, I'll see you later."

"Okay, Grampa, see you when you get back."

George headed out to his car and started the drive to Britney's house, almost shaking with anticipation.  He wasn't sure what his granddaughter's friend wanted from him, but he was definitely sure of what he was hoping to get from her.

By the time George reached Britney's house he was so charged up that he practically ran from the car to the front door.  He knocked, had to wait only a few seconds before the door opened.  She must have been waiting for him.  Britney was dressed the way she had been on the webcam the night before, T-shirt and panties.

"I wasn't sure if you'd come," she said, smiling nervously.

"What, you thought I wouldn't want to see more of that?"  George chuckled.  "Speaking of which, let's see more of that!"

"You first.  I haven't seen you without anything on yet."  Britney surprised herself by being so aggressive.

"Okay, but first you've gotta answer a question for me.  Why did you want me to come over here?"

"Uh, well, my cousin told me that older guys are better to do things with.  That they do things better than guys our age."

"What kinds of things?  What have you done with guys so far?"

"Well..."  Britney decided to tell him.  "I held a guy's dick in my hand and played with it, and I let him put his finger in me.  Oh, and I kissed him."  She giggled.

"That's it, huh?  Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Uh, is that where you feel funny and kinda shake all over?"

George chuckled again.  "That's it.  I guess you must have had one, then."

"Yeah, but not with a boy.  I... uh I did that to myself...  Kylie showed me how."

"I see."  George was thinking to himself that his granddaughter might not be quite as innocent as she put on.

"So, do you not want me because I haven't really done anything?"  Britney was afraid that he might think she wouldn't be good enough.

"Don't worry about that, by the time we're finished you'll have done plenty.  Are you ready for that look now?"  George was trying to keep from looking too eager, or too excited.

"Yeah, I want to see you naked!"  Again, Britney was shocked at how forward she was.  She licked her lips as she waited for him to undress.

"Okay, but let's go into your bedroom first."

Britney giggled as she led George down the hall to her room.  She was a little embarrassed when he looked around at the girlie things and the posters on her walls, but he didn't say anything.  He just started undressing.  Britney realized she was holding her breath as she watched, and began breathing, heavily.  When George finally slipped off his boxers, she stared at his dick.  It was hard.  And it was a lot bigger than Derek's, both longer and thicker.  Britney licked her lips again as she thought about what it would feel like to touch it the way she had Derek's.  And maybe even do other things with it.

As George stood naked in front of the little girl, he realized how long it had been since he'd been with anyone even remotely this young.  And that he'd better take advantage of it, because he'd probably never get another chance like this.

"Okay, Britney, your turn.  Take it off, like you did last night."

Britney took in a large breath, and held it as she lifted the T-shirt over her head.  She'd never been naked with a guy before.  When she was with Derek they hadn't taken off their clothes.  And the night before, when she was naked, Kylie's grandpa could see her, but he wasn't there.  And she couldn't see him.  Now he was in the room with her, and naked himself.  But as she tossed her T-shirt onto the floor and began pulling down her panties, she realized she didn't care.  She wanted him to be there with her, and she wanted to be naked.  And she was.  And she looked at him and saw him staring at her with a wicked grin on his face.

George pulled Britney against him and pressed his lips against hers.  His tongue snaked out into her mouth and began searching it.  Britney rolled her tongue against his, reached in between them and wrapped her fingers around his dick and began stroking it the way she had Derek's.  She felt his hands running over her breasts, and down along her sides and belly.  Britney's cousin Lisa had been right about older guys; she could tell already that this was going to be a lot better than what she'd done with Derek.  Kylie's grandpa was stronger, knew exactly what he was doing, but was gentler at the same time.  Britney closed her eyes and felt his hands roam over her body as she stroked his dick.

George's cock was hard as a rock and ready for some action, and Britney's hand was going to bring him off before long if this kept up.  He wasn't sure what Britney wanted, but he knew that he didn't want to just shoot his load all over her.

"Have you ever had anybody lick you?"

"Uh, no.  Lick me where?"  Britney wasn't sure what he was talking about, but she thought it sounded a little weird and maybe yucky.

"All over."  Kylie's grandpa gave her that smile again, then added, "Let's try it.  If you don't like it, tell me and I'll stop."

"Okay.  Uh, what's your name?"  This time Britney smiled.  "If we're doing things like this I can't call you 'Kylie's grandpa.'"

"It's George.  Just don't call me that unless we're doing things like this, okay."

"Yeah.  George."

George suddenly put his hands on Britney's waist, picked her up, and tossed her onto the bed on her back.  She giggled, then watched him walk over to the bed and hover over her, looking at her body, before he bent over, dropping his head to her chest, and began licking her left breast.  When he started licking it tickled, and Britney giggled again.  Within seconds, though, the giggles turned to low moans, as she felt his tongue glide around the base of her breast, then move up, flicking over her nipple, before  moving to her other breast and repeating the motions.  The feeling of his tongue on her skin was sending shivers through her, and her breath was becoming short.  When George's mouth reached her right nipple, instead of merely swirling his tongue around it, he drew the nipple into his mouth and sucked it.

"Uh!  Wow!"  A jolt shot through Britney's body as she felt the tug of George's lips on her nipple.  She couldn't believe she was afraid this would be yucky and she wouldn't like it.  She didn't want him to stop.

George hadn't had this much fun in years.  He'd always enjoyed showing women new things, and the taste and smell of Britney's body were putting an incredible charge into him.  It was just as good as fucking his own daughter.  As that realization hit him another thought raced through his head - has Jeannie ever been with another woman?  Would she be interested in a three-way?  Those thoughts only lasted for seconds, though, as he had other things to occupy his attention.

Britney was a little disappointed when George's mouth moved away from her breasts, but that didn't last long when she felt his lips and tongue glide down the middle of her belly, licking, his teeth nipping lightly at her skin.  His tongue swirled around her belly button, licking inside the little hollow, then moved lower, to where downy hair covered her skin.  George put his hands on Britney's inner thighs and spread them apart, opening her pussy, then moved his face in between her legs.  She felt his breath, hot against the lips of her pussy.

"Uh!   Mmmmm."  Britney moaned and purred as she felt George's mouth close on her pussy, his tongue spreading her lips and poking inside her.  It felt different than having Derek's finger, or hers, inside her.  The tongue was softer, wetter.  Britney felt the juices start to run through her pussy.

Maybe it was just because the girl was so young and innocent, but George thought Britney's pussy was the sweetest he'd ever tasted.  As he ran his tongue up and down along her slit, he knew he was going to have to fuck her soon or he'd go crazy.  But he wanted to make sure he made her cum first.

Britney leaned back, closed her eyes, and let the feeling of George's tongue on her pussy carry her away.  Up and down her slit, flicking in and out between her lips.  Then it charged upward, hit the bud that sat at the top of her slit.

"Ahhh!  God, yes!"  It was like the first time she'd touched it herself, but different somehow, more intense.  Maybe because it was a tongue instead of a finger.  Maybe just that it was someone else doing it.

Licking the little girl's clit got the reaction that George was looking for.  Now he attacked it with his tongue, lashing it.  He flicked his tongue against her clit over and over, fast and quick, and felt her body respond.

Britney began to gasp as George's tongue worked over her bud.  She reached down and gripped his hair with her hands, pulling his face tightly against her pussy.  She was beginning to feel like she had when she'd played with herself while Kylie had showed where to touch herself.  Then George's mouth closed over her bud, sucking on it, and the climax hit Britney.

"Oh god!  Yes!  Uh... uh... uh...  Aaaahhh!"  The spasms started in Britney's pussy, then tore through her entire body.  The muscles in her lower belly clenched.  Her shoulders shot up off the bed.  Her thighs clamped together around Georges' head.  She twitched, once, then again, and again.  Finally, she collapsed back onto the bed, mewling like an animal.  As good as her first orgasm had been when she'd played with herself along with Kylie, this was better.  Much better.

George pulled himself up, hovered over Britney's still-quivering body.

"Do you want more?"  He certainly hoped so.  If he had to quit here, he'd lose his mind for sure.

"Yes!   God, yes!  I want you to do it to me!"  Britney's eyes were wide, her breath still coming in gasps.

"You want me to do what to you?"  George was in a playful mood, teasing.

"You know what!"

"Maybe I don't.  Or maybe I just want you to say it.  Tell me what you want me to do!"

"I want you to..."  In spite of what she'd been doing lately, talking dirty was still something Britney had trouble with.

"To what?  Come on, baby, say it!"

"FUCK ME!"  Britney forced it out, almost a scream.  That was all George needed.

George pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy lips, then forced just the head inside her virgin hole.  He groaned as he felt the lips of her pussy grip his cockhead tightly.  She was as tight as anyone he'd ever had, and he suddenly worried if he'd even fit inside the thirteen-year-old.

Britney groaned and moaned as she felt the head of George's cock enter her.  She was breathing in gasps now.  This was a lot bigger than anything she'd ever had inside her.  But she didn't care.  She had to know what it was like.

"You ready for this?"  George wanted to make sure the little girl really wanted it.  He wasn't about to force anyone into sex.

"Yes, do it to me.  Fuck me!"  With that, George drove himself into Britney's pussy in one vicious stroke.  His cock felt like it was being held in a vise, her pussy was so tight.

"GOD!!!!"  Britney sucked in a huge breath, then felt it explode out of her as she felt George's cock rip her open.  The walls of her pussy were forced apart, violently, and she felt pain knife through her as her hymen was shredded.  "Ohhhh, that really hurts!"

It had been a long time, but George was no stranger to virgins.  "Hold still, try to relax and see if the pain will ease up.  I don't want to hurt you."  As George looked down at Britney's face, he saw tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.  "Do you want to stop and not do this?"

"No!  You have to ... fuck me!"  Britney had gone too far to stop now.  And George could no longer wait.  He saw Britney's face begin to relax, felt her pussy pulsing around his cock, and he began to fuck her.  Long, slow strokes at first, getting her used to having a cock inside her, then, as he felt her start to respond, shorter, quicker, more violent thrusts, the kind intended to bring a woman to a screaming orgasm.

Britney felt her pussy begin to relax around George's dick as he moved it in an out of her.  She was filled with new experiences.  The way her belly felt filled up by George's cock.  The sensation of her pussy opening to take his cock in, then shrinking back again as he pulled back out of her.  Her entire body vibrating as his cock drove all the way into her, and his pelvis crushed against the bud that gave her so much pleasure.  She stared into his eyes, her breath deepening with each stroke of his cock up the entire length of her pussy.  Britney slowly realized that she wasn't a virgin any more.  That she would never again feel the exquisite pain of having her cherry popped.  And somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that there would be many more pleasures, some mixed with equal amounts of pain, to take the place of this one.

Britney felt the spasms overcoming her again.  Her pussy squeezed George's cock, while her legs locked together around his hips, trapping him inside her.  Her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders.  Her belly and chest pushed hard against his, needing to feel as much of his body against her as she could.

"GOD!!!  FUCK!!!  YES!!!  Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!!!"  Britney's body convulsed against George's as the orgasm shook her.  If he hadn't held her tightly, she'd have been thrashing all over the bed.  And the pulsing of Britney's pussy around his cock was all George needed to send him over the edge.  He felt his balls tighten, then twitch, and stream after stream of cum shot out into Britney's unprotected pussy.

Britney's orgasm intensified as she felt George's cum flood her pussy.  Since her pussy was already filled with his cock, his semen squeezed around his cock, some oozing out past her pussy lips onto the bed.  Still more forced its way through her cervix and into her womb.  Britney was completely filled now, by George's cock and his cum, and she couldn't think of anything that could be better.  She looked up at George, who was still staring at her face.

"Did I do okay?"  She was still afraid she might not be good enough.

"God, baby, you were great!  I've never had anything better.  Did it feel good to you?"

"God, yes!  I want your dick in me all the time!"

*****

ne. When something like that happened, she'd come to me, and I'd talk her through it.

*****

I'd noticed Jessica right away when they had moved in a couple of years before. She was about 5'6”, not all that much shorter than me, with long brunette hair with a few blond streaks. She had a lovely face, perfectly shaped with just a hint of freckles, and a body that I'd kill for – breasts that were big, but with no sag, and curves in all other right places. She also had a sparkle in her eye that said she'd be incredible fun in the right situation. Not that I'd ever have a chance to find out about that...not only was she married (and her husband Pete was a lot bigger than me), but I'm also old enough to be her father. We'd been casual friends since they had moved in, but I never thought it would go any farther.

*****

The first time I'd had a long conversation with her had been about six months ago. I'd run into into the hallway then, and she looked like she'd been crying. I said, “Hey, girl, are you all right?” She surprised me by blurting out, “Pete can be such an ass sometimes!” “What happened?” “He found some text messages on my phone between me and Jeff, and he got all jealous. God! It's not like I had sex with him or anything; I didn't even kiss him. We just talked, and went to a movie together.”

“Well,” I said, “you've got to look at it from Pete's angle. He's got a wife who's really hot, and he's probably worried about what you do when he's gone on those business trips. He really never struck me as being a guy with a lot of self-confidence, either, so I imagine he's insecure about holding on to you. Finding messages from another man can't help.”

Jessie gave me a strange look, half puzzled and half excited. “Do you really think I'm hot?” “Of course, you're beautiful and sexy.” She blushed, and spoke very softly, “I never really thought I was that attractive.”

“Well, you are, so quit worrying about it. Hey, do you want to come in and have a beer – you look like you could stand to relax a little bit. And you shouldn't have to worry about Pete getting jealous of an old man like me.” She grinned. “That sounds like a great idea!” We slipped into my apartment and spent the next hour and a half sitting next to each other on the couch drinking beer and talking. About her insecurities – her weight (she was just right, but wouldn't believe it) and her age. She'd be 30 on her next birthday, and was worried about getting old. I laughed about that, since my last birthday made 55 for me. Laughing turned out to be a mistake. “So you think I'm just being silly to worry about getting old?” I put my hand on her shoulder, and said gently, “Of course not. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. But look at me – people have been telling me all my life that the next big birthday is the one that's really going to make me feel old, and it hasn't happened yet. You've probably got nothing to worry about.”

“But you're a man. That's different. Guys all want young chicks, not middle aged women.” I answered, “There are plenty of men who like women with a little experience.” I noticed that my hand was still on her shoulder, and I moved it as unobtrusively as I could, because I also noticed that sitting next to Jessie that long had made my dick start to get hard, and that was not a good thing. I thought I was saved from embarrassment when Jessie looked at her watch and yelped, “Uh oh, I gotta go!” She stood up to leave, and when I stood up, she gave me a big hug. “Shit,” I thought, “please don't feel what's in my pants!” If she did, she didn't say anything. With a sigh of relief I walked into the bathroom and pulled my stiff cock out of my pants. I closed my eyes and pictured Jessie naked and writhing under me as I jerked off until I shot a huge load of cum into the toilet.

*****

Since then the scene had been repeated frequently. About once a week, usually, but not always, when Pete was out of town, Jessica would come to my apartment and we'd drink beer and talk. I'd become a father figure to her The visits always ended with her giving me a hug, and me hoping she didn't notice that she'd given me a huge hard-on. And then I'd head for the bathroom to take out my frustrations.

*****

This time, after she giggled at her joke about temptations, she got very serious, and said, “Mike, I've got a really big favor to ask you. Can we go inside? I don't want Pete to hear us talking about this if he comes out.”

We headed into my apartment, with me wondering what kind of favor Jessie needed. I was puzzled, and a little worried, since I didn't have any idea what she might want. As soon as we got the door closed, Jessie said, “Mike, I'm really embarrassed to ask you this, but do you think you could lend me some money?” I laughed. Jessie looked offended, and said in a hurt-little-girl's voice, “It's not funny. I really need some help.” I stopped laughing. “Sorry, girl. It's just that I'm relieved that's all it is. I was seriously afraid you were going to ask me to do something like kill somebody. If it's just money, that's no problem at all. How much do you need?” That broke the tension; Jess laughed herself and said, “Uh, I could really use a couple of hundred. And I don't know when I'll be able to pay you back.” She looked sheepish, not sure if she asking for way too much. I knew she and Pete had been having some financial problems – that was one of the things she talked to me about. I reassured her, “That's cool, 200 is fine. You pay me back when you can, don't worry about it. Do you want cash?” She said, “Yeah, that would be best.” “OK, I'll have to run to the ATM and get the cash out. When do you want to pick it up.” She looked conspiritorial. “Pete is going to play golf with his buddies this afternoon at 2:00. I could come by then and get it.”

I got another hug as she left, and had to make a trip to bathroom before I headed for the ATM.

*****

Jessie was right on time to pick up the money, and was still apologetic about having to ask for the loan. “Hey, I'm just glad I can help you out. You're about the closest thing to family that I've got.” Which was the truth. “Well, I will pay you back, I just don't know when,” she insisted. “OK, like I said, don't worry about it.”

Jessie reached for me to give me goodbye hug, except this time something was different. I don't know if she pressed closer against me than usual, or if she finally decided to admit to feeling what was pressing against her belly, but this time she looked down and said, “Hey, what's that?”

Oh, shit, this was not going to be good! I tried to be lighthearted about it. “You're a married woman, I shouldn't have to explain it to you!” Jessie looked into my eyes and smiled. I felt her hand close over the front of my jeans.

“What...what are you doing?” I couldn't believe this.

“You just did something nice for me, I want to do something nice for you.”

Jessie dropped to her knees in front of me, and quickly undid my belt and opened my jeans. She pulled down my pants and shorts, and my cock popped out, pointed straight at her face. “Mmmm, nice,” she said. I figured she was just being polite – my dick's OK, but no monster. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and started stroking it. If I hadn't already shot one load earlier in the day I'd have probably exploded as soon as she touched me, but I was able to have a little control. I was afraid to say anything for fear I'd break the spell and find out it was all just another fantasy. It was no fantasy, though, when she leaned her head down, flicked her tongue out, and ran it over the head of my cock. I shivered, and moaned like I'd been shot. I was breathing hard now. Jessie pushed her hand back to the base of my cock, and slipped the head into her mouth, sucking lightly. “Oh shit, girl, that is so good!” That seemed to encourage her, as she began to bob her head up and down on my cock, taking about half of it into her mouth with each stroke, her hand moving in time on the base of my dick. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, so I let her know. “Honey, if you keep that up, I'm going to come in your mouth!” She didn't seem to mind that idea. Jessie pulled her hand away from my cock and sucked the whole thing into her mouth. I felt her nose bump against my belly, and her throat spasmed around the head of my cock as it bottomed out in her mouth. “Fuck yes, suck it baby!” As Jessie pulled back, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked so hard I felt like my balls were going to shoot right out my cock. I knew this was it. Grunting, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it against me as I shoved my cock into her mouth all the way. I felt her throat close over the head of my cock again, and I gasped out, “Shit, I'm going to come!” My body shook as my balls emptied themselves through my cock into Jessie's mouth and throat. I was still holding her face against my crotch, and I could feel her throat working as she swallowed the spurt after spurt of semen I poured into her. Finally, with a gasp, I finished, and Jessie let my shrinking cock slip out of her mouth.

