as marrying Eddie and taking a missionary trip to Africa. The plans for Lisa had fallen through. A female relative, who originally decided to take Lisa for the two year trip, had said no. A church member also backed out. Laura started to beg, but I remembered the happy full of life child and was happy to take her. Laura met me at the airport with Lisa. Lisa had changed, in a big way. She had withdrawn, and become very quiet. She had also grown into a beauty. Standing just under five foot, with long brown hair, she had an angel like face and a figure that suggested that womanhood was near. After going over the paerwork, I left the airport and took Lisa out to a nice restaurant. She answered questions only, but offered no voluntary information. I quickly enrolled her in school, and noticed her slowly unwind. She gave her first full unforced smile two weeks after she arrived. The child I knew began to return. This was because I made a point of spending time with her, taking her out sometimes. We did have a routine. I had taken an early shift at work that allowed me to get home about half an hour before she got home from school. We would say our hellos, she would disappear into her room to do homework, and in the evenings we would watch TV together, go somewhere, or just talk. Two months after she arrived, our relationship took a very different turn. I had made dinner and called down the hallway. There was no response, so I walked down the hallway and looked in her room. She was naked, lying on her stomach reading a book. She had earphones on and couldn't hear me. I involuntarily scanned down her naked backside and noticed her sweet bubble butt before recovering. I tried looking in a different direction as I called her name again. I finally had to tap her on the head. She had a startled look on her face. "Dinner" I said as she pulled the earphones off. I quickly retreated to give her her dignity. She appeared in shorts and a T shirt at the dinner table. I apologized for embarrassing her. She then apologized. I told her that she didn't need to apologize. She told me that she had always been allowed to run around naked at home, but when her mom's new husband moved in, he had problems with it. He would burst in her room and start quoting scripture, although she was naked only in her room. I felt the burn of angry memories of childhood, when screwed up adults would try to force religion down my throat. It was because of these memories that I then told her what I did, instead of extolling the virtues of modesty. I told her she was free to be naked around the house, but not to show off in front of any boys. We shook hands on it. She took my word the next day as she appeared at the dinner table in the altogether. She was growing a nice set of breasts with tiny brown nipples. Only an appearance of light colored fuzz obscured her slit. We smiled a lot at dinner, and even cuddled a little while watching TV that evening. I kept my hands away from her goodies and rose to no more than half hard while the naked eleven year pranced about the house or filled my right side with warmth as she leaned into me. A week later, I had a hard day at work. I was late and picked up take out on the way home. We ate the the take out, then I collapsed on my side-on the couch to watch TV. She spooned into me. It felt very nice, and so did she as I gently and slowly slid my hand down the side of her body from shoulder blade to hip. Again, I kept my hands away from her goodies. Several nights later, I laid on the couch, on my back, to watch TV. Lisa laid on top of me. It was during a commercial that I felt the first shift of her hips. Then I noticed that there was rhythym to her hip movements. I was filled with shock and disgust as I realized she was masturbating. I would've rolled her off of me, but I noticed the labored breathing next to my ear. I've always been a sucker for that kind of thing. I lifted my hands to place them on her ribcage. She froze, but resumed a minute later. I then worked my hands slowly down her side until they reached her butt. Just then I felt her shudder as she inhaled deeply and held her breath. Then she exhaled and relaxed. I racked my mind as I tried to consider ways to find out if she was wet. I resisted temptation, until it was time for bed. When we got up, I slapped her gently on the bottom. She squealed, turned around, tickled my sides, then squealed as I reached for her. I chased her to her bed. We play wrestled, and I allowed her to control the match. I let her get on top. She purposely got on top, then made a point of placing her breasts in my face. I caught her by surprise by kissing a nipple. She squealed and I flipped her over. She hugged my hips with her legs. She was biting her lip as I felt her rubbing herself against me. The look on her eyes was one of "What are you going to do about it?" I then began to tickle her side. She turned several times, then a breast rubbed against my hand. I stopped doing what I was doing and just placed my hands above her head. She let her hands droop to her side before she cupped her breasts, then encircled my neck. I leaned in while her hands seemed to pull me in. I kissed one nipple, then the other. She unwrapped her legs from my waist. I lifted myself once more from her. We locked eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. She shook her head. "If you want me to stop, say stop and I will. Do you understand?" She whispered "Yes". I leaned in and kissed her nipples again, then lowered myself to her nearly hairless pussy. I placed my mouth on her muff and licked her clit. She moaned and grasped my head with her thighs. I began licking her in earnest. She moaned and writhed before raising her hips in rhythym to meet the thrusts of my tongue in her little hole. We went faster and faster until she convulsed in her first full out orgasm. I let her catch her breath, then I explained to her she couldn't repeat to anyone what happened. She told me that at school they got lectures about good touching and bad touching, and she didn't mind ther touching we had done. She told me that she would be discrete as she knew what would happen if she didn't. She was enjoying life with me far better than with her mom and new dad. She sealed our new relationship with a kiss. The next day at dinner, she protested my wearing of clothes. "Come on Chris", she whined, "you see me naked every day. Let me see you naked". I undressed at the dinner table. Her eyes went to my dick. She took a good look before I sat down, obscuring her view. A couple of minutes later, she got a playful look in her eyes.I realized why as I felt her bare foot touch my thigh. I squirmed, but she still managed to touch my dick with her foot. I stood up. She squealed and took off. I chased her again to her bed. We repeated the night before as I kissed her nipples, then ate her out. I laid next her, my dick resting on her thigh. We kissed. I was oozing pre cum. She brushed her thigh against it. I flinched. "Do you think it will fit in me?" she asked. "No, probably not" I answered. "Do you want to try?" "I don't think I should" I told her. "Come on Chris, you please me. Why don't you use my body to please yourself?" "Because you might get pregnant. Because I can get in so much trouble. Because I shouldn't, that's why". "Just take me to a doctor tomorrow and I'll tell him that I fooled around with a boy and I should be on the pill". We agreed on placing my dick against her mound while she used her hand to hold it in place while I moved my hips. We were a couple of minutes into doing that when she shifted her hips. She grabbed my dick, and placed it at her opening. She pulled me into her while raising her hips. I could've pulled away, and should've pulled away, but I let her guide my dick in. It was tight, then we felt the obstruction of her cherry. She bit her lip and suppressed a scream as I violated her virgin vagina. I saw her eyes tear up. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. She shook her head violently. I gave her pussy a long moment to get used to my dick beforte I began slowly pumping her. She placed her hands on my arms and panted while I used her body. I felt my orgasm coming and filled her tiny tight hole with my hot cum. I fell to her side, panting. She leaned over and kissed me. "Are you alright?" I asked. She nodded her head and kissed me again. "Take me to a doctor tomorrow?" she pleaded. "Of course" I agreed. We cuddled, spooned, and slept together in her bed that night. She's been on the pill for a month now and is my daily lover. When she used the word husband, I had to stop her. I don't want her fantasies to screw up our lives. Sex is also my bargaining tool for her to get good grades. She had me buy her a maid's apron and we play at the dinner table. Life is good.

al store one afternoon, walking home with a small bag of things. There is a lake near our house and I detoured to walk beside it. Then sat on a bench and watched some geese come in for a landing. First they were dots in the sky, circling into a glide path, finally honking and landing like small planes on the surface fluttering to a stop, splashing the water with their feet. I was intent on the birds and hadn't noticed an animal had come to my bench. It had a white spash in the middle of his face and on his throat. The rest of him black. His tongue was out as he panted and looked up at me for some doggy treat. I patted his head. "Nice doggy," and he licked my hand. I gave him no thought and watched the geese paddle around but he licked my hand again letting me know he was still there. He had longing eyes so I looked through my groceries for a treat. I broke open some sandwich meat and gave him bits of ham which he gobbled and licked again.

Being a serious dog lover, its licking made my body to respond even though I wasn't interested at all. Nature and my bad habits took over my body. It was a dog and my body ached for dogs, got wet for dogs. It wasn't a conscious thing and, there in the park? Come on. In a public park! You're kidding. But my body wasn't kidding so I crossed my legs to hide my scent from this strange, hungry dog. My ears were filling though and I was instantly wet, as a dog bitch's body is wont to do. At this point in my dog lust days, I couldn't help myself. Common sense had no control. I looked down at him. He was a strapping fellow, a big dog. Being curious I checked how he was hung. I had no interest in a little mutt but this was a fine animal and his dick peeked from its sheath...dripping as he licked at my hand.