I didn't know if I should say anything, and was too worn out to say much anyway. Jessie didn't say a word. She stood up, looked me in the eye, smiled sweetly, and walked out with my $200 in her pocket. After she left, I leaned back against the door, panting, and thought, “This is going to be a real problem.”

*****

Part 2

I didn't see Jessica for a couple of days after that, and started to worry if what had happened might ruin a good friendship. When we finally ran into each other in the hallway, though, she acted the same way she always had. It was almost like nothing had happened at all, and that worried me a bit, too. Pretending that it hadn't happened probably wouldn't be the healthiest way of handling things.

People tell me I worry too much. They're probably right. A few days later Jessie appeared at my door with a six-pack of beer, saying, "Pete's out of town for a couple of days, so I need some company." We spent the evening curled up on the couch at my apartment, watching a movie and talking. I wound up giving Jessie advice on how to handle a guy at work who didn't know what to make of her innocent flirting and was dropping hints about wanting to have an affair. She was giving me advice on how to find a woman so that I wouldn't have to spend my nights alone. Things were back to normal. Yeah...right...

*****

I ran into Jessie in the hallway a couple of days before her birthday, which would be her 30th.

"Big birthday plans?" I asked.

"No, not really. Nothing going on."

"What? It's your 30th birthday, you've got to do something.

"Oh, Pete's leaving tomorrow again, and he's going to be gone for at least a week, so we can't do anything. I guess everybody else figures I'll be doing something special with him, 'cause nobody's said a thing."

I couldn't let her celebrate an important birthday like that alone. "Do you want to go out to dinner?"

"Really? That sounds great!"

"I'll make reservations."

*****

Jessica's birthday was on Friday, and we headed to the restaurant about 7:00. I'd made reservations at a place that had great food, but wasn't so fancy that you had to dress up; neither of us was crazy about that idea.

We had a couple of drinks and a nice dinner, talking about mutual friends and our respective jobs. We finished off with dessert. No birthday cake, no singing of Happy Birthday by the restaurant staff. Jessie had warned me in no uncertain terms about that before we left.

Back at the apartment building, we reached my place first as we walked down the hall. I unlocked the door, and waited for my usual hug, but Jessie didn't do anything. I shrugged mentally, said, "Goodnight, hope you had a good time," opened the door and walked into my apartment. Jessie still hadn't said a word, but she walked inside with me. I don't know what I expected, but I sure wasn't prepared for what happened next.

When we were both inside, Jessie closed and locked the door, then leaned back against it, reached out and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me to her, and began kissing me. Her tongue was in my mouth, and her hands were on my ass, pressing her pelvis against mine. Needless to say, my cock was getting bigger and harder by the second. I knew I should be pulling away, but it just wasn't going to happen. I moved my hands in between us and squeezed Jessie's breasts, then move one hand down between her legs. I rubbed her through the crotch of her jeans first, and, as I did, I felt one of Jessie's hands slip inside my jeans, and inside my shorts. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and began stroking. I slid my hand up and then inside the waistband of her jeans, down into her panties, through her pubic hair to the lips of her pussy. I rubbed, then curled a finger up inside her; Jessie moaned around my tongue, and her hand quickened its strokes on my cock. It felt like I was back in high school, making out with one of my fist girlfriends.

We kept up our kissing and manual service for a minute or two, then Jessie pulled her mouth away from mine and almost growled, "I want you cock in me!"

I pulled my hand out of her pants and began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, and she did the same with mine. She pushed my jeans and shorts down just far enough to free my cock. I wiggled her jeans and panties down until they slipped down around her ankles.

Jessie reached out, grabbed my cock, and pulled me against her, guiding my cock to her pussy. She pushed the head of my cock inside her, then moved her hand away, and I drove forward, burying myself in her with one thrust.

"Yessss! That's it!" Jessie's pelvis moved in time with mine as I began fucking her. I was holding her against the door, and every time I humped forward, her ass banged against the door, making it rattle. I was actually afraid a neighbor would hear and thing there was a fight going on, but it didn't seem to bother Jessie, who was gasping, moving against me harder and faster. Her hands were on my hips, and she was pulling me to her, shoving my cock into her pussy. It felt like she was wanted to take my entire body inside her. I could feel her, smell her, taste her. I'd never been with a woman who acted so wild, and I knew I couldn't last much longer.

Suddenly, Jessie threw her head back against the door. "Oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Uh, uh, uh! Aaaiiieee!" Jessie's scream was almost frightening as her body spasmed with her orgasm.

Her pussy clamped onto my cock, and that was enough to send me over the edge to one of my most intense orgasms ever, my cum bursting into Jessie's cunt in half a dozen spurts that left me spent and resting my hands against the door for support.

As we finished, Jessie bent down, pulled up her jeans, smiled sweetly at me and said, "Thanks."

Then she turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving me feeling like I had just been turned into the world's most lifelike dildo. I wasn't sure exactly what Jessie's game was, but I had a feeling I'd better find out pretty soon or it wasn't going to turn out well.

lot lately, and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it.  I'd have walked out, but I wasn't going to leave Tamara with her.  Our daughter was 16, although she looked younger because she was small, only about 5'2”, and slim.  She had long blond hair, and an was absolutely gorgeous, if a father can be permitted some pride in his child.

When we arrived, Kelly, Tamara's friend, answered the door.  She was Tamara's age, but a bigger girl;  about my height (which isn't saying that much, I'm only 5'6”) with shoulder-length, dirty-blond hair, gray eyes, and a great body – nice-size round boobs, slim waist, and flaring hips leading to a round ass.  She was wearing a white peasant blouse (they were making a comeback again), with jeans and sandals.  “Hi Michael, Mary.”  She was just about the only one who ever called me “Michael” instead of Mike.  As we walked in, I felt Kelly's had brush against mine.  It had to be an accident, but that didn't matter – it was all I needed to bring my cock to attention.  Honestly, it doesn't take much lately, with my wife spending more time with the bottle than with me, and Kelly is hot.  All it meant, though, was that I was going to have to sit funny for the rest of the night, and I could add another fantasy to my catalog.

Kelly took us inside and introduced us to her mother, Sandy, who didn't look at all like Kelly.  In her late thirties, Sandy was about the same size and build as Kelly, but had short dark hair and brown eyes, and was wearing wire-rimmed glasses.  Kelly and Tamara wandered off  to talk while Sandy greeted us with "Hi, nice to meet both of you.  Kelly's told me a lot about you two.  Come and meet the rest of the crowd.  We're still waiting for the last couple of folks; would you like something to drink?  I've got beer, wine, or soda."

"I'll have some wine," Mary said, which got her a nasty look from me.  Of course, she didn't care, and it wouldn't matter much, she was already pretty well fried by then.  Fortunately, she wasn't the kind who makes a big scene when she's been drinking.  "Beer sounds good to me," I added.  I don't drink much, but I figured a beer or two would make the evening go faster.  We settled in as Sandy went to get our drinks.  As I scanned the room, I noticed Tamara and Kelly over in the corner talking, giggling, and periodically looking over at us.  I figured they were probably talking about Mary being smashed again.  I know Tamara talked to Kelly about that, and Kelly regularly let Tamara know about her latest run-ins with her mother.  Kelly had a boyfriend who was a bit wild for Sandy's taste, and according to Tamara there was a running battle between them about it.

Before long the rest of the guests showed up and things got started.  The night was about as boring as I thought, but everything went smoothly.  Mary remained pleasantly drunk and didn't say much, and even found a couple of things to buy (the product of the night turned out to be a variety of housewares).  Sandy sold enough to make her happy.  Tamara and Kelly managed to visit enough to keep from getting bored.  The rest of the faceless horde that attended seemed to be pleased with the proceedings.  And I managed to stay awake.  The only odd thing was that both Sandy and Kelly seemed to spend a lot of time looking at me.  I wrote it off as my imagination.  The lack of attention from my wife must really be starting to get to me; now I'm starting to hallucinate.

*****

The following Friday I was looking forward (if you can call it that) to a night at home alone.  Mary was out of town for a few days, visiting relatives in the Bay Area.  Considering the amount of attention I'd had from her recently, her being gone wasn't going to change my life much.  Tamara was going out with friends after school, and had let me know in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't be back until very late, and might not be back until the next morning.  Luckily, she's a smart kid, very mature for her age, and I trust her not to get into anything she wouldn't know how to handle.  Not something I could say for most girls her age.

I had stopped to eat dinner, and was on the way home when I remembered that I needed to get some cigarettes.  I pulled into the mini-mart across the street from our apartment complex, and as I got out of the car I heard a familiar voice, in a surprised tone.  "Michael, how are you?"  I turned and saw Kelly walking up behind me, looking hot as ever, wearing, as it turned out, the same peasant blouse and jeans she'd had on at the sales party.  "Hey, Kelly, what's up?"

"Is Tamara at home?"

"No, she's out running around with some friends of hers.  I'm on my own tonight."  Not sure why I added that last part.  

"Damn.  I had another fight with my mother and wanted to come over and hang out with her until Mom calms down enough so I can go home."  She looked desperate, more than I would have expected in the situation.  Tamara had said that she tended to get carried away with things.

"Boyfriend's not available?"  I knew she had one from what Tamara had told me.

"Asshole's available all right!  He can stay available for all I care!"  Kelly obviously had more on her mind than just a fight with her mother.

I know better.  Really, I do.  But I said it anyway.  "You can over to my place to chill out for a while until it's cool for you to go home.  Just because Tamara's not home doesn't mean you're not welcome."

"God, that would be so awesome, Michael.  Thank you!"

"Hang on a minute while I run in and grab some smokes."

"Oh, could you get me some, too?  I'm almost out, and lately they've been checking IDs, so I don't know if they'll sell them to me."

"Sure.  Wait in the car, I'll be right back."

*****

When we got to the apartment, we settled in on the couch in front of the TV.  I told Kelly to find something she wanted to watch.  I don't watch a lot of TV and wasn't feeling too particular about what was on.  She settled on something that looked like an off-the-wall stoner comedy on one of the movie channels.

Kelly suddenly asked, "Michael, do you mind I smoke a joint to relax?"

"Sure, go ahead."  I wasn't surprised the Kelly would be a dope-smoker - Tamara had talked about her wild side.  And I certainly don't care if someone gets high, although I tend to stay away from it myself these days.

Kelly pulled a large joint and a lighter out of her purse, and fired up.  After taking a long hit, she offered the joint to me.  "No thanks. I don't really do that any more."

"Oh come on, Michael, don't be a wuss.  Besides, I don't like to get loaded by myself.  It makes me paranoid, and I'm not a lot of fun when I'm like that."

I could certainly understand that attitude.  Back in my days of regular dope smoking, I didn't like toking alone, either, and I was real familiar with the paranoia side of the Evil Weed.  It was against my better judgment (there seemed to be a lot of that tonight), but the next time Kelly passed the joint I took it and sucked in a huge lung-full.  I held it in as long as I could, then let the smoke go with a gasp, leaned back on the couch, and relaxed.

"Wow, Michael, that didn't look like you don't do that anymore.  I thought you were never going to blow it out!"

"Some things you just never forget, my dear."  I knew it was a little soon to actually be feeling any effects from the pot, but I was starting to relax.  So was Kelly.  We were both kind of slumped on the couch, almost close enough that our shoulders were touching.

After we'd each had a couple more hits off the joint, I saw Kelly licking her lips.  I was well and truly stoned by now, and seeing Kelly's tongue flick over her lips struck me as being the single sexiest thing I'd ever witnessed.  (Did I mention that I was absolutely wasted?)  "Cottonmouth?" I asked her.  "Yeah, could I get something to drink?  Just water would be good."  She then popped up off the couch and announced, "I gotta go pee."  I admired her ass as she walked away toward the bathroom, and realized that I'd forgotten just exactly how horny smoking dope made me.  As I felt my dick starting to rise, I almost wished that Kelly would get bored and leave, so I could head for the bathroom and take care of myself.

I got back to the couch with a bottle of water first and plopped back down where I'd been, putting the water on the table.  When Kelly reappeared from the bathroom, she picked up the water and took big drink before sitting down, then slid back onto the couch...almost where she'd been before.  This time she was just enough farther to one side that her shoulder was pressed against mine.  That wasn't going to help my condition a bit.

I spent the next few minutes concentrating on what to do about my expanding dick.  I reached one of those states you hit when you're stoned where you really don't notice anything outside of yourself.  I had some peripheral sense of Kelly moving around on the couch for a few seconds, then I could feel her shoulder leaning against mine again, but otherwise I had no idea what was going on outside my head.  I was trying to think about my options...Excuse myself and head for the bathroom with Kelly sitting there...Tell her that I'd forgotten that I had something important to do and she'd have to leave...Run screaming from the apartment and throw myself off the balcony...  The last one didn't sound too bad, but I was afraid they'd find me with my dick still standing up.

Kelly's voice pulled me back to reality.  "God, that is totally hot!  Don't you think so, Michael?"  As I slowly returned to the real world, I became aware that not only was Kelly pressed up against me, her head was resting on my shoulder.  She was holding the remote in her hand, and staring transfixed at the TV.  I followed her gaze, and was transfixed at what I saw on the screen.  One girl with her head buried between another's legs, while a man was ramming his (very large) cock into the first girl's pussy.  Kelly had managed to find one of my porn movies on the DRV  I looked back over at Kelly.  She gave me a wicked smile, said, "Too bad there are only two of us, huh?" and lifted her face toward mine.  I had a choice to make.  I hadn't made a good one yet tonight, why should this time be any different?

Kelly's lips pressed against mine and parted.  I slid my tongue into her mouth; she sucked it in and rolled her tongue around mine as I slipped my arm around her shoulders.  She tasted sweet.  Her hand fell into my lap.  When she felt the bulge in my jeans, she asked, "Did I do that, or was it the movie?"  I chuckled and replied, "That was all you, honey!"  She said, "Good!" and moved her open mouth back to mine.  Out tongues rolled over each other, and mine searched out every corner of her mouth, slipping back toward her throat, then exploring the line of her teeth.  Kelly's hand was still in my lap, and she'd started undoing my belt.  I moved one hand up under her blouse, let my fingers trail over the skin of her belly as I slid the hand up to her chest.  She gasped lightly as my fingers brushed her belly, breaking off the kiss again.  This time when I lowered my mouth back to her, I went to her throat instead of her mouth.  Another gasp from Kelly as my tongue traced the outline of her jaw, then slid down along her throat.  By now she had my belt unbuckled, and was in the process of unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans.  My hand reached Kelly's breast, and she moaned, almost a purr, as I squeezed her through her bra.  "Mmmmm...It fastens in front."  As I worked on the catch of the bra, Kelly finished with my jeans, and I felt her push down my shorts, freeing my cock.  She wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking slowly, at the same time purring, "Mmmmm, nice."  I was thinking the same thing as I felt her fingers moving up and down my dick.  Meanwhile, I'd finished getting her bra undone, and my had closed directly on the skin of her breast.  At the same time, my tongue reached the hollow at the base of her throat.  I licked lightly, then pressed my lips against her skin, kissed her, then began to suck on her throat.  "Oh, god, yeah, Michael!  I love it!!"  Kelly's breath was already coming in gasps.  After a few seconds, she mewled, "Please, Michael, suck on my tits like that!"

I shifted us around on the couch so that Kelly was lying back against one arm, and I was sort of crouched over her.  I pulled her blouse up over her head and off, and she shrugged out of her bra, leaving her big, firm breasts completely free.  I lowered my head to her chest, first burying my face between her breasts, licking between them, then circling first one, then the other, with my tongue.  Finally, I started from the bottom of her left breast and licked up, toward the nipple, which was small, brown, and hard as my cock.  When I reached the nipple, I licked then closed my lips over it, sucking it into my mouth.  Kelly's breathing was getting heavier and more ragged.  I began to slide one hand down her belly, feeling her muscles twitch under my fingertips.  As my hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans, I switched my mouth to her other breast.  Kelly's hips bucked as my hand entered moved into her jeans and then slid inside her panties.  While my fingers wiggled through her soft bush of pubic hair, Kelly was clawing at the button and zipper of her jeans, trying to get out of them.  When my fingertips reached her slit, Kelly gave up on the jeans, spreading her legs to give me access to her pussy.  I pushed my middle finger hard into her pussy.  "Oh god, yes!  Oh fuck!"

I finger-fucked her slowly for a few seconds, listening to her gasps, and feeling her hips thrusting up against my hand.  I took my mouth away from her nipple, and whispered into her ear, "Do you like that. baby?"  Her voice was raspy and weak.  "Yes.  God,  Michael, it feels so good!  Don't stop!"  "This should be even better."

I went back to sucking on her nipple, and slipped my finger back out of her pussy, moving it to top of her slit.  As my finger found Kelly's clit, her hips started to buck, and she began to moan.  "Oooohhhh, aaaahhhh!"  I brought my thumb down against my finger, and pinched her clit between them.  At the same time I sucked her nipple between my teeth and bit down.  That was all it took.  Kelly's entire body went into spasms.  "Oh god!  Oh god!  Oh god!  I'm cumming!  AAAAHHHH!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  Finally, Kelly went limp and lay back on the couch panting and moaning a little.  I stood up over her, my cock still pointing out.  Kelly looked up at me and whimpered, "God, Michael, I want you to fuck me, right now!"

I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked out of my jeans.  Then I put my hands on Kelly's waist and pulled off her jeans and panties in one motion.  Kelly was looking at me with a combination of lust and need that was almost indescribable.  Now completely naked, she spread her legs and licked her lips in invitation.  I hadn't said a word since Kelly had cum.  I pushed her back onto the couch, and climbed on on top of her.  She reached down, wrapped her hand around my cock, and guided it to her opening.  I bucked my hips forward and drove into her in a single thrust.  Her pelvis jerked up against mine, and she almost growled in the back of her throat, "I like it rough.  Fuck me real hard!"  I started doing exactly that, with long, strong strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her, then burying myself back inside her.  I could feel her rounded belly pushing against mine, and her big, firm breasts flattening against my chest.  Kelly had her head thrown back over the arm of the couch, and the sight of that, and the sound of her heavy breathing, drove me even harder.  I pushed one of her legs up over the back of the couch, and put my hand down along her leg, reaching for her anus with my finger.  When my fingertip brushed against her sphincter, Kelly hissed, "Yesssss!" and I pushed the first joint inside her ass.  "Oooohhhh!"  Her moan was almost unearthly.  I began finger-fucking her ass in rhythm with my cock-thrusts into her pussy.  Kelly's head began to flop back and forth on the arm of the couch, and she was letting out short, sharp gasps.  "Ahh.  Ahh.  Ahh."  She was close now, and so was I.

I felt Kelly's pelvis and belly start to twitch and I was sure she was ready.  Pulling back as far as  possible while staying inside her, I slammed back into her as hard as I could; at the same time I reached as deep into her ass as my finger would go.  "Oooohhhh fuuuuck!"  Kelly thrashed under me as her orgasm washed over her.  Her fingers clawed at my back.  The muscles of her pussy spasmed around my cock, sending me over the edge, as my balls poured their load out through my cock and into Kelly.  I ground my pelvis against her clit, and wiggled my finger inside her ass.  Kelly twitched and gasped in the throes of her orgasm for about thirty seconds before almost collapsing.  We lay there panting, me still on top of her, my dick slowly shrinking and slipping out of her.

After what seemed like hours, Kelly finally spoke.  "God, Michael, that was incredible.  I guess older guys really are better."

"Well, there is something to be said for experience."

Then Kelly said something that put the capper on just how stupid I had been all night.  "Boy is Tamara going to be pissed.  She's going to kill me."

I squirmed more than a little at the thought of that.  "Kelly, if you tell Tamara, or anybody else, about this, you're not going to be the one that's dead!"

*****

Part 2

I spent the next week in a paranoid haze, watching for any sign from Tamara that Kelly had told her about what had happened that night.  As the days went by and Tamara didn't give any indication that she knew, I slowly began to relax.  I hadn't seen Kelly since the night of our dope-smoking, hard-fucking tryst, and Mary hadn't suddenly decided to start showing affection again, so I turned my attention elsewhere.  There was really nothing sexual about it, but I started to develop a friendship with a woman named Diana, who worked with me.  She was in her mid-thirties, just a few years younger than I was, and had two kids, a boy who was twelve and a six-year-old girl.  She also had the same sort of spouse trouble that I had, except in the case of her husband it was prescription painkillers instead of booze.  He was basically useless, and she was getting tired of it.  Somewhere along the line she'd heard me mention that Mary had a drinking problem, so she asked me one day how I handled it.  The answer, of course, was that most of the time I didn't, at least not very well, but over the next week or so we talked about out problems just about every day, usually over lunch.  I hadn't  noticed any sexual attraction on either side.  Diana was pretty, with a narrow, soft-featured face, pale skin, and shoulder-length blond hair (which she let me know came out of a bottle) and the body you'd expect from a woman her age who'd had two kids - a little more rounded than it had been when she was younger.  I liked her and found her attractive, but that was about it.  And, of course, we were both married, although neither of us was feeling particularly good about the relationships.

It was a Friday, a couple of weeks after the incident with Kelly, and I was spending the afternoon training Diana on a new piece of software.  (Did I mention that I'm in charge of the computer systems?)  We sat next to each other, fairly close because we both needed to be able to see the computer monitor.  As I walked her through the new program, she leaned closer to see what I was doing, and I felt her knee bump against mine.  I expected her to move it, but she didn't; she kept it pressed against me.  That probably should have made me feel uncomfortable, but it didn't.  I actually relaxed more.  Well, most of me relaxed.  One part was starting to be anything but relaxed.  As the training went on, Diana actually moved closer to me, so her thigh was up against mine.  We were close enough that I noticed that Diana smelled exactly like my first girlfriend.  Our hands brushed over each other a couple of times when I moved the mouse.  Then Diana shifted again to get a better look at the monitor, and I felt her breast against my arm.  Again, she didn't make any attempt to move away.  I glance over at her - she was looking intently at the computer screen, but her lips were parted, and the tip of her tongue was running lightly over them.  By now, my dick was screaming for mercy.  It came, but not the kind I really wanted, when Diana suddenly yelped "Uh oh!  It's five; I've got to clock out, they won't pay me for overtime!"  She popped up, said, "I'll see you on Monday," and headed out of the office.  Damn.

I was particularly pissed that things had ended the way they had because I was going to be alone that night.  Mary had out of the blue decided to actually act like a mother for a change and had left that morning with Tamara for a long weekend of shopping in the Bay Area.  They wouldn't be back until Monday night.  Oh, well, at least I'd be able to play with myself in private.

That was exactly what I was planning to do later that evening as I settled in on the couch.  I had my shirt off and my jeans open.  I had just pulled my cock out of my shorts and given it a good pull, thinking about Diana leaning against me in the office that afternoon, when there was a knock on the door.  "Who the fuck could that be?"  I tucked my dick back into my pants so I could walk to the door and check it out.  I looked out the peephole, and there stood Kelly, in a very tight, tank top that barely covered her boobs, and the lowest-cut pair of jeans I'd ever seen.  I seriously was not sure whether to thank or curse the gods.

I opened the door (still not making good decision where Kelly was concerned) and said, "Hi, Kelly.  Tamara's not home."  I didn't really think that would work, but it was worth a shot.

Kelly walked right past me into the apartment as she said, "I know.  She told me she was going out of town."

Once inside, Kelly closed and locked the door, turned around to face me, wrapped her arms around me, and stuck her tongue in my mouth.  I never had a chance.

After a few seconds, Kelly broke off the kiss, looked at me and said, "I want to suck your cock."

She was looking at me with an almost pleading expression.  I laughed and said, "What, are you afraid I'm going to say 'No'?"

With that, she grinned and started digging through my jeans to get to my dick.  I might as well have just left it out.  Now she was kneeling in front of me, with my cock in her hand.  She held it up, and licked the length of the shaft, from the base up to the head, flicking her tongue over the tip, then taking just the head into her mouth and sucking lightly.  I was moaning as she repeated that process several times, then dropped her face to my balls, sucked one into her mouth, and began rolling it around with her tongue.  At the same time she was stroking my cock with her fingers.  I gasped out, "Keep that up and I'll blow all over the room!"

"Oh, no, you're not going to waste it!"  Kelly opened her mouth and took in my whole cock in one gulp,  not stopping until she gagged as it bumped against the back of her throat.  She began sucking slowly, pulling back, letting her tongue glide over the underside of my cock, until just the head was still in her mouth, then sucking and licking the head before sliding her mouth around the entire length again, until I could feel her nose bumping against my belly.

I reached my hands down on each side of Kelly's head and wound my fingers into her hair.  As I held her head, I started pumping my hips against her face, driving my cock into her mouth, at the same time pulling her head to me.  Kelly's hands were now free, and she wrapped her arms around my hips, helping pull me to her mouth.  I felt one of her hands on my ass.  One finger was sliding between my ass cheeks.  I felt it press against my anus, then she pushed lightly and her fingertip popped through my sphincter into my ass.  It felt like my cock grew an extra inch.  "Oh shit, baby, yeah!"  Kelly purred around my cock, making it even harder, if that was possible, and shoved her finger deeper into my ass.  It had been years since any woman had done that to me, and I'd forgotten what kind of effect it had on me.  I could barely control myself as my pelvis thrashed against Kelly's face, while she sucked me like no one I'd ever had before.

"Fuck, Kelly, I'm going to cum in your mouth!"  I no sooner had the words out than my cum exploded from my cock onto Kelly's tongue and down her throat.  She kept sucking, and finger-fucking my ass, until my knees started to shake and I let go of her hair.

I pulled her to her feet, mumbling, "Jesus, girl, where did you learn to do that?  Your turn now!"

I practically ripped her clothes off, and threw her down on the floor.  By now I was pretty sure that I couldn't be too rough with her, which was lucky, because I was in no mood or condition to be gentle.  With Kelly stretched out on the floor, I started my mouth on her throat, kissing and nipping gently with my teeth.  Kelly's breathing became shallow almost immediately, and she began to moan lightly.  I traced my tongue down her throat and in between her breasts, then spent a minute or so on each breast, licking around it, then wrapping my lips around each nipple in turn, sucking it, then biting lightly with my teeth.  This drew gasps from Kelly, who cradled my head in her hands as I moved farther down her body, licking around her rib cage, then down over her belly.  I ran my tongue into her belly button and swirled it around, causing the muscles in Kelly's belly to twitch.  "Uhhhh, yeah, that's good."

As I moved my mouth past her navel and my tongue traced the top of her pubic bush, I spread Kelly's legs out with my hands, her knees pointed out to either side.  I lowered my face to her pelvis, and my tongue licked over her pussy lips.  "Oooohhhh.  Mmmmmmm."  I licked the length of her slit from back to front, then over and over again.  As I did, I let my tongue slide back and flick against her anus.  As I licked, Kelly moaned.  Each time my tongue touched her ass, she gasped.  I laid my fingers against the lips of her pussy and slowly spread her open, then pressed my mouth against her gaping cunt and drove my tongue into her.

"Aaaahhh, yesss!  God!"  I tongue-fucked Kelly for several seconds as she moaned, then a slid my mouth up, flicking my tongue over her clit, and slipped first one, then a second, finger into her pussy.  My fingers became slippery as the moved in and out of her, and Kelly was gasping as my tongue rolled around her clit.  I pressed a third finger against the ring of her anus, and drove it inside, now finger-fucking both her holes.

"Uh...uh...uh."  Kelly's breath was short and ragged as I licked and fingered her.  Her pelvis was humping against me as her back arched up off the floor.  I knew she was getting close, so I intensified my attack, taking her clit between my lips and sucking on it.

"Oh, god, going to...Oh, fuck...cumming!"  Kelly's shoulders jerked up off the floor; her back arched; I could feel the muscles of her pussy and ass clamp around my fingers and then go into spasms.  "Aaaahhhh...Aaaahhhh...Aaaaiiiieeee!"  Kelly's body shook with her orgasm, then she collapsed back onto the floor panting.

My cock was long since hard as a rock again, and I moved up and lay on top of Kelly, guiding my cock to the lips of her pussy.  I slid into her with one thrust and began pumping her hard the way I had the first time we'd fucked.

"Oh my god...Oh my god," Kelly moaned several times.  Her pussy and clit were still so tender that she began to cum again within seconds, her body vibrating again, as she cried out, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her legs around my hips, pulling me tightly against as she came again.

When Kelly relaxed after this orgasm, I eased up, and began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, pulling back until just the head of my cock was in her, then pushing gently all the way back in until my pelvis rubbed against her clit.  I wanted to give her time to recuperate a little.  Kelly's breathing slowed down in time with my thrusts.  After some time, she began humping her pelvis back at me in time with my movements.  That was all I needed to start pumping faster again.  I was beginning to feel the stirrings in my balls that meant an explosion wasn't far off.  Kelly's breathing was shallow and ragged again, and she suddenly gasped out, "God, I'm going to cum again!"  I was hammering her pussy as hard and fast as I could now.

"Aaaahhh!  Uuuuhhhh!"  Then Kelly gave a strangled cry.  Her fingers dug into my back, her legs locked around my waist.  Kelly's entire body convulsed, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock.  That was all I needed.  With a grunt I slammed all the way into her and my balls started pumping my cum inside her.  As I came, Kelly's body suddenly stiffened, becoming almost rigid, then she slumped back onto the floor, with my semen still pouring into her.

When I finally finished, my cock, incredibly, didn't start to shrink.  It was still ready for action.  I looked down at Kelly and her face had the most wanton, lascivious look I've ever seen.

"I'm still hard.  You want to go again?"

Kelly nodded, still panting from last orgasm.

I gave her a wicked smile and said, "I want to fuck you in the ass."

"Oh, god, yes!  Do it!"  At that point I think she would have let me do just about anything to her.

I pulled my dripping cock out of her pussy, rolled her over, helped her get up on her hands and knees.  I positioned myself on my knees behind her, spread her ass cheeks apart, and pushed the head of my cock against the tight ring of her anus.  I leaned forward and popped just the head of my cock into her ass.  Kelly grunted, and I gasped as I felt her ass squeeze my cock-head.  I moved my hips forward slightly, pushing a little more of my cock into her ass, then pulled back until just the head was inside her.  With each stroke I moved deeper.  With each stroke, Kelly grunted and gasped as I opened up her ass.  Finally I bucked my hips forward, Kelly pushed her ass back against me, and my cock buried itself completely inside Kelly's ass.  Kelly moaned, "God, Michael, fuck my ass.  Hard, like you fuck my pussy."

I fucked her with hard, deep strokes, trying to reach deeper inside each time.  When I pulled back and her anal ring gripped the head of my cock, the feeling was incredible.  If I hadn't already cum twice I wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds.

I leaned over her back, and curled one hand around in front of her so I could rub her clit with my finger.  I wanted her to enjoy this as much as possible.  Kelly placed her hand over mine and shoved my finger harder against her clit.  Kelly worked in rhythm with, rocking her ass back against me as I drove into her, rocking her pelvis forward to grind her clit against my finger as I pulled back.

By now I could tell by Kellly's breathing when she was getting close to an orgasm, and there was definitely another one on the way.  She wasn't so much breathing now as gasping for breath, and I could feel her muscles start to shake.

"Oh...my...fucking...god!  I...aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh!"  As her latest orgasm washed over her, Kelly's arms and legs collapsed and she flopped face down on the floor, still gasping and grunting.  I went with, my cock driving to the hilt again in her ass, my balls banging against her pussy.  The feeling of being in her ass when her muscles spasmed during her orgasm was even more intense than feeling her pussy clenching my cock.  I exploded into her with a grunt, my semen washing up along the walls of her anal canal.  It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and when we were done, we simply lay there on the floor for several minutes, neither of us really in any condition to move.

"So," I said, when I finally found my voice again, "you wanna spend the weekend?"

cessary, and that was it. Except that for me that wasn't it. I couldn't forget how I'd felt when we'd accidentally touched while working on Friday, or the way she smelled. I kept looking for clues as to whether anything that happened had a similar affect on Diana, but there weren't any clues. And I wanted there to be.

Then, on Thursday as I was getting ready to leave, Diana stopped by my desk and said, "Hey, are you going to the party tomorrow night?" The office has a couple of parties a year, in the Summer and during the holidays. It was time for the Summer party, and I hadn't really even thought about it.

"I don't know, haven't really decided. With Mary the way she is I wouldn't want to bring her along."

"Yeah, that wouldn't be a good place for Chris, either. I was thinking about going alone, just to get out of the house and away from him for a while."

"I will if you will." I'm still not sure why I said that, but once it was out I couldn't take it back.

What really surprised me was when Diana smiled and said, "OK, see you there," as she headed out.

*****

The office was fairly deserted Friday afternoon. The staff who were involved in putting on the party were setting up the site, and quite a few other people had taken the afternoon off to get ready. Diana stopped by my desk about 3:00 and said, "You still planning to go tonight?"

"Yep, I'll be there. You?" I was afraid maybe she'd decided not to go.

"Oh yeah. I'm heading out now so I can get a little rest before hand. See you tonight!"

*****

The company had rented the banquet room of one of the better restaurants in town for the party. Dressing up wasn't required, which was fine by me. I wore my good black cowboy boots, nice jeans, and a white shirt. I got there early; the longer I was out of the house and away from my boozing wife, the better. I was relaxing with a beer when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"I should have known you'd wear the cowboy boots," Diana said with a giggle.

I turned around, and barely recognized the woman standing in front of me. She hadn't had a makeover, or anything like that. The face hadn't changed a bit. But her hair was no longer blond, it was a deep chestnut, and for some reason it made her look mysterious, and much sexier than she had as a blond. Shea was also wearing a dress, something she almost never did. It was nothing fancy, just a cream-colored Summer sun dress, but it was perfect. The color accented her complexion. The front scooped down just enough to reveal the tops of her breasts. The dressed hugged the curve of her belly just right. I stood speechless.

"Don't you like it?" Diana sounded crushed.

"Oh yeah, I like it!" I was maybe a little too enthusiastic. "I just wasn't expecting it. Is that more like your natural hair color?"

"Yeah, it's pretty close."

"Well you look great with that color. You might want to keep it that way. Need a drink?"

I slipped my arm through Diana's and took her off to get a glass of wine.

*****

After about an hour of eating, drinking, and visiting, Diana said, "Let's go outside for a while." I figured she wanted to have a cigarette, which would be fine with me. We walked out onto the enclosed patio off one end of the banquet room. Instead of pulling out a pack of smokes, Diana stood next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. I slipped my arm around her shoulders, and she sighed, then shifted slightly so her back was to me and she was leaning back against me. I wrapped both arms around her, resting my hands on the curve of her belly, and felt her press her ass hack against me.

After a minute or so, Diana turned to face me. Our eyes met, then our lips. As our tongues danced, Diana's hand went to the zipper of my jeans, opening it, reaching inside to stroke my cock. I pulled up the front of her skirt, pushed aside her panties, and ran a finger up inside her pussy. By now my cock was hard. Diana maneuvered it out through the zipper of my jeans, pulled me toward her, and said, "Come here. Now."

I pulled my finger out of her and let her replace it with dick. She guided me in, and I entered her with a single hard push. Diana gasped, then let out a long, contended sigh. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my hips, and I was holding her off the ground. I began fucking her with long, slow strokes, hearing a mixture of moans and gasps.

After a few minutes, Diana groaned, "Oh, god. Unh...Unh...Unh..." Her arms and legs clenched, pulling me tighter against her, and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. She gasped a couple of times, holding me tightly inside her, then relaxed, looked at me with a huge smile, and whispered, "Come in me."

I began stroking into her again and it was only seconds before I felt my balls tighten and I shot my cum into Diana's pussy while she purred softly in my ear. I relaxed. Diana let herself back down to a standing position. I looked around furtively to make sure we hadn't gathered an audience. Then we walked back to inside, holding hands until we reached the door. We couldn't let anyone see us holding hands; after all, we were both married.

My sex life certainly seemed to have picked up the past few weeks, but I couldn't shake the feeling that everything else had decided to leap into a very fast-moving handbasket.

*****

It didn't help much when I got home a couple of hours later and found Tamara and Kelly sitting on the couch watching TV together.

"Hi, dad, how was the party?"

"Hi, Michael."

"Hey girls. The party was pretty good. What's going on?"

Tamara answered. "Kelly's mother is out of town for the weekend, and she didn't want to stay home alone. Mom said it was OK for her to stay here."

"Sure. I'm going to sack out. Getting too old for a party after a full day of work." I tried to sound nonchalant, but I'm not sure I made it.

"We'll try not to make too much noise, Michael." Kelly had a wry smile on her face, and I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

*****

In the bedroom I found that Mary wasn't there. Probably in Tamara's room again. As her drinking had gotten worse lately, she'd taken to sleeping in Tamara's room. I don't know if it was to get away from me, or if her mind and memory were even shakier than I thought. Those nights, Tamara wound up sleeping on the couch. Tonight I was just as happy that Mary wasn't in our bed.

I was asleep as soon as I hit the bed. I really was worn out, although I hadn't told the girls the whole reason, of course.

I woke up thirsty, glanced at the clock. 1:30. I decided to go out and get a bottle of water from the refrigerator. As I opened the bedroom door, which led to the living room, as saw something that stopped me dead.

My daughter Tamara was on her back on the floor, naked, her legs spread, with Kelly's face buried in her pussy. I couldn't see exactly what Kelly was doing, her head was in the way, but I could see that Tamara was enjoying it. She was breathing heavily, and moaning softly, biting her lower lip to keep from making too much noise. Her fingers were twined in Kelly's hair, holding Kelly's face against her.

It was the first time I'd seen my daughter naked since she was a baby, and I couldn't look away. She was a smaller girl than Kelly. Small breasts, slim waist, hips just beginning to widen.

I've never been one of those guys who lusts after his teenage daughter. In fact, I've always thought they're sick puppies who should be locked up to protect the rest of the world. Now, though, as I watched my daughter having sex with another 16-year-old girl, my dick was hard and I couldn't look away. I wanted to run into the living room and shove my cock into Kelly's pussy, or her ass. Even more, I realized shamefully, I wanted to put my cock into Tamara's mouth and have her suck me while she was being eaten? What was the most exciting part for me? That one of the girls was my daughter? That the other was my part-time lover? Just the fact that I was watching two girls? I didn't know, and I didn't care. I freed my cock from my pajamas and started stroking it as I watched. I had just enough of a mind left to make sure I didn't make any noise and let the girls know I was there.

It didn't long for Tamara's moans to intensify. Her hips bucked out against Kelly's mouth, and I saw her body start to shake.

"God, yes! Mmmm! Unh unh unh unh! Oooohhhh!" Watching my daughter have an orgasm was all it took for me. My cock and balls twitched, and my cum shot out against the bedroom door. I quickly and quietly closed the door, before the girls could notice that I was watching. I cleaned myself and the door with a towel from the clothes hamper, then crawled back into bed. This time I didn't get to sleep easily or quickly. The walls were too solid for me to hear anything from the living room, but my imagination ran wild. Was Tamara now eating Kelly's pussy? Were they masturbating each other? Was one of the girls fucking the other with a dildo? Eventually I drifted off to sleep, to be greeted by dreams too disgusting to describe.

*****

Part 4

The next week was tortuous. Oh, there were some very nice parts, mostly involving Diana at work. After our little escapade at the party, she was being very friendly. She took every opportunity to come by my desk and flirt, and managed to bump or rub up against me more than once. At one point she even cornered me in the break room, stuck her tongue in my mouth, and got her hand into my pants. She made a circle of her thumb and forefinger, wrapped it around my cock, and got in several strokes before we heard people coming. As she headed back to her desk, she smiled sweetly and teased me by saying, "Now you've got something to look forward to!"

Even the good things with Diana had a down side, though. We were both still married, so there wasn't really much chance we were going to spend much time together away from work. Meanwhile, the rest of my life was not going well. Every time I looked at Tamara, what flashed through my mind was jerking myself off as I watched my daughter having her pussy licked by another girl. That made me think about my indiscretions with Kelly. And wish for more. And wonder if Kelly would still be interested in me after she'd had Tamara. I was a mess.

And that wasn't the worst of it. Mary was drinking even more, and I was seriously starting to worry about her health. I talked to her again about entering a rehab clinic, but she would have nothing to do with that. I'd made up my mind to do some research on whether I could get her into one against her wishes.

As if things weren't bad enough, on Friday the phone rang. When I answered it the voice on the other end was vaguely familiar.

"Michael?"

"Yes." I was curious. Only Kelly called me Michael.

"This is Sandy Posey, Kelly's mother. I was wondering if we could get together sometime tomorrow to talk about Kelly." Oh, shit... Had Kelly said something to her mother? Was Sandy suspicious about the amount of time Kelly had been spending away from home? Shit, shit, shit. If she was suspicious, the worst thing I could do was seem like I was avoiding her.

"Sure, what's a good time for you?

"Early afternoon would be best. Maybe about 1:00. I was thinking we could meet at the coffee house on 50th and have a cup of coffee while we talked."

"Sounds good, I'll see you at one tomorrow." Shit, shit, shit.

*****

Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well Friday night, and I was pretty twitchy Saturday morning, too. Tamara commented on how nervous I was acting, and even Mary, who didn't notice much lately, seemed to know that something was up.

I got to the coffee house a few minutes before 1:00, ordered an espresso, and picked out a table in the corner, sitting on a bench against the wall. Sandy walked in a couple of minutes later, saw me, and gave me a big smile and a wave. She didn't look like she was going to rip me a new asshole or put me in prison, but you never know. She motioned toward the counter to let me know she was going to get something to drink, and a minute later settled into the chair across from me.

She apparently didn't believe in preliminary small talk. "Michael, I'm worried about Kelly. She almost never comes home, and I know she's fooling around with drugs and boys. I just don't seem to be able to communicate with her. I know she spends a lot of time with Tamara, and she seems to have a good relationship with you." Damn, woman, if you had any idea! "I thought maybe you could give me some advice about how to handle her."

I figuratively breathed the biggest sigh of relief of my life. Sandy wasn't suspicious about my relationship with Kelly, she actually thought I might be able to give her some parenting tips! In fact, maybe I could, because I'd heard enough from Kelly, both when we were together and when Kelly was hanging out with Tamara, to know that the biggest problem was Kelly didn't think she could talk to her mother, confide in her, because she was convinced Sandy would never understand any of the things she did, and would always get angry. I tried to explain this to Sandy without upsetting her. She seemed to take it fairly well, and I was beginning to think our little meeting might actually accomplish something.

After we'd talked things out for about 15 minutes, Sandy said, "You want more coffee? My treat."

"Sure, double espresso."

"I'll run up and get it."

When she came back with our drinks, Sandy plopped down on the bench next to me, instead of across the table. I suddenly realized that I'd never heard Kelly talk about her father, and had no idea of Sandy's marital status. She knew I was married, of course, so I was probably just seeing things that weren't there. On the other hand, my feelings about that type of thing had been pretty accurate lately. Unfortunately.

"So, how do you think I could start getting her to trust me?" Sandy asked.

"Just try asking her about what she's doing, and don't jump on her if it's not exactly what you want her to be doing. Then maybe she'll open up to you a little more."

"Yeah, but I can't talk to her if I never see her. Hey, maybe you and your wife and Tamara could come over for dinner sometime. If Tamara's there, Kelly will stay home. And maybe if you guys are there she'll be civil if I try to talk to her."

"That might work. I'll check with Mary and Tamara and see if I can find a night that would be good for everybody, and let you know."

"Great! I'm really glad we had this talk, Michael, I think it's going to help. I better get going now, I've got errands to run this afternoon." She gave my hand a squeeze as she got up to go. No, Michael, she is not trying to come onto you. And if she does, run away as fast as you can possibly manage. You need more women to worry about like you need to face the Spanish Inquisition.

Unfortunately, that was about to take a big drop in importance on my list. I was just getting into the car to head home when my cell phone rang. It was Tamara.

"Dad, something's wrong with mom! She collapsed, and I'm not sure she's breathing! Daddy, what should I do?!"

"I'm on the way home, honey, but call 911, right now. I'll see you in a few minutes."

I got home just as the ambulance was pulling up. Tamara was in a panic, and I held her to try to calm her down. The paramedics had Mary on a gurney and were wheeling her out the door. One of them turned to me and said, "She's breathing, but she's had some kind of seizure. They'll be able to tell more at the hospital. We're taking her to Memorial."

I managed to get Tamara calmed down enough to get her into the car so we could follow the ambulance to the hospital.

Waiting. Too much waiting. That's always the problem during any trip to the hospital. I was vaguely aware of Tamara sitting next to me clinging to my arm. Then of her talking to someone on the phone, Kelly from the way the conversation was going. People wandering in and out. The various indistinguishable sounds of a hospital always in the background.

Finally, a doctor appeared, middle-aged, undistinguished looking. He introduced himself, then got down to business.

"Your wife's seizure was caused by the amount of alcohol in her system. We have her stabilized now. She should be all right, long term, but it will be a long process, and she'll have to stay away from drinking. She's going to have to stay here for a few days, then she should go into a residential treatment center for at least a month. I can't emphasize too strongly how important it is that she stop drinking."

"I know. I'm not the one you have to convince."

Tamara and I were able to see her briefly, although she was still pretty much out of it. We then headed home. There really wasn't much we could do at the hospital besides make ourselves crazy.

We were just sitting around, not really doing anything, when the phone rang.

"Michael, it's Sandy. Kelly told me about what happened, and I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am. If there's anything I can do, please let me know."

"Thanks. I appreciate the thought. There's not really much any of us can do right now."

"Would it help if you and Tamara came over for dinner? You could at least get out of the house for a bit."

I checked with Tamara, and she thought it might be a good idea, so we found ourselves having ham and scalloped potatoes with Sandy and Kelly. If you didn't know the background, you'd have thought it was a really happy, homey family dinner. Tamara seemed really relaxed, and Sandy and Kelly treated each other like human beings. We'd gotten the dinner that Sandy and I had talked about, but the circumstances weren't exactly what we'd had in mind. And Sandy might not have been such a good host if she'd known her daughter was fucking both of her guests. (Actually, I didn't know if Kelly was actually fucking Tamara or not, having no idea if what I'd seen between them was a one-time thing, or part of something larger. What Kelly and I had going on, though, was definitely more than a one-night-stand.)

*****

On Sunday morning, Tamara and I went to the hospital to see Mary. She looked better, but still pretty ragged. Tamara did most of the talking. I felt uncomfortable pretty quickly. Mary and I hadn't had much of a marriage for some time now, and, although I felt guilty about it, I wasn't really sure I belonged there. Tamara came to my rescue.

"Mom, Dad's got to go now, he's got some things he needs to take care of. But I'm going to stay here pretty much all day, and he'll come and pick me up later." I shot Tamara a grateful look, hoping Mary didn't notice. I knew Tamara would want to spend as much time as she could with her mother. They'd always been close, in spite of Mary's shortcomings as a parent. And now, if Mary went into rehab, Tamara wouldn't see her for at least a month. If she didn't go into rehab... Well, I didn't want to think about that.

I headed home, and not long after I walked in the door my cell phone rang. It was Kelly.

"Michael, are you alone?"

"Yeah, Tamara's at the hospital with her mother."

"Good, 'cause I've got something you need." I heard a hissing intake of breath, letting me know that Kelly had pot that she wanted to share. I was in no condition to resist.

She got there within a few minutes. We settled down on the couch, Kelly pulled out a joint, and we were soon on our way to the land of the crispy. It was very reminiscent of the first night that we'd had sex.

At some point after we were blissfully fried, Kelly turned to me, looked into my eyes, and said, "You want me, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Then take me." I should have been laughing my ass off at that, especially since I was stoned. It was the ultimate cliche from a bad porno movie. But humor wasn't really a big part of my life at that point, so instead of laughing, I grab her hair with one hand, pulled her to me, and crushed my lips against hers. She moaned into my mouth, and we started clawing at each other's clothes. Being high made us clumsy, and it took a while for us to strip each other; that we managed to laugh about. Before too long, though, we were naked on the couch, and I was sliding into Kelly. I wasn't gentle, but then Kelly had never really wanted me to be. I was pounding into her roughly, and she was obviously loving it. Her breathing was ragged, and she was moaning, as I drove my cock into her pussy, while at the same time kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples.

"I'm gonna cum, Michael, fuck me hard! Yes, god, yes!" Kelly stiffened, then shook and clutched at me, pulling me tighter. Her orgasm washed over her, and she gasped several times before relaxing back against the couch with a sigh.

I pulled my cock out of her and began to move up toward her head.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to cum in your mouth, baby."

Before I reached her mouth, I made a stop at her tits. I brushed the head of my cock against her nipples, and Kelly purred in appreciation. With that encouragement, I began rubbing first the head, and then my entire dick, over Kelly's tits. I slid it into the hollow between her tits, pressed them together with my hands and began tit-fucking her. Kelly, moaning again, replaced my hands with hers, holding her tits together around my cock as I rocked it back and forth. Kelly leaned her head forward and stuck out her tongue, brushing the tip over the head of my cock as I stroked up toward her face. It was an incredible feeling, my cock trapped between Kelly's big, firm tits, while her tongue teased the head. It didn't take long until I was ready to blow.

"I'm ready to cum, baby, open your mouth." Kelly did as she was told, and I moved the rest of the way up and pushed my cock between her lips. She sucked hard, and ran her tongue the length of my cock as I drove it into her mouth. The head of my cock wedged against the back of her throat, and that was enough to push me over the edge. I shivered as my balls poured my cum out through my cock, into Kelly's mouth and down her throat. She gulped reflexively, swallowing everything I shot into her.

We curled up on the couch together, and I began to wonder just how morally bankrupt I had managed to become. If only I'd known how much farther I could fall.

*****

Part 5

When I picked Tamara up at the hospital that evening, she was feeling pretty depressed. She didn't say much of anything, which wasn't like her. We had a quiet dinner, and I read a little while Tamara tried to get interested in a TV show, without much success. By about 8:00, Tamara had headed for her bedroom, and I was left to contemplate what was happening to my life, which was not exactly what I wanted to be doing.

About 9:00 I went to my bedroom and started getting ready to crash. The past few days had taken enough of a toll on me that I'd probably be able to sleep even that early. I'd stripped down to my underwear and was just about ready to sack out when the door to the bedroom opened and Tamara walked in. She was dressed for bed, too, wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of panties. I hadn't seen her like that since... well, since she was too young for seeing her in such a skimpy outfit to have an affect on me.

"Dad, I know mom needs to take care of her drinking, and she'll have to be gone for a while. But when she's done with that, will she be coming back home? Ever?"

Maybe I should have lied, to reassure her. I wasn't in the mood, and she was old enough and mature enough to know the truth anyway.

"I honestly don't know, honey. Maybe she will, but we might all decide that it's best if she doesn't."

Please, get this conversation over quickly, I don't need what's starting to happen to my body as I look at my little girl... No such luck. Tamara walked over to me, put her arms around my neck, and hugged me.

"Daddy, I'm worried."

"Me, too, honey." Although what I was mostly worried about was that Tamara would feel the rising of my dick, which, as usual, had a mind of its own. It was almost fully erect now, straining against my briefs, and, to my horror, Tamara hugged me even tighter, her head resting on my chest, her body moving closer against mine. The memory of Tamara's naked body writhing on the floor while Kelly ate her pussy flashed through my mind. I could feel my stiff cock pressing against her belly, only her T-shirt and my briefs separating us. Tamara must be able to feel it, too. She'll finally know what a disgusting pervert her father has become.

I couldn't believe what I felt next. Tamara's pelvis arched out against me, her crotch moving against my hard rod. It must have been my imagination, that couldn't really have happened. But there it was again, and this time I thought I heard her whimper into my chest.

I looked down at Tamara. As I did she moved her head off my chest and lifted it up to me. I bent down. My lips brushed against hers. I felt her mouth open slightly and extended my tongue, first licking lightly over her lips, then entering her mouth. I heard the soft whimper again, this time definitely not my imagination. Something in the back of my brain screamed at me to stop. My cock paid no attention. Neither did my hands, which lifted up Tamara's T-shirt and rose to her breasts, circling them, squeezing with a milking motion, then softly pinching her nipples. Another whimper from Tamara. I felt Tamara's hand steal inside my briefs. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and began stroking slowly. After a few seconds, I took her wrist in my hand, pulled her hand away from my cock, and stepped back, breaking off our kiss.

"What's wrong, daddy?" Everything. What we're doing. That we're doing it while your mother is in the hospital. Most of all, that I'm enjoying it so much. Of course, I was too far gone to even consider saying that and ending this mess right now.

"Nothing, honey, it's just that if you keep that up very long, I'm going to cum all over your hand."

What I wanted to do next was throw Tamara onto the bed and stick my cock as deep into her pussy as it would go. But I wanted to make sure she'd have an orgasm, and I didn't know if she was still a virgin or not, so I thought I'd better start with something other than just fucking her hard and fast. Yeah, my brain would still work to figure something like that out, just not on anything that would be really useful.

I did pick Tamara up and throw her onto the bed, so her legs were dangling off the side, and pulled her panties off in the same motion. I got my first actual look at my daughter's pussy; Kelly's head had blocked it when I'd seen them on the floor together. She had blond hair there, too, not trimmed or shaved, but naturally fairly sparse. I could see the lips of her pussy pulsing, waiting for me to do something.

With no more preliminaries, I knelt on the floor next to the bed, spread Tamara's legs apart, and lowered my face to her pelvis. I opened her pussy lips with my thumbs and pressed my mouth tightly against her opening. She was already incredibly wet. Tamara gasped as my tongue licked around the inside of her lips, then moaned when pushed my tongue out into her cunt and began tongue-fucking her. I was overwhelmed by my daughter's taste and smell. Tamara was thrusting her pelvis against my mouth in time to the strokes of my tongue, and each time my tongue entered her, she breathed out a short, sharp gasp.

"God, Daddy, that's soooo good! Mmmmmm!"

After a minute or so, I slid my tongue down to the strip of flesh separating her pussy from her asshole, licked it, then slowly tongued the length of her slit, touching every inch of it, until I finally flicked the tip of my tongue over Tamara's clit. Her body tensed, then relaxed.

"Fuuuuck. Oh fuck," she moaned.

I repeated that motion several times, each time letting my tongue linger on her clit a little longer. Tamara's back was starting to arch up off the bed, then flop back down, driving her pelvis even harder against my mouth. Her breathing was ragged, the gasps and moans louder and more frequent. I slid my hands under Tamara's ass and spread her cheeks out slightly, and the next time my tongue wandered to the bottom of her slit I let it go farther, down to her anus. Tamara jerked when my tongue moved against the tight, puckered opening of her ass. I ran my tongue around the rim, then spread her slightly more and shoved the tip of my tongue through the opening into my daughter's ass. Her hips bucked.

"Daaaaddyyyyy!"

Pulling my tongue from her ass, I again licked the length of Tamara's pussy. This time instead of swirling my tongue around her clit, I fastened my lips on it and sucked. At the same time I placed two fingertips against the lips of her pussy and one against the rim of her asshole, and began lightly massaging her two openings.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

I felt Tamara's body start to tremble, and knew she was ready. At the same time, I fastened my teeth on Tamara's clit and bit down lightly and thrust my fingers into her, two into her pussy, one into her ass.

"Oh fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming!" Tamara's entire body spasmed. She grabbed my head in her hands and held my mouth tight against her clit. Her legs wrapped around my neck and shoulders. As she shook I continued to suck on her clit, and curled my fingers inside her cunt and anus, feeling her muscles clamping down on me. Her back arched up off the bed. Gasp after gasp of air exploded form her lungs. Finally, Tamara's body relaxed back on the bed. She let go of me with her hands and legs, and lay there breathing heavily. I stood up and looked down at the incredible sight of her naked body on my bed.

"God, Daddy, I didn't know anything could be that good!" I resisted the impulse to ask her if I was better than Kelly.

"There's more to come," I said as I positioned myself over her.

"I want your cock!" She obviously knew what I'd been talking about.

I scooted Tamara around on the bed so her legs weren't trailing off the side, and knelt over her. I positioned the head of my cock against the mouth of her pussy. I slipped the head just inside, forcing her open. I groaned as I felt her pussy grip me, and Tamara mewled. I pushed in slowly, until I felt what I was looking for as my cock bumped up against her cherry. Tamara was a virgin, and now I knew what to expect, even if she probably didn't. Tamara had let out a big sigh as I entered her up to her hymen, and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I simply couldn't wait or take things slow any longer. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was inside Tamara again, then drove the entire length of it into her pussy, popping her cherry.

I saw Tamara's face contort in pain. "It hurts, Daddy."

"I know, honey, try to relax as much as you can."

I began stroking into her as slowly as I could, which wasn't as slow as I should have. I just didn't have too much control left. I watched Tamara wince in pain at each stroke, and heard her groan. Then, slowly, after a few strokes, the wincing was replaced by a relaxed expression; the pain must be starting to fade. The groans turned to moans. Eventually Tamara's face began to register pleasure, and I knew she was changing from someone who was being fucked to someone who was fucking. There were more moans, now, along with occasional gasps of "Yes!" and her pelvis was beginning to rock against mine. For me, the feeling was incredible. She was tight, her pussy giving my cock lots of friction, with the feeling being intensified by the fact that she was my daughter, and a virgin.

Then, suddenly, it was over. It hit me suddenly with no warning, and I didn't have time to try to hold back. My cum erupted out of me and into Tamara's pussy, spurt after spurt, filling her up. As my body shook, I was barely able to brace myself with my arms to keep from collapsing on top of Tamara. My dick quickly went limp and slid out of Tamara's cunt.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it back any more. I wanted it to last longer, you looked like you were just starting to enjoy it."

"It's OK, Daddy, you already made me cum with your mouth."

"Yeah, but I wanted to make you cum with my cock, too." I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my own daughter.

"Then come up here and let's get you ready to try again." Tamara winked at me and giggled.

I moved up so I was straddling Tamara's shoulders, with my cock hovering above her face. She propped herself up on her elbows and opened her mouth, and I guided myself into her mouth. Tamara may have never had a cock in her pussy before, but this was definitely not the first time she'd had one in her mouth. She took my entire limp dick in. Her lips formed a seal around me. Her tongue swirled around my cock. Her teeth raked over my skin, providing extra stimulation. And she sucked. Hard. My cock was almost immediately on its way back to a useful condition, enough that I could start thrusting into her mouth. Withing seconds I was raring to go again, and backed away from Tamara's mouth.

"Ready for more, honey."

"Yes!"

This time Tamara's pussy took my cock easily, with no resistance, while still gripping me tightly. There was no pain on Tamara's face as I began to fuck her again, it was something like ecstasy. Her head was laid back, her eyes closed, and she was breathing deeply through her mouth. Her hips moved in time with mine, making sure that I was buried completely inside her with each stroke.

"God, Daddy, yes, fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

I did, not that I really needed the encouragement. The feel of Tamara's skin against mine; the grip of her pussy around my cock; her smell; the taste of her that was still in my mouth. Any one of these would have been enough. Together they drove me into a frenzy. I was pounding Tamara almost uncontrollably, with each thrust pulling back until I almost popped out of her, then driving all the way back in again. And I was doing it all faster that I would have thought possible. Tamara's breathing was becoming labored. I could feel her body starting to twitch under me, as her muscles began to contract and release.

She began almost chanting, "Yes, yes, yes," in time with my thrusts, then "Yes" turned to "Fuck, fuck fuck."

I felt the muscles in her belly tense. Her pussy tightened around my cock. She gripped my shoulders and dug her fingernails into my skin, while her legs locked around my hips.

"Oooohhhh. Oooohhhh. Fucking shit, YESSSS!" Tamara's body convulsed, her head whipped wildly from side to side on the bed. If she hadn't had her legs locked around me, she'd have probably vibrated me right out of her. Wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her, until she finally gave out a contented sigh and relaxed her grip on me.

"Mmmmmmm, god, I'm glad we decided to do it again!"

This time I was the one who wasn't finished. I was still hard as a rock and needing to come. I restarted my thrusts, which had been interrupted when Tamara's orgasm had taken me hostage. I was moving more slowly now, afraid that this might be uncomfortable for Tamara after what she'd just been through. I probably should have been a more sensitive father, but I was well past being able to think much beyond my own needs. Slowing things down was about as solicitous as I could be.

At first Tamara didn't do much, probably still in recovery mode. After a bit, though, she again became a participant, her hips moving with mine, her breaths becoming shorter and faster. Her pussy still gripped my cock like a vise. Our strokes quickened again, back to their previous cadence. Tamara pulled my face down to hers and started kissing me, our tongues rolling over each other, whipping back and forth from one mouth to the other. Tamara's moans were now going straight into my mouth, causing a new set of vibrations to course through my body. I knew I was getting close, and so was Tamara. She broke off the kiss and lay back, grunting as I drove into her.

"Unnnnh! Unnnnh! Unnnnh! Oh god, I'm going to come again! Aaaahhhh!"

Another orgasm rolled through Tamara's body, feeling to me like a slightly less intense version of the last one. She thrashed on the bed under me again, and clutched at me. This time I wasn't paying as much attention, because this time her orgasm was enough to send me over the edge. I drove in hard; the head of my cock tried to pry open Tamara's cervix, and I felt myself explode. This time I was shaking almost as hard as Tamara, as I filled her up with semen for the second time that night.

Neither of us moved for a few minutes, we just lay there with our arms around each other. My dick softened, shrank, and slid free of Tamara's body. My semen leaked from between my daughter's legs down onto the sheets. Finally, I rolled off of Tamara onto my back. Tamara curled up next to me and lay her head on my shoulder. We drifted off to sleep without saying a word. This time there were no dreams. It was just as well. There'd be nightmares aplenty in the days to come.

She walked over to me, threw her arms around my neck, and gave me a very passionate kiss. So much for me being worried about how she'd handled what happened last night!

"OK, Dad, I'm going to go get dressed, then you can take me in to the hospital so I can spend the day with Mom." In a perfectly normal voice, as if nothing had happened. Did she not see even a little bit of the irony in that?

I dropped Tamara off at the hospital, then spent most of the day doing research on alcohol treatment programs. Mary still hadn't officially agreed to enter one, but she was at least talking about it, and I wanted to have plenty of information when the time came to make decisions. There were plenty of variables to consider (cost, location, insurance coverage) and I didn't want to be fumbling around trying to figure out what to do later.

About Noon my cell rang. It was the office. Huh? No reason anybody should need to call me. Better answer, just in case something has blown up.

"Hi, Mike, how are you doing?" It was Diana.

"Hey, kid, how are you. I'm OK, considering. Won't be in this week at all, though."

"I know, I heard. I just wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you and see if there's anything I can do."

"No nothing right now." Unless you want to take a very large blunt object and knock some sense into me. "I appreciate the offer though. I'll let you know if anything comes up."

"OK. You know you can call me if you need to talk about anything, right?"

"Yeah, thanks. I may just take you up on that." Even if we hadn't been playing around lately, her problems with her husband's drug use meant that we had a certain bond. "I'll call in a couple of days anyway and let you know how things are going."

"OK, hang in there. See you later."

"Bye."

As soon as I hung up I wished I'd set up a time to meet her later in the week. Not for sex. (OK, not just for sex.) I'd been getting plenty of that recently, for the first time in quite a while. But it would be nice to be able to talk to somebody who'd understand at least some of what I was going through. I didn't want to call her back right away, though. I didn't want to look like I was too needy.

Nothing else of note happened during the day, although I did get a lot of information about several residential treatment centers. The rest of the week I'd be pouring through what I'd gathered up to try to make a decision. In the late afternoon I headed back to the hospital to pick up Tamara.

I visited with Mary for a few minutes when I got to the hospital. That was about all I could manage at that point. We hadn't really had much of a marriage for the last couple of years, since her drinking had really taken off, and I just couldn't pretend any more. Of course, the fact that lately I'd had sex with a 16-year-old girl, a co-worker, and our daughter didn't exactly make it easy for me to face my wife. She did seem more receptive to the idea of going through rehab. I figured Tamara must have talked to her about it.

As we walked out of the hospital, Tamara said, "Dad, I talked to Kelly, and we want to go out to the mall and just hang out there til it closes. Can we? I really need to just get out for a while and not have to worry about anything."

I could certainly sympathize with that! "Did Kelly talk to her mother about it?"

"Yeah, she said it's fine. We can go pick her up now if you want to."

"OK, let's do it." A poor choice of words, but I don't think Tamara caught it.

When we got to Kelly's house, Sandy suggested that the two of us could take the girls to the mall, turn them loose to do whatever teenage girls do at the mall, and then we could grab some dinner and relax. That sounded like a fine idea to me, so Sandy and I found ourselves talking over dinner at one of the seafood restaurants at the mall. Mostly just small talk, avoiding the obvious subject.

When we finished dinner, Sandy said, "Hey, this place doesn't close for another four hours, and I know our daughters are going to want to stay the whole time. Why don't we go back to my place to wait instead of trying to act like we enjoy running around the mall like a couple of valley girls."

I smiled and said, "That's the best offer I've had in a while. I'll call Tamara and let her know that's what we're going to do."

When we got back to Sandy's house we settled onto the couch and turned on the TV. There wasn't much on, but you get to the point where you think something's wrong if you don't have that noise in the background. Sandy was sitting a little closer to me than was probably necessary, and I felt her head lean over on my shoulder. My cock was starting to get stiff from the warmth of her leaning against me and the delicate smell she gave off. A minute or so later, Sandy shifted slightly, turning toward me. I looked at her, short dark hair around an angular face with a straight, thin nose and fairly thin lips, brown eyes behind small wire-rimmed glasses. It doesn't sound all that great on paper, but in person it was beautiful, and the expression on her face was pure lust. Her hand landed in my lap and started massaging my cock through my jeans.

"Sandy..." I started.

"Shut up." Her mouth was on mine, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, while her hand was unfastening my belt and jeans, freeing my cock from my shorts, cupping my balls and squeezing them just hard enough to hit that tipping point between pleasure and pain. Once my cock was loose, Sandy's mouth decided it wanted something better than my tongue to fill it. As her lips wrapped around the head of my shaft, I realized how long it had been since I'd had a mature, experienced woman blow me. For all the action I'd been getting lately, the only mouths I'd had around my dick were 16 year olds. They were both very naturally talented, but sometimes there's just no substitute for experience.

Sandy's mouth held just the head of my cock hostage, as her hand moved from squeezing my balls to stroking my dick. Her tongue swirled around me, circling the head, teasing the sensitive skin just at the bottom of the head. The tip of her tongue forced open my pee-hole, causing me to jerk and gasp.

"Damn, woman, trying to kill me?" She kind of hummed something around my cock, causing me to tingle even more. Suddenly her hand went back to my balls, and her mouth engulfed my cock. Her lips were now locked on the base of my dick, her tongue still circling and teasing, while her fingers on my balls again brought me to the edge of a scream. I felt the head of my cock slide into her throat; no gagging for Sandy. Then her mouth moved up, sucking and sucking, as I watched her cheeks hollow. She practically lifted me up off the couch as her lips reached the head again, and I felt like she was trying to suck my balls out through my cock. Again down to the base, full penetration into her mouth, this time her tongue slithering out of her mouth to lick my balls as she reached bottom. Back up to suck on the head like she was trying to get a really thick milkshake through a straw. Down again; this time her hand slid back from my balls, one finger reached between my ass cheeks and pressed lightly against my asshole. So, Kelly came by that little trick naturally.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, which caused Sandy to add pressure to her finger, just enough to wedge the tip in the opening of my ass. This time when Sandy moved up to the head of my cock I put my hands on her head and lifted her up off of me and looked into her eyes.

"You don't want me to come in your mouth, do you?"

"Sure, as long as you're good for more than one tonight!" She gave me the most wicked grin I've ever seen, and got back to business. This time as her mouth enveloped my cock, her finger penetrated my ass, sliding deep into my bowels. My ass clenched around her finger. My cock reached back into her throat. My balls contracted and blew their load out through my dick, pumping spurt after spurt down Sandy's throat as she gulped it down. I slumped back against the couch, gasping, my cock shrinking inside Sandy's mouth as she licked and sucked, making sure she had every drop of semen, my ass still gripping her finger. I never had found out why Sandy's husband wasn't around, but if he had walked out on this, he was nuts.

"Holy shit! That was... Oh, hell, I don't even know how it was!" I was practically incoherent.

"You like that, huh?" Sandy sat back up next to me, her lips found mine again, and my hands began to work with no input from my brain, which was still off on a break. Sandy was wearing a baggy T-shirt and loose khaki pants. I immediately disposed of the T-shirt, then unfastened her bra and slipped it off, freeing a pair of very nice breasts. They were large, about the same size as Kelly's with surprisingly almost no sag. I began massaging her tits with my hands while my mouth went to her throat, licking and nibbling up and down each side. She tasted sweet and just slightly sweaty. Sandy was starting to make soft purring noises. I licked up the right side of her throat, along her jaw line and up to her ear. I licked her earlobe lightly, then took it into my mouth. I sucked lightly, then nipped at her earlobe with my teeth, drawing a slight gasp from Sandy, followed by more purring. I moved down, back over her throat again, then to her chest. I licked across the top of her chest from shoulder to shoulder, then back to her throat, licking the hollow at the base where her throat joins her chest. Then down, between her breasts, my tongue licking over the inside curve of each breast as I went. By now, Sandy was holding my head in both her hands, as if afraid that I'd run away. Her purrs were becoming more pronounced. I licked around the base of her left breast, then up, circling my tongue around it like it was taking a circular staircase to the next floor. Finally, I reached her nipple, brown and hard, and took it into my mouth. Locking my lips around it, I sucked, lightly at first, then harder.

"God, yes, like that! Mmmmm!" Just before releasing Sandy's nipple I bit down on it with my teeth, causing her to squeal and pull my head more tightly against her tit.

Leaving that breast, I moved to the other, where I repeated the process until I reached the nipple. There, instead of sucking, I swirled my tongue around it several times, flicking the tip of my tongue over the very tip of the nipple, then raked my teeth over it.

"Shit, you're going to drive me crazy!" Sandy was having trouble catching her breath now.

"Payback's a bitch!" We both laughed, and I continued my journey down Sandy's body.

I moved my face down to Sandy's firm belly. It wasn't flat like a teenager's, but she obviously tried to stay in shape. My tongue traced its way down, starting between Sandy's breasts, licking down, then lightly side-to-side, down again. I had my hands braced on Sandy's sides, and I could feel the muscles in her belly twitching, contracting, then releasing. Still the purring sounds, interrupted by a gasp or moan when I scraped my teeth across her belly. I reached her belly button, licked around the rim, then swirled my tongue through the little hollow, feeling Sandy's belly twitch again. While my tongue visited her belly button, I unfastened Sandy's pants, then pulled both pants and panties off, tossing them to the side.

From there I moved down at an angle, skirting her dark, untrimmed pubic hair, to the inside of her left thigh. When my tongue touched the skin of her thigh, Sandy tensed, then relaxed. I licked down her thigh, from just below where it joined her torso to her knee, savoring the taste and smell of her flesh. Her taste was a bit more pungent down here, and it was mixed with the smell of her pussy now that her pants were off. I moved across from her left thigh to her right, still at knee level, and began licking, this time moving back up, toward her pelvis. Sandy let me get about halfway up before she grabbed my head in her hands again and pulled me up to her crotch, forcing my face against her.

"Eat me, god dammit!" It was half order, half plea.

I started licking her pussy, running my tongue along the entire length of her slit with each stroke, then driving it into her as far as possible. Her soft purring noises quickly turned to sustained moans, and I felt her pussy juices start to flow around my tongue. Her pelvis moved out against my mouth with each stroke. Sandy had pulled her knees up toward her shoulders and spread them out so she was completely open. I saw her move a finger to her clit and start to massage it. I moved my face away from her pussy and said, "That's my job," pushed her hand back, and lowered my mouth to her clit.

I began licking her clit lightly. At the same time I slipped a finger inside her pussy and began stroking in and out.

"Oh yeah, like that! More!" Sandy was gasping now. I wasn't sure exactly what she meant by "more," so I decided to try more fingers. I added a second to her pussy.

"Fuck yes, ahhh." I moved one finger down between her ass cheeks and drove it into her ass, all the way in with one stroke, and finger-fucked both her holes as I licked her clit.

"Ass... uhhhn... uhhhn... more... ass." I managed to wedge my last remaining finger into Sandy's rectum, now having two in each of her openings.

"Yessss, god yessss, fuck." She was obviously getting close now, and I wrapped my lips around her clit and gave it a light suck. I never had to get to the point of using my teeth.

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!!!" Sandy screamed. She thrashed on the couch. Her back arched up, then her pelvis thrust out against me. Her toes curled, her feet pressed against the floor, lifting her ass up off the couch. She must have come for 45 seconds while I sucked on her clit and jammed my fingers as deep inside her as I could. Then she suddenly pushed my head away with a gasp.

"Stop! Enough!" She was panting on the couch, as wasted as I had been after her blow job.

I helped Sandy shift around on the couch so she was lying along the length of it, then climbed up, my dick ready for some action. When I got close enough, Sandy reached out and grabbed my cock in one hand and guided it to the opening of her pussy. I drove in hard, burying myself in one thrust. I felt the muscles in Sandy's belly contract, as she gripped my cock in her pussy. I began pumping in and out of her, long, slow strokes to start out, grunting as I felt her move against me. It felt like her pussy was pulling my cock into it. I couldn't ever remember being with a woman who could do so much with her cunt.

Sandy was making low, almost strangled noises deep in her throat as I fucked her, occasionally punctuated by something softly muttered. "Oh fuck, yes, please fuck me." It was like she was saving her energy for the fucking during this part where she was an active participant. And active she was. Her pussy was making my cock sing, and sometimes scream. I could feel myself approaching the point of no return.

"I want you to come, baby," I whispered into Sandy's ear.

"Just shoot it in me," was her reply.

As I got close, Sandy's arms pulled me down closer to her, her legs locked around my hips. I could feel my balls starting to twitch and knew it was time. My body shook, then stiffened. When it did, Sandy used her legs to pull me tighter against her pelvis. As my cum started to boil out of my balls, I felt the muscles of Sandy's pussy ripple around my cock, milking it. Her pussy was sucking the cum right out of my cock. I shuddered as I dumped shot after shot of semen into Sandy's belly. Then she shuddered with me, gasping and clutching me even tighter as another orgasm rolled through her.

After a few seconds I realized that this was one of those rare times that I had cum and was still hard. As a rock. Sandy realized it too, and said, "I want you to fuck me in the ass." That was a switch. Usually it was me asking the woman if I could.

"You want to roll over?"

"No. I want you to finger-fuck me at the same time."

Sandy maneuvered back to her original position on the edge of the couch with her feet on the floor. I moved in between her legs, kneeling in front of her. I spread her ass cheeks and pushed the head of my cock against the opening of her anus. I popped the head in, and Sandy moaned, "Yeah, give it to me." I did, driving my cock fully into her bowels in one motion. I could feel her ass squeezing me, and she flexed the muscles in her ass cheeks, tightening everything even more around my cock. Damn, she was almost as good with her ass as with her pussy. I began pumping her; at the same time, moving my hand to her pussy, I drove my middle two fingers into her so that I was fucking both her holes at once. That still wasn't enough. Sandy reached down, grabbed my free hand, brought it up to her mouth, and began sucking on my fingers. That just drove me farther. By now I was ramming her ass like a wild man, and pumping just about as hard into her pussy with my fingers. In with the cock, out with the fingers, then the other way around. I could feel the cock and fingers working against each other through the thin wall separating Sandy's pussy and ass, and the feeling, along with the way her ass pulsed around my cock, was driving me wild.

Sandy, meanwhile, was making those low noises back in her throat again. She couldn't say much now; her mouth was busy trying to suck the skin off my fingers. I pumped those fingers in an out of her, too, trying to keep some semblance of rhythm with my other strokes, although I don't think she really cared by then.

I'd been afraid that it might take me a long time to cum after having already shot two loads, but I didn't have anything to worry about. Sandy was so hot, and so talented, that I could already feel my balls preparing to empty themselves. Now I wanted to make sure that I got Sandy off again before I was done.

I shouldn't have been concerned about that either. The animalistic groans started to increase in pace and volume. I placed my thumb on Sandy's clit and started to rub it. She moaned loudly, and her body began to vibrate. I pressed down roughly on her clit and rubbed harder, and increased the force of my ass-fucking. Sandy released my fingers from her mouth and I moved that hand to her tits and began to squeeze them roughly.

"God, yes! Fuck me! Hard! Fuck me hard! Oh, fuck, I'm cummmming! YES!"

I pinched down hard with thumb on Sandy's clit to make sure she'd get everything she needed. I continued fucking her ass and finger-fucking her pussy as her orgasm caused her to buck wildly on the couch. I was afraid the force of her thrashing around would knock me right out of her.

"Cum... in... my ass!" Finally, I did, exploding as wave after wave of semen shot through my cock and into Sandy's rectum. Sandy's ass milked every last drop out of me. I was done, collapsing against her, my dick still wedged in her ass, although it would soon shrink and slip out.

We were still sitting naked on the couch, recovering, when my cell phone rang. It was Tamara, letting us know that it was time to pick up her and Kelly. As we got dressed, Sandy smiled and said, "Good thing they didn't get bored earlier!"

We picked the girls up, in my car. After dropping Sandy and Kelly off, Tamara and I headed home. When we were inside, Tamara enveloped me in a huge hug and kiss (very, very much action with the tongue) and then said, "Daddy, I'm really tired tonight. Is it okay if we just sleep?"

"Sure, honey, I'm pretty worn out myself." No shit, but I didn't want to have to explain why.

*****
The next morning (Tuesday? Yeah, Tuesday), I dropped Tamara off at the hospital again so she could spend more time with her mother. It was looking more and more like Mary would be headed for some residential rehab facility before long, and Tamara wouldn't be able to see her while she was there. I headed back home for some more research on rehab places, and to see if I could work on getting my head screwed back on straight.

It wasn't even so much that I was doing what I was doing while my wife was in the hospital. Like I said, we hadn't had much of a marriage for a while, and let's be honest, it was hard to feel too sorry for Mary when she'd brought most of her troubles on herself. No, it was just what I was doing, and with who. Let's see, I'd fucked my own daughter. And her best friend. And the best friend's mother. And, oh, yeah, my own best friend at work. And I'd do it all again, given the chance. Which meant that I was one fucked-up sonofabitch.

After I'd spent an hour or so wasting time thinking deep thoughts like this, the doorbell rang. I checked through the peephole, and it was Kelly. That I hadn't expected. What happened when I opened the door, I had expected even less.

"You fuckin' dick! You bastard! You fucked my mother!" She was practically screaming, and I dragged her inside and shut the door to keep the neighbors from calling the cops. Damn, how did she know Sandy and I had been getting it on? Had Sandy told her? She really couldn't be that stupid, could she?

"What makes you think I fucked your mother?"

"I could smell it when I got home! I could smell you, all over the couch, and I could smell pussy, and it had to be hers!"

Kelly lashed out with one hand, trying to hit me. I grabbed her wrist and held it. She struggled for a moment, trying to free herself, but I was much too strong for her, so she flailed with her other hand. Now I was holding both her wrists, and without thinking I shoved her back, pinning her arms against the door and stood glaring at her. Kelly gasped, out of breath, struggled again, then, as I pinned her tighter against the door, began to moan softly.

"Mmmmmm, yeah!" It was so quiet I could barely hear her, but it was definitely there.

"Oh, you like that, huh?"

"Uh huh... yeah." The look of rage on her face had definitely turned to something else now.

"Well, let's see how you like this!" I dragged her away from the door and toward the bedroom, still holding tightly onto her wrists. She struggled to keep up with me without falling. I could hear her panting.

When I got her into the bedroom, I forced her down onto the bed, wishing I had some rope. Then I saw my robe hanging on the door. I pulled the belt out of the robe and quickly tied it around Kelly's hands, then tied the loose end to the headboard of the bed. Kelly struggled against the bonds on the bed, her face beginning to flush.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I'd never done anything remotely like it before. Of course, I could say the same about plenty of other things that had happened lately.

"Knock it off, bitch!" I slapped her ass with my hand, not as hard as I could, but not gently, either. Kelly gasped again, and writhed on the bed. She'd always liked it a little rough, but I'd had no idea she'd go for something like this. I decided to see how far I could take things.

I pulled off Kelly's jeans and panties, then wadded her panties up into a ball and held them in my fist. They were damp; she was absolutely turned on by what was happening. I moved toward Kelly's face, and I could see her eyes get wide as she realized what I was going to do.

"Open your mouth!" She did, the whole time looking into my eyes with the wildest expression I've ever seen. I shoved Kelly's panties into her mouth, saw her eyes roll back in her head, heard her breathe in deeply, as she tasted and smelled her own juices on her panties.

"That should keep you quiet." I was really getting into it now. I slapped Kelly's ass again, a little harder this time, and on bare flesh, and heard her moan around the improvised gag.

I wanted something similar to the belt from my robe that I'd used to tie up Kelly. For a moment I wished I'd used something else, then I realized what I needed. I walked to my closet and took out a necktie. I rarely wore them, but owned several, just in case. I folded it in half, so the ends were next to each other, and walked over to the bed. Kelly still had her T-shirt on. I roughly pushed it up as far as it would go, then unfastened her bra, exposing her tits. I swung the tie with as much force as I could manage, bringing it down across Kelly's tits. It actually gave off a nice snap as it hit her flesh. Kelly mewled into her panties, her eyes becoming even more crazed. The necktie was a good choice. It was stiff enough to cause some real pain, without actually hurting Kelly. If she decided she wanted something more, well, I could always take off my belt.

Snap! Across Kelly's tits again. Slight red marks showed now. Snap! Once more on her tits. With each stroke, Kelly strained against the bonds around her wrists, bit down on the panties in her mouth, and moaned like an animal.

Whack! This time on her belly, just above the navel. And again, same place, now seeing marks on the skin there too. Whack! One more time before... Smack! Still on her belly, but lower this time, just above her pubic hair.

"Mmmmmm! Uuuuhhhh!" Kelly's head was rolling from side to side on the bed now, the whipping driving her into a frenzy.

Smack! This time between her legs, right across the slit of her pussy.

"Aaaahhhh!" Kelly's legs clamped tightly together around the improvised whip, and I could see the muscles in her belly tense.

"Open your legs, bitch! Unless you want me to stop." That was the last thing Kelly wanted. She spread her legs as widely as she could. Snap! Snap! Snap! Quick, hard strokes across her pussy with the necktie, again and again. Kelly began to thrash on the bed, jerking so hard with her arms I was afraid she'd pull the headboard down

"Uhnnn! Uhnnn! Uhnnn!" I could see the orgasm wash over Kelly's body, heard sounds coming from around her gag I don't think I've ever heard before. I kept whipping her pussy as she came, her body heaving, until I finally saw her slump back on the bed, spent. I stopped whipping her then and pulled out the gag. She was gasping for breath.

"What do you want now, bitch?"

"I... Michael... fuck me... fuck me... 'til I pass out."

Pulling my pants down around my knees, I climbed on top of Kelly, pulled her knees up to her shoulders, and drove my cock into her sopping pussy. I started pounding her as hard as I've ever fucked any woman. I scraped my fingernails along her sides, leaving red trails. I squeezed her tits, hard, and twisted them. I pinched her nipples tightly enough that she shrieked. Through it all, Kelly pounded right back at me, stroke for stroke, panting and moaning the entire time.

"Ohhh... Ohhh... Fuck... Yes, harder... Mmmmm... God, fuck me, fuck me."

It didn't really take very long for either one of us. My cock had been ready to explode since I'd dragged Kelly into the bedroom, and she was so sensitive after the whipping that she didn't need much. After just a few minutes, Kelly's body started to shake again.

"Aaaaaiiiieeee! Keep fucking me, I'm cummmming!" She thrashed below me, her lower body moving even more than usual because her arms were tied. The spasming of her pussy around my cock was all I needed to bring me off, as what felt like a gallon of cum surged out through my cock and into Kelly's cunt, filling her and spilling out onto the bed. Kelly hadn't passed out, but she wasn't far from it. As I untied her she curled into fetal position on the bed, soft mewling noises escaping her. She was still shaking. I stood above her, looking down.

"Michael, did you do my mother that way?"

"No bitch, only you. And I'm not done with you yet!" I rolled Kelly over on her back, so her head was hanging off the side of the bed, and moved my cock to her mouth. "I'm going to shove it down your throat, bitch!" I still couldn't believe this was happening. Something about Kelly brought out all the darkness that I usually managed to keep hidden even from myself. I seemed to have a similar effect on her.

"Whip me again!" She was moaning and practically begging me. I reached for the necktie again. "No!I need more than that. Use your belt!"

I was too far gone to even think about what she was saying. My pants were still down around my ankles. I reached down, grabbed my belt by the buckle, and jerked it off, then in one motion, flashed the tip toward Kelly's belly. Crack! It bit like a whip into Kelly's flesh, just below her navel, raising a small, red welt.

"Fuck, yes! Again!" Kelly moaned. I moved forward, inserting my cock into Kelly's gaping mouth, beginning to push it back toward her throat. I lashed out again. Crack! Lower on her belly this time, just above her pubic hair. Kelly's moans were now strangled by my cock, which continued to force open her mouth. I was losing all control as I felt my cock push into Kelly's throat. Crack! Crack! A stroke on each of Kelly's tits. Her body jerked up off the bed, trembling, but she couldn't move much, because my cock had her head pinned to the bed.

I had my cock buried all the way back in her throat, and could feel her gag reflex causing her throat to pulse around my dickhead. I began fucking her face, pulling back until her lips were wrapped around the head of my cock, then driving it back down her throat again. The sensation of her throat around my cock was incredible. Kelly's body was writhing on the bed. As I pumped in and out of her mouth, I was whipping her lightly with the belt; her belly, her tits, her inner thighs. Not really hard, just enough to leave slight red marks. My balls tightened suddenly, and knew I was going to shoot.

"I'm going to cum right down your throat, bitch!" I warned Kelly. I jerked and felt waves of semen spurt out of my cock straight down Kelly's throat. I could fell her gulping, trying to get it all down so she didn't choke on my cum. She was clawing at her own tits and pussy with her fingers, trembling. As my spasms subsided, I pulled my cock out of Kelly's mouth.

"Michael... whip... pussy... clit!" Again, no thought, just reaction to what she was saying. My hand flashed out with the belt. Crack! Her thigh where it met her groin. Crack! Across the lips of her pussy. Crack! The top of her slit, it must have gotten her clit.

"FUCK! FUCK! CUMMING! YES!" Kelly's convulsions were so strong they actually scared me; I was afraid she'd hurt herself. She screamed, she thrashed, finally she curled up into a ball, her body wracked by gasping breaths so deep it sounded like she was sobbing.

I moved over to her, began caressing her. "Are you all right, baby? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Oh my fucking god, Michael, that was totally the most incredible thing that ever happened to me! We have to do more of that!" Her eyes were wild, a look of absolute lust on her face. What had I done to this little girl? And to myself?

f you're going with me, hurry up! We've got to pick up Wendy on the way.” Wendy was Jason's girlfriend, a 16-year-old with long brown hair, green eyes, and a tight little body. Jason had been hoping he was going to see some of the body tonight, but if Jennifer was going along to the party, chances were looking pretty slim.

Jennifer came bouncing down the hallway, ready to go, in low-cut jeans and a tank top, and bubbly. Jenny was a pretty little thing, with wavy, shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes, but she was painfully shy and didn't have many friends of her own. Going to a party with her brother would give her a chance to actually talk to some other people for a change. “Okay, big brother, I'm ready. Let's go have some fun.”

They jumped into Jason's Ford Ranger and headed for Wendy's house. Wendy wasn't going to be happy when she saw Jennifer. The party they were going to was being put on by one of the kids in Wendy's class, and just about everyone there would be Wendy's age, which meant they were terribly immature as far as Wendy was concerned. She was used to hanging out with Jason's friends, two years older. The main reason they were going to the party was to have an excuse to get out of the house, and they had planned to spend as much time hiding out from the kids at the party as possible. That wasn't going to happen with Jennifer tagging along.

Wendy had been been watching out the window for Jason, and when she saw him drive up she hollered to her mother that she was leaving and headed out the door and down the steps. When she saw Jennifer sitting in the pickup with Jason, she was pissed. “What's she doing here? We're supposed to be going to a party, not babysitting!”

“Sorry, baby,” Jason replied. “I'm not any happier about it than you are. My parents wouldn't let me go unless I took her along.”

“God, guys, I'm right here,” Jennifer whined. “Don't talk about me like I don't even exist.”

“Jeez, all right, sis, just don't hang all over us tonight, OK. Try to find somebody to hang out with and leave us alone.” Jason didn't really think that would happen, he figured he'd be stuck with his sister all night.

*****

When they got to the party, Jason found out he had something else to worry about. David, the kid who was throwing the party, obviously thought he was some sort of player, and wasted no time in showing and interest in both Wendy and Jennifer. Jason wasn't about to put up with any of that shit. Wendy was his girlfriend, and everybody else had better stay away. As for Jennifer, she might be a pain in the ass, but she was his little sister, and any guy that wanted to get anywhere near her would have to go through Jason. Jason tried to take his mind off that by admiring the way Wendy looked tonight. She was a fairly small girl, though bigger than Jenny, about 5'4”, with long, dark hair and green eyes. She had big boobs for a girl her size, along with a slim waist and hips, and a really tight little ass. She was dressed to show it off tonight, wearing a loose top that only came halfway down her belly, and tight, low-cut jeans. The way Wendy was dressed didn't help Jason's mood any when he saw David looking at her.

While Jason was worrying about whether he'd have to teach somebody a lesson, Wendy was thinking about something else entirely. On the ride to the party, she'd be crammed up against Jason's whiny little sister in the seat of Jason's pickup, which was so small there was barely room for the three of them. At first, Wendy had been pissed, but after a couple of minutes, she noticed that she enjoyed having Jennifer pressed up against her. Wendy had always secretly wondered what it would be like to fuck another girl, and as she felt the warmth of the little blond next to her, she thought it might be time to find out.

Jennifer wasn't worried about much of anything except whether she'd be able to make it through the party without feeling so out of place that she started to cry.

*****

After about half an hour of sheer torture for Jason, things got even worse. Someone piped up with, “Let's play Spin the Bottle.” Jason leaned over to Wendy, who was curled up against on the couch and said, “They're not really going to play that lame-o kids game, are they?” Wendy gave him an evil grin and snickered, “Remember, they're not all as experienced as we are. Maybe the rest of them can pick up some pointers from us!”

David seemed to think Spin the Bottle was a great idea. He immediately started rounding people up. “Everybody sit in a circle on the floor. I'll go find a bottle and we'll get started. Come on, quit wasting time!”

As the kids started to arrange themselves on the floor, a boy named Steve said, “Hey, what happens if a guy spins the bottle and it points to another guy?”

David replied, “Just use the girl it's pointed closest to.”

Jason felt like stirring things up. "What if the two guys want to kiss each other?" That stirred things up all right. David mockingly said, "Yeah, right, like that's gonna happen," and then everyone decided to talk at once. Jason jumped in again with "What about two girls? What if they want to kiss each other?" That was a different story. "Well, I think they should be able to if they want to," said David, salivating at the thought of seeing two girls kissing. Most of the guys seemed to agree, while Wendy started wondering if Jason had been reading her mind.

Finally, Jason offered, "Why don't we just say if it's two guys or two girls, they get to decide if they want to or not. If both of 'em want to then they do, otherwise, no."

"But if it's a guy and a girl they have to, right?" That was David, of course. Probably worried none of the girls would kiss him otherwise, thought Jason.

"Wouldn't be much point to the game otherwise," replied Jason.

Everyone mumbled assent. The circle of people on the floor was complete. Wendy thought "Jeez, it's like a seance or something." David was the last to sit, holding the bottle, and, naturally, decided that he should go first. He spun the bottle so hard it almost flew out of the circle, but it eventually wound up pointed at a little redhead named Amber. They leaned across the circle and kissed. It was pretty obvious to Jason that neither one of them had much experience at it. Jason decided that David was likely all talk and no action when it came to girls, which didn't exactly surprise him much. After a couple of other turns, a fairly dweebie looking guy named Freddy spun the bottle, and it pointed to Jennifer. She squirmed a little bit; she wasn't about to admit that she'd never kissed anybody and had pretty much no idea of what she was supposed to do. Freddy leaned over and pressed his mouth against Jenny's. She thought it didn't seem like much at first. Then she felt Freddy's tongue start to worm it's way between her lips. Jenny wasn't sure whether to play along or scream. She opened her mouth slight, and let Freddy slip his tongue in. As the foreign object roamed through her mouth, sliding over her teeth, and gums, and the roof of her mouth, Jenny let her tongue slide over Freddy's, tasting him. After a few seconds, Freddy drove his tongue as far back in her mouth as it would go, then pulled his tongue back and broke off the kiss with a loud smack. "Not bad," Jennifer thought, "but not as great as everybody makes it out to be." She wasn't sure if it was her, or Freddy, or just being new to kissing, but something seemed to be missing.

The turns went around the circle. Wendy had to kiss David, which left her singularly unimpressed, his tongue flopping in her mouth like a dying fish, although it just about killed him. Jason got to kiss a very hot little redhead named Shannon. He was surprised to find that she was very good, and Shannon thought Jason was great, while Wendy silently steamed over how much Jason appeared to enjoy it. Jenny wound up kissing a couple of other guys, and found both of them to be in the same undistinguished category as Freddy.

Now it was Wendy's turn. She spun, and the bottle pointed directly at Jennifer. That caused a chorus of "Yeah, do it," from the guys. No girls had kissed each other yet, and every boy in the place was waiting for it to happen. Wendy stared hard at Jennifer and said, "Do you want to? I'm willing if you are." Wendy thought this was the chance of a lifetime.

Jennifer swallowed hard, and thought for a few seconds, but finally said softly, "Sure. OK, let's do it."

Jason, who was between them on the floor, leaned back so they could reach each other. Wendy put her hand on the back of Jennifer's head and pulled the younger girl toward her, gently pressing her lips against Jenny's. As soon as Jenny felt Wendy's mouth on hers, she knew this kiss would be different. Instead of just jamming her tongue into Jenny's mouth and wiggling it around, as the boys had done, Wendy slowly licked Jenny's lips, caressing them with her tongue. When Wendy's tongue entered Jennifer's mouth it probed with a purpose, learning the contours of Jenny's teeth, gums, the roof of her mouth. Jennifer felt a stirring in her belly that was new, exciting, and more than a little scary. Wendy, meanwhile, could feel the heat rising between her legs, as kissing her boyfriend's little sister caused her pussy to throb and begin to moisten her panties. When Wendy felt Jenny's tongue start to move against hers, she pulled her tongue back, teasing Jenny into letting her own tongue follow, back, over her lips, then over Wendy's, and into Wendy's mouth. Jenny let her tongue investigate Wendy's mouth, as Wendy sucked lightly, causing Jenny to breath a little heavier. It was all over in a few seconds, although it seemed to the girls that it went on for hours. When they broke apart, they both became aware that the boys had been cheering them on lewdly as they kissed, causing both to blush.

Jason had felt his cock start to harden as soon as Wendy's mouth had touched Jennifer's. It was the first time he'd ever seen two girls kiss in real life, and it was even hotter than seeing it in pictures or a porno movie. The fact that the two were his girlfriend and sister just made his dick rise that much faster. Now it was his turn to spin. The bottle pointed to Shannon, the same redhead he had kissed before. Shannon got real treat thanks to Jason being so fired up after watching Wendy and Jenny. Jason kissed her so intensely that Shannon felt lightheaded when they were done. Wendy had been angry enough about the way Jason had kissed Shannon the first time - now she was really pissed.

Jason passed the bottle to Jennifer. She spun and the bottle pointed straight at Jason.

"Uh, I don't know if I can do that," said Jenny nervously.

"Oh come on, sis, what can it hurt?" Jason was so horny now he was ready for just about anything. Without waiting for Jenny to answer, he pulled her to him, and planted his mouth on hers. To Jason's surprise, when he stuck his tongue in his sister's mouth, his cock got even harder. Meanwhile, Jennifer, still feeling kind of funny after kissing Wendy, found that kissing her brother was just as good. Jason was rougher than Wendy had been, but not so rough that it turned her off, and she felt the same tingle in her belly that she had with Wendy. Wendy watched, thinking that those two were kissing a little more passionately than a brother and sister should

After Jason and Jennifer finished the bottle continued around the circle, but after a couple of more turns the game started to break up. People were wandering off to continue the kissing more privately and maybe add a little something to it. Jason thought that was a great idea, and was ready to drag Wendy off into a corner, when his bad luck for the evening continued.

"Dude, I can score some righteous weed, but I need a ride. You've got a car here, right?" It was Freddy, the dorky little guy who'd been the first one to kiss Jennifer. Why Jason remembered that, and why it annoyed him so much, he wasn't sure.

"Yeah, I guess I can give you a ride. This won't take too long, will it?"

"No, it's not far from here. Thanks, dude, I'll get my stuff!"

Jason explained to Wendy and Jennifer what was going on, and disappeared into the night with Freddy. Wendy and Jennifer wandered over to a vacant couch and sat down.

"So, how did like Spin the Bottle?" Wendy asked with a chuckle.

"It was OK," Jennifer replied, "But there was something weird."

"What was that?"

Jennifer looked nervous or embarrassed. "Well, I like kissing, but I liked kissing you and Jason the best. My brother and his girlfriend. Pretty sick, right?"

Wendy giggled. "Maybe we're just better at it. We've done it more than the rest of these kids."

"Yeah, maybe that's it."

Wendy decided to take a chance. "Do you want to kiss me again?"

"You mean, now, with no game or anything?"

"Yeah."

"But, everybody'll look at us and say things like they did when we kissed before."

"I doubt it. Everybody's too busy making out to pay any attention to anybody else."

Jenny looked around. Wendy was right, pretty much everybody was busy, and the lights had been turned down low enough that it was hard to see anything anyway.

When Jennifer turned back to Wendy, Wendy reached one hand up to cradle Jenny's head, pulled it toward her, and began kissing her. The two leaned against the back of the couch as their tongues entertained each other, and both had begun breathing more heavily. Jennifer wasn't quite sure what she was feeling, but that strange flutter in her belly was back. Wendy was absolutely sure what she was feeling - she was horny as hell.

Wendy reached out with one hand and cupped it over Jenny's breast, squeezing lightly. Jenny gasped, broke off their kiss and whispered hoarsely, "Wendy, you can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"We're both girls!"

"So? Did it feel good?"

"Well, yeah..."

"Then shut up and kiss me again!"

Their lips met, and this time when Wendy's hand closed on Jennifer's breast, Jenny simply moaned softly into Wendy's mouth. After massaging Jenny's breast for a few seconds, Wendy moved her hand down between the younger girl's legs, pressing her fingers against the crotch of Jenny's jeans.

Jennifer had never been touched there. Ever. By anyone. Not even by herself. She broke off the kiss with Wendy and leaned her head back against the couch, breathing heavily. The fluttering in her belly was more of a burning and itching, now, and was concentrated around Wendy's hand. Wendy rubbed her hand up and down along the crotch of Jenny's pants, and Jennifer instinctively thrust her pelvis out against Wendy.

Wendy could feel the heat rising in Jennifer through her jeans. She lowered her face to Jenny's throat, kissing, licking, then nipping lightly with her teeth, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp, followed by a low moan. Wendy wasn't sure how far Jenny would let her go, but she wanted to find out, and she wasn't going to be able to do it on the couch with everyone else around, even with the lights turned down.

Wendy suddenly stood up, grabbed Jennifer's hand and pulled her to feet, and said, "Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"To look for something." One of Wendy's friends had told her that once during a party at David's house, David had taken her off to a small bathroom in the back of the house for a make-out session. It was in a place where nobody was likely to wander by. Wendy was hoping to find it, and sure enough, after a couple of minutes of wandering, there it was. Very small, a toilet and sink and just enough room for a couple of people, but that was all Wendy needed, and it had a lock on the door.

Wendy dragged Jenny inside, locked the door, and planted another big kiss on Jennifer's lips, at the same time putting her hand back between the younger girl's legs. Wendy resumed rubbing along the crotch of Jennifer's jeans, and Jenny again moved her pelvis in rhythm with Wendy's hand. Now, though, with some privacy, Jenny was moaning into Wendy's mouth and breathing heavily, which made Wendy even hornier.

Jennifer wasn't sure what was going to come next, but when Wendy took her hand away from Jenny's pelvis, Jenny moaned, "Oh, god, Wendy, don't stop!"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to stop."

Jenny felt Wendy's hand on the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning them, then unzipping. When she had Jenny's jeans open, she said, "Now you do mine." Jenny hesitantly moved her hands to Wendy's jeans, opening them the way Wendy had opened hers.

"Now, you do to me what I do to you," Wendy whispered, "and we'll both have plenty of fun."

Jenny gasped as Wendy's fingers slid along her belly, under the waistband of her panties, and brushed through Jenny's light blond pubic hair. Wendy's fingers reached Jenny's pussy lips, and began to rub her again, but this time with no clothes in the way. "Aaaahhhh...Oh, wow!" Jenny could hardly believe the feelings running through her body, as she felt the muscles in her lower belly twitch at Wendy's touch.

Wendy's other hand wrapped around Jenny's wrist and guided her hand to Wendy's lower belly. Jenny hesitated as her fingers touched Wendy's bare skin. Wendy looked into Jenny's eyes and moaned, "Put your hand in my pants. Please!" Jenny slipped her hand inside Wendy's jeans, and felt Wendy's pubic hair; Jenny was surprised to find out that Wendy wasn't wearing any panties. Jenny's fingers moved to Wendy's pussy lips, and Jenny could feel the moisture starting to seep out of Wendy's cunt.

When Wendy felt Jenny's fingers starting to caress her pussy, she curled her middle finger and slipped just the tip between Jenny's pussy lips and up inside her. At the feeling of having her cunt penetrated for the first time, Jenny's hips bucked forward against Wendy's hand, driving the older girl's finger deeper into Jenny's pussy.

"Aaaahhhh. Shit, that feels good!"

"Yeah, now make me feel good."

Jenny pushed her fingertip up against the opening of Wendy's pussy. She was a little awkward, never having done anything like this before, but eventually she wiggled her finger enough to get it to slide into Wendy's pussy. "Mmmm, baby," Wendy moaned as she shoved her pelvis against Jenny's hand.

Wendy began to pump her finger in and out of Jennifer's pussy, pulling back and flicking her fingertip over Jenny's clit, then driving her finger back in again. This time she didn't have to tell Jenny to follow her lead; the younger girl began finger-fucking her in time with Wendy's own thrusts. Jenny was moaning softly, obviously enjoying her first sexual experience. Wendy, meanwhile, was looking for a release of the sexual tension she'd been feeling all night. She couldn't believe now that she'd been pissed off when she saw that Jason had his little sister with him. Wendy plunged her finger into Jenny's pussy up to the hilt and held it there, at the same time humping wildly against Jenny's hand.

"Faster," she whispered to Jenny, "and harder!" Wendy felt the muscles in her belly tense. "Oh fuck!" She let out her breath in an explosive gasp, her body shook, and she clutched at Jenny, pulling her lover against her and leaning on the younger girl for support.

"Wendy, are you OK?" Jenny looked scared.

"Oh, yeah, I'm OK. You just made me cum!" It wasn't the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, but it was really good, and she was pretty sure things would only get better with Jenny, and other girls, in the future.

Wendy reached down an coaxed Jenny's hand out of her pants. Jenny's middle finger was soaked with Wendy's pussy juice. Wendy lifted it up in front of the 14-year-old's face. "Lick it and see how I taste," Wendy encouraged Jenny.

Jennifer licked one side of her finger, then took it into her mouth and sucked it like a popsicle; or maybe like something else, Wendy thought. This girl was going to be something when she got some experience.

"Interesting," Jenny purred. "Different, but nice." She'd never tasted anything like it; musky, but also slightly sweet. She definitely wanted to taste more.

Wendy's finger was still inside Jennifer, and now Wendy began to move it in and out again. "Mmmm, oooohhhh." Jenny could concentrate on how her own belly felt now, she didn't have to worry about what her finger was doing inside Wendy. She could also still smell and tasted Wendy's juice from her finger, and it aroused her even more. Jenny felt her hips moving against Wendy's hand as the older finger-fucked her. Jenny's body was on fire. Wendy had backed her up against the wall, and began massaging Jenny's breasts with her other hand, at the same time licking and sucking her throat. Each time Wendy's finger moved in and out of Jenny's cunt it scraped across her clit, sending a lightning bolt through Jenny's belly and up her spine. Jenny's body was becoming tense, and she needed a release. As if reading her mind, Wendy suddenly took her clit between her thumb and finger and pinched it hard.

"YES! YES! YES!" As her first orgasm surged through her, Jenny panted and gasped; her body shook, and her mind swirled. "Aaaahhhh. Aaaahhhh, god."

As Wendy withdrew her hand from Jenny's jeans, the two kissed deeply. Then Wendy slipped her finger into her mouth and sucked Jennifer's juices off. It was the first time she'd tasted pussy juice other than her own. Jenny tasted slightly sweeter and somehow not as strong as Wendy herself.

The two girls leaned against each other for a couple of minutes, worn out from their adventure, until Wendy said, "We better get back out there. We don't want Jason to wonder where we are when he gets back!"

*****

Part 2

It had taken longer than expected for Freddy to take care of his dope deal, and by the time Jason got back to the party it was getting a little late. The time hadn't been all wasted, though. While Jason was waiting for Freddy to take care of business, his cell phone had rung. It was his father, with bad news, or, from Jason's viewpoint, good news. Jason and Jennifer's parents were also at a party, about an hour's drive north. They'd been drinking, and the weather in that area had turned really nasty, so their hosts had invited them to spend the night. They'd accepted in the interest of safety.

"So you and Jenny will have to be home alone tonight, son. Think you'll be all right?"

"Yeah, we'll manage somehow, dad. Don't worry about us." God, his father was such a dork! Jason wondered if he'd been that way as a teenager, too, or if you just got more stupid about things like that as you got older.

When Jason and Freddy got back to the party, everyone who was still there was paired up and making out, except for Wendy and Jennifer, who were sitting on the couch talking. Freddy thought it might be his lucky day, since Jenny wasn't busy with anyone.

"Hey, why don't we all go get high!"

"Sorry, dude," Jason said. I got a call from my dad while you were finishing up your deal. Something came up, and we've got to go now."

As they headed out to the car, Jennifer, worried, asked, "What happened? Why do we have to leave?"

"What happened is that mom and dad aren't coming home tonight, and we've got the house all to ourselves." Turning to Wendy, Jason added, "How late can you stay out, baby?"

"Late enough," she answered with a grin.

"What am I supposed to do while you two are doing... whatever it is you do?" asked a very perturbed Jennifer after they had piled into Jason's pickup.

"Hell, I don't know, you'll think of something." Jason just wanted a piece of Wendy's ass and really didn't care much about what happened to his sister. "You can watch for all I care?"

Jason had said it to shut Jennifer up, so her was startled when she said, "Really? You'd let me do that?"

Startled didn't even cover when his girlfriend added, "Cool Jason, that would be so hot! I'm getting wet just thinking about it!"

Shit, Jason thought to himself, guess I put my foot in that one. As the thought percolated through his mind, though , he found that it was starting to make him feel hornier, too. Damn, what kind of sick pervert are you?

When they got back to the house, all three of them headed to Jason's bedroom This would be a treat for Wendy. They didn't get to be on a bed very often; they had to settle for whatever they could get. In the car. In the hot tub when nobody was watching. A couple of times even at school. Wendy wanted to be able to do it like normal people once in a while. Jason, on the other hand, didn't much care.

In the bedroom, Jason pulled Wendy to him. "Come here, baby, I'm ready for some action!" He began kissing her, hard. They hadn't kissed each other all night, and Jason was ready for his girlfriend's tongue instead of his sister's, or that little redhead Shannon's. Wendy took his tongue deep into her mouth, and her hands immediately went to his jeans and began unbuttoning and unzipping them. Jason thought Wendy was unusually horny tonight, even for a girl who normally had a pretty strong sex drive. Maybe the game at the party had turned her on.

They broke off the kiss and pulled off each other's tops. Jason pressed his mouth back against Wendy's, this time sucking Wendy's tongue into his mouth, and reached around her to unfasten her bra. Jason grunted as Wendy finished freeing his dick from his pants and began to stroke it with fingers. She reached under to cup his balls, then slid her hand up, wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking all the way to the head.

Jason wormed his hand down into Wendy's jeans. She wasn't wearing panties, which didn't surprise him much. What did surprise him was how wet she already was. She must have enjoyed Spin the Bottle more than she wanted to admit. He curled his finger up inside her and started stroking.

Jenny was following along with what her brother and his girlfriend were doing. When Jason and Wendy had taken off each other's tops, Jenny whipped her tank top off over her head and dropped it on the floor, where it was quickly joined by her bra. She moved her hands to her breasts, and started massaging, feeling a thrill shoot through her as she did. Now she had her jeans open, and was doing to herself with her fingers what she and Wendy had done to each other earlier. She couldn't believe she was doing this, and getting to look at a cock besides. Yeah, it was her brother's, but it was still a dick, the first she'd ever seen. And, brother or not, it looked pretty good to her. She was watching everything Wendy did, looking for pointers. Who knows, maybe someday she'd be able to do something like that with a boy.

Wendy dropped Jason's cock, leaving it pointing at her, backed away from him slightly, and started taking off her jeans. When she was done, she dropped to her knees in front of Jason and pulled down his jeans and underwear, dropping them in a pile on the floor when she was done. She glanced over and saw that Jennifer, still watching them, was stripping off her jeans and panties as well, leaving all three naked.

Wendy took Jason's dick in her hand again, and moved her face close.

Jason moaned, "Yeah, honey, suck my cock!" He always wanted her to put it in her mouth, but she wouldn't do it very often.

Wendy hesitated, then looked over at Jenny with a wicked grin on her face. "Wanna help?"

Jenny was shocked. The thought of putting a guy's dick in her mouth was weird enough, but this was her brother. She wasn't sure what to say.

If his sister was shocked, Jason was devastated. "Are you crazy?" he practically shouted at Wendy. "That's my sister. She can't do that."

"You want your cock sucked, or not?" was all Wendy replied.

Jason groaned. He was trapped.

Wendy reached up, grabbed Jennifer by the wrist and pulled her down onto the floor next to her. Now both girls were kneeling in front of Jason's stiff prick.

"Just watch what I do, and then you'll get a chance to do it too," Wendy instructed Jennifer. Wendy was a great cocksucker, and she actually enjoyed doing it, but she wouldn't give it to Jason any time he wanted it. That way, she could hold it over him when she wanted to - like now.

Jenny watched, her mouth hanging open, as Wendy held Jason's cock straight up in the air, leaned her face against it, and stuck her tongue out against the base just above his balls. Wendy licked up along the shaft, all the way up until she grazed her tongue over the pee-hole in the tip of Jason's cock. Then she wrapped her lips around just the head of his cock and sucked lightly on it before pulling her head back.

"Your turn," she said to Jennifer. "Hold it with your hand like this."

Jenny reached her hand over and took hold of her brother's cock. She held it up, and leaned in, mimicking Wendy's movements. When her tongue touched the base of Jason's cock, she felt him twitch. She licked up his cock as Wendy had done. He tasted salty and gamy, not at all like her finger after it had been in Wendy's pussy. Jason twitched again when Jenny's tongue reached the bottom of his cockhead, and groaned when the tip of her tongue opened his pee-hole. Jenny opened her mouth and took the head of her brother's cock in. It was just for a second before she let it go, but she got the full taste of him in her mouth, and thought about what it would be like to have his cock fill up her mouth; or fill her up somewhere else.

Jason was just about going wild. As his little sister handled his cock he was torn between incredible guilt and the most intense sexual arousal he'd ever felt. Before today he'd never thought of Jennifer in a sexual way. Now he might never be able to think about her any other way.

Wendy took Jason's cock back from Jenny, smiling as she said, "OK, next lesson! Watch close!"

Wendy licked up the length of Jason's cock again, but this time when she reached the top, she opened her mouth and took a couple of inches of his dick in, then bobbed her head up and down on it a few times, taking a little more into her mouth with each stroke. After half-a-dozen or so strokes, Wendy let Jason's cock pop out of her mouth, and turned to Jennifer again.

"Don't forget to lick it with your tongue while you suck," Wendy advised Jenny as she handed Jason's dick back to her.

Jennifer again did as Wendy had showed her. As she began to take more than just the head of his cock into her mouth, Jenny found she had to open her jaw as far as she could. She'd never tried putting anything that big into her mouth before. As Jason's cock slid past her lips, the curled her tongue around the bottom of it. She felt her teeth scraping along his skin, and the head of his cock bumped against the roof of her mouth. It felt hard and smooth, and she was incredibly turned on. How much of her excitement was because it was her brother she was sucking, she wasn't sure. She took in as much as she could without gagging, maybe a couple of inches, then pulled her head back, started down again.

Jason's mind had pretty much stopped functioning by now. He knew it was his little sister sucking his cock, but he didn't care anymore. All he cared about now was that he had two hot girls paying sexual attention to him, and he was having the time of his life.

Wendy watched Jennifer's head move up and down on Jason's cock a few times, then reached in and pulled Jenny back.

"Keep that up and he's going to cum in somebody's mouth instead of where I want it," Wendy said. "Come on, Jenny, time to get you up on the bed."

Jennifer wasn't sure what Wendy was talking about, but she found out soon enough, as Wendy half picked Jenny up, stretched her out on Jason's bed, then scooted her up so her shoulders were propped against the headboard. Wendy pushed Jenny's legs apart, knelt in front of her, and lowered her face in between the younger girl's legs. This is what Wendy had wanted since she'd kissed Jennifer during the game, and she wasn't going to wait any more. Wendy spread Jenny's pussy lips apart, and pressed her mouth against the opening, shoving her tongue out so that pushed inside Jenny. Jenny's taste and smell made Wendy practically go wild. She purred as she started lapping at the girls' cunt.

Jennifer moaned when Wendy's tongue entered her. It was a different feeling than having a finger there. The tongue was wet and moved around more against her pussy lips Jenny's pelvis jerked and her back arched up off the bed when the tongue hit her clit.

Jason had simply stared, open-mouthed, when his girlfriend went down on his sister. It was like every teenage boy's dream come true. After a minute or so of watching, listening to his sister moan and looking at Wendy's ass sticking up in the air, it was time to join in. Jason hopped up onto the bed behind Wendy, and rammed his cock into to the hilt in one motion. Jason groaned, knowing he was finally going to be able to finish something. Wendy gasped as he pushed into her, and the force of his thrust shoved her face away from Jenny's pussy and up onto her belly. Jenny squealed, as Wendy's teeth scraped over the fourteen-year-old's clit as she was forced up.

Jason couldn't hold anything back now. He simply started hammering into Wendy's pussy as hard and fast as he could. Wendy was breathing heavily now, and Jason's thrusts made it impossible to keep her mouth on Jenny's pussy. Instead, Wendy slid her middle finger into Jenny, then quickly added her index finger. Wendy gasped, "Shit, Jason, fuck me harder!" and amazingly, he managed to do just that.

Jennifer's hips thrashed against Wendy's hand, Wendy's two fingers opening her farther, and reaching deeper into her, than anything she'd felt yet. Then she felt Wendy's thumb rub against her clit, and she lost it completely. Jenny's back arched up off the bed, then she fell back and jerked her shoulders up. She dug her hands into the bed as she felt spasms run through her pussy, then spread in waves through the rest of her body.

"Aaaahhhh! Wendy, I'm cumming again! So...good..." Jennifer collapsed back on the bed, her breathing heavy.

Wendy pushed herself up on her hands and looked down at Jenny as Jason kept fucking her. She could feel her own orgasm getting close.

"Oh...god...Jason...yeah I love being fucked hard! Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum! Unh...Unh...Unh... AAAAHHHH YESSSSS!" The sixteen-year-old dissolved in the most shattering orgasm of her young life. Her entire body vibrated and her breath left her in a wild explosion. She fell forward on top of Jennifer, unable to move.

When Wendy fell forward, Jason's body followed hers, his cock still inside her. He'd held off as long as he could, but now, after watching his sister and girlfriend both cum, there was nothing more he could do. As he flopped onto Wendy's back, his load forced it way through his cock and out into Wendy's dripping pussy. As he finished spurting, and his cock began to shrink and soften, he rolled off the girls onto his back on the bed.

All three lay still for a few minutes. Then Wendy said, "Come on Jenny, we've got work to do. No way is he going to get away with just once tonight!"

*****

Part 3

With Wendy leading the way again, the two girls started working on Jason's cock, intent on getting it to perform at least once more. Jason was still on his back on the bed. Wendy started licking and sucking him, then, when Jennifer joined in, Wendy moved farther down and began sucking on his balls. Jason was in heaven, his cock in his sister's mouth while his girlfriend licked and sucked his balls. Jennifer could feel her brother's cock hardening as lenthening as she sucked it. She wondered if she'd be able to get more of into her mouth this time once it was fully erect.

Wendy decided to leave the brother and sister to themselves and see what would develop. After giving Jason's balls a final good licking, she moved off the bed and onto a chair that sat next to it. She had a fine view of what was happening on the bed as she began some self-exploration. Wendy put her feet up on the seat of the chair, pulling her knees up toward her shoulders, spreading her thighs apart. She laid one hand along the opening of her pussy and began rubbing up and down, sliding her fingers and palm over her crotch. After a few strokes, as she moved her hand down toward the seat of the chair, the tip of her middle finger slid between her ass cheeks and bumped against the ring of her anus. Wendy let out a small gasp as a thrill ran through her body. She moved her hand back up, and when it went down again she applied slightly more pressure to her anus with her finger, this time stopping just short of allowing the finger to penetrate her. As she played with herself, she noticed that things were getting more interesting on the bed.

Jason's cock was now fully erect, Jennifer was taking more of it into her mouth than she had before. At one point she let it move far enough into her mouth that she could feel the head bump against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, and her throat closed around the tip of Jason's cock, causing him to grunt.

When he felt Jenny's throat squeeze the head of his cock, Jason knew he had to have more. He pulled his sister's head away from his cock and rolled up onto his knees on the bed. Jason grabbed Jennifer by her shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed, on her back, and knelt above her. Jason took his cock in his hand, guided it between his sister's legs, and wedged the head in between the lips of her pussy... and stopped, frozen by guilt, suddenly realizing what it was he was about to do.

Jenny felt a thrill of combined fear and excitement race through her when Jason threw her down on the bed. She was shaking with anticipation when she felt the head of his cock move between the lips of her cunt. It was so much thicker than anything else she'd ever felt there! But then he stopped. Jenny looked up at him and saw the hesitation on his face. She had to do something to get him to continue.

"Jason, do it to me! I want you to... to fuck me!" It was the first time she'd ever used that word out loud. And that was all it took. Jason bucked his hips forward and drove his cock into his sister's pussy, not stopping until he bottomed out as the tip of his cock hit her cervix.

Jennifer whimpered as she felt Jason's cock sink into her. It was not only thicker, but much longer than anything else that penetrated her that night, reaching much deeper inside her. She felt intense pressure inside her belly as the walls of her pussy were pushed apart. A stab of pain made her wince and mewl, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she expected, and lasted only seconds. Then she didn't think about it at all, as Jason's cock opened her up all the way inside. She moaned as she felt his dick bump up against her cervix, completely filling her.

"God, Jason, it feels so good! Fuck me, please!"

Wendy got hotter and hotter as she watched the two incestuous teenagers. She spread her legs farther apart on the chair, and dipped two fingers of her right hand into her dripping pussy. She slid them in as deep as she could, pulled them back out and lifted them to her mouth, then sucked her juices off. As her right hand drifted back to her pussy, she moved her left hand under her ass, so she was sitting on it, then curled her middle finger up between her ass cheeks and began playing with the opening of her anus again. This time, though, just pressing her finger against her anal ring wasn't enough. As her right hand fucked her cunt, she shoved up hard with the middle finger of her left hand, pushing it inside her ass. She gasped as she felt her butt being violated for the first time. She inserted her finger as far inside as it would go, then began to experiment with it. She wiggled it around inside her ass, then curled it up, and tested the way different motions made her feel, the entire time pumping the fingers of her other hand in and out of her pussy. Wendy found that the sensations she received by having a finger in her ass were different from anything she felt from having her pussy penetrated, and having her ass filled made the experience more intense. She was soon finger-fucking both holes furiously.

When Jason heard his sister begging him to fuck her, he lost all restraint. He was now ramming her as hard as he ever had Wendy, using short, hard strokes. His pelvis was slamming against Jenny's clit and his balls slapped against her ass with every stroke. If he hadn't come once already he'd probably have blow his load as soon as he stuck his cock into his sister. but with one already behind him, he was able to keep going for a while.

Jennifer couldn't believe how it felt to have her pussy filled up and stretched. Having her brother be the one fucking her just made it that much more exciting. The walls of her cunt squeezed together as Jason pulled back, then split apart again as he plowed into her. She thrust her pelvis up at him with each stroke, moaning as he banged against her clit. She had no control left over her body. She leaned her head back, breathing heavily through her mouth, and closed her eyes, giving way to the shivers running through her as her brother ravished her. As her breathing grew more ragged, she could feel the climax approaching.

"Oh god, Jason! Oh fuck! Unh, yes, AAAAHHHH!" Jennifer's back arched up off the bed, then slammed back down. She wrapped her arms around Jason and clawed at his back, her nails leaving marks. Jenny locked her legs around Jason's hips, pulling him tighter against her. Her body vibrated, and her chest heaved with the force of her breathing.

Jason had been thinking that he should pull out of Jennifer before he shot his load inside her, since he was pretty sure she wasn't on the pill, but when Jenny's orgasm hit that was no longer an option. The pain of his sister's fingernails digging into his back drove him on, then her legs trapped him inside her. Feeling her pussy squeeze his cock as she came was the last straw. As he forced himself as deep inside Jennifer as possible, his cum boiled up out of his balls and through his cock, and he started squirting it inside his sister's pussy.

Jennifer felt her brother's cum stream out of him and into her, squeezing around his cock to coat the walls of her pussy, seeping through her cervix into her womb. She lay back, completely satisfied, with Jason sprawled on top of her. Jenny felt Jason's cock shrink and begin to slip out of her, and could feel his semen leaking out of her pussy onto the bed.

Wendy had brought herself to the edge of another massive orgasm with her two-hole masturbation, then slowed down. She didn't want to miss anything that was happening on the bed because she was too busy cumming herself. Now, as she watched her boyfriend and his sister finish their incestuous coupling, it was time. Wendy pumped the two fingers of her right hand furiously in and out of her pussy, while rubbing her thumb against her clit. At the same time she finger-fucked her ass hard and fast with her other hand.

"Unnnnhhhhh! Aaaahhhh!" She let out an explosive breath, and her body shook so hard she nearly slid off the chair. "Oh, fuck, yes!" She slumped back against the chair, catching her breath, and already thinking about what the next step would be tonight.

*****

Part 4

After resting for a few minutes, Wendy decided it was time to get things going again. She bent over Jason's cock, looked down at him, and said, "You better be able to do one more tonight!" Then she turned to Jennifer and added, "You going to help me with this?"

Wendy opened her mouth wide and took in Jason's entire limp dick. The taste was intoxicating; a mixture of Jason's usual flavor, along with his semen, together with the pussy juices of both girls. She'd never tasted anything quite like it. Wendy joined in, and they took turns sucking Jason, and giggling at each other as his cock began to grow and stiffen again. Jason simply lay there, letting his girlfriend and sister work on him, wishing he'd be able to tell his friends about it. They'd never believe him! He'd just have to be content with enjoying the experience. He watched as the two girls each licked up one side of his dick, then brought their tongues together at the tip, dissolving into a long, deep kiss. Damn, just like he'd seen it so many porn movies!

Jason's cock was back to full throttle now, and Wendy was ready for her next step. She moved to the head of the bed, knelt down, and braced her hands against the headboard, then turned to Jason and said, "Put it in my ass."

"You... What?!" Jason was shocked. He simply couldn't believe what he was hearing. After everything else that had happened tonight, this might just be too much.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass. Do it. Now." Wendy wasn't in any mood for a debate.

Jason, moving in slow motion, crawled up behind Wendy, while Jennifer watched. Jason was still a little hesitant about the whole thing, but the sight of Wendy's naked ass sticking up in the air was enough to overcome his misgivings. He slowly spread apart Wendy's ass cheeks with one hand, while he guided his cock to the opening of her anus with the other. He placed his cockhead against the ring of Wendy's ass, and pushed forward just enough so the head popped through into her ass. It gripped his cock like nothing he'd ever felt before.

"Owww! Oh, god!" Wendy winced in pain as Jason's cock stretched her anal ring. It opened her up a lot wider than her finger had. Still, she was excited by the feeling.

"Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?"

"No! Don't stop! Just take it slow."

Jason leaned forward pushing just an inch or so of his cock into Wendy's ass, then pulled back slowly until just the head was still inside. Wendy groaned as she felt her ass open reluctantly to take him in. He repeated the stroke, then again, and again, each time moving into her just a little further. Wendy grunted with each stroke as more and more of her ass was stretched open. The mixture of pain and pleasure she was feeling was something completely new to her, and was taking her places she had never expected to go. Since her ass was tighter than her pussy, she could feel each movement of his dick inside her more clearly than when he was in her cunt. As Jason's cock penetrated farther into her ass, she could feel her pussy begin to pulse with the rhythm of his strokes. Each time she thought she must have all of him inside, he humped again, and she felt her ass violated deeper.

Jason, meanwhile, found that same extra tightness meant that his cock got more stimulation when it was in Wendy's ass. He began to thrust into her more quickly, and finally announced, "It's all the way in."

Wendy let out a gasp; she knew she wouldn't have been able to take much more inside her. She looked over at Jennifer, still lying on the bed, and ordered, "Come here. Finger-fuck me." Jenny did what she was told, kneeling next to Wendy, reaching between her legs, and thrusting two fingers into the older girl's pussy.

Wendy was on fire. Her pussy pulsed around Jennifer's fingers, dripping wet. Her ass burned with each stroke of Jason's cock. Unlike when she'd had her cherry popped, the pain wasn't going away, but it didn't matter, because the pain was now simply part of what was driving her to the edge. Her mind no longer operated, her body was simply a series of nerve endings. She was gasping with every stroke now, barely able to breathe.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm... Oh my god!" Wendy's entire body convulsed. Her ass spasmed around Jason's cock, her pussy around Jennifer's fingers. The muscles in her belly contracted and released, again and again. Her hands gripped the headboard as if she was trying to rip it off, as her back arched. She let out one, two, three explosive breaths, then her body shuddered and relaxed.

And then Jason's semen erupted into her ass. Combined with Jennifer still fingering her pussy it was enough to trigger another orgasm, although her body didn't have enough strength left to explode as it had seconds before. This time she simply trembled and moaned, then remained frozen in her kneeling position, her body too spent to even allow her to lie down. Jenny took her fingers away from Wendy's pussy. Jason's cock had quickly shrunk and slipped out of her ass, worn out from its big night.

Wendy finally slumped onto the bed and curled up in a ball. Under her breath, she was moaning, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Meanwhile, her mind had started work again, and she was beginning to wonder what she could try next that would outdo even this.