I looked around the park on this warm afternoon and saw that, except for the geese and some guy asleep under a tree some distance from me, I was alone. I patted the animal's head and chuckled his mouth. He sniffed and panted, as a dog will, and I could tell he already had me on his radar as he pushed at my hand and his dick protruded more. Dogs are all the same. Like men. They grow lusty with a start. Me, too. A couple licks and I was ready. And his dick kept growing. I reached down to play with it, encouraging it and glanced about again. Still safe.

I uncrossed my legs and the panting was intent now. His nose lifted my dress. His tongue was licking toward me and I felt hot all over. My ears were pulsing and knew I would be raped there in the park by this handsome dog. When he licked my panties I reached and pulled them aside, opening wider for the good stuff and he licked again with more force. God! I wanted to lie on my back but didn't dare. I looked around and saw the sleeping man was gone.

Where had he gone? I didn't know and didn't care. I was here with this animal. Wanted ravishing right there. But I stood up instead, gathered my groceries and walked the short distance to my house. No one was home, we could be private, I could be open and completely lusty. I walked, with the dog following, and got to my door in a few minutes. The dog was hesitant and I got another bit of ham, holding it out at the doorway and he came in and ate it. I was ready to be eaten, put down the package, went to our living room and laid back on the couch. This dog, this stupid damned dog, then sat in the kitchen, looking at me, his dick recoiling into its sleeve. I was terribly horny and the dog had lost the scent.

Now it was my turn to take charge. Patting the couch, the dog came over and we started our seduction anew. Petting his head, working at his dick-sleeve and soon we were back on track. I removed my underwear, lifted my dress and he was at me with that delicious tongue which got me hot and dripping even before the first stroke. I watched him lick my hair and cunt and spread it for him, watching his red dick come out again. I rested my head now. He didn't need to be told. This hairy animal thing was in charge of my body and I let out a groan as the first wave of sensation went through me. I lifted my hips for him. His cold nose gave me shudders and I lost it. The endless desparate licking--he wanted my juices, eating my spend with such eagerness. My breathing was panting in short gasps. A new dog. A new tongue. I was a promiscuous dog's bitch and lifting to each sensational lick.

I was jolted because I heard something else, not the dog or me, there was a loud knocking on our front door. Not now!! Please! Please!! Not just now when I was so close...but another demanding knock and I had to collect myself, push down the dog, push down the dress, calm myself for the fucking door.

I opened it. It was the man in the park! He had that look on his face. Like he knew. My face was flush and he saw it. There was no hiding. No denial. "I saw you and 'him' walking away," he said. I was a dog's bitch in heat and my face told a story. He took my hand, pushing me back, closing the door, leading me into the living room where he, dog and I were now a threesome. He picked my underwear from the floor, tossed it on the couch and smiled. He held me close and kissed my lips. His hands were busy on my wet parts. I was shocked and hot and hadn't come yet because of this...his...loud interruption as his tongue was in my mouth, milking my tongue and his hands were at my body, milking me with long fingers, and his long stiff finger was stroking my clit and dipping into me. I was ready and couldn't stand the tease. Held on his neck to stay upright.

I slippped from his grip to the couch and he was down at my knees, spreading me. The air made me cold where I was dripping wet. I waited for him to take me. "Come on boy," he said. And I felt hairy paws on my hips and a huge stiff dog cock poking at me. "I know what you're about," he said to me. "You're a dog's bitch. One cock's like another to some. Am I right?" he asked. I just nodded. "Except there are cocks and then there are really long, knotted dog cocks. Tell me it's so!" I just nodded again. I was too hot to say anything, wanting more. I needed fucking now and looked at the man with glassy eyes, feeling the tip of dog's cock poking at me, missing, poking again. Then the man took charge, directing that cock into my hole. It was a surging thing, entering me with his guidance, retreating and surging again. Then it kind of stopped and I was spread wide by this slick hot cock as the huge knot tore at me, stretching and it was too big to enter. He took my shoulder, saying: "Hold on!" I grabbed his leg and he held me tight. The knot was too much but the dog and his bitch were both dripping, lubricated and suddenly it forced itself inside. I cried out. Some gutteral, animal-like sound. The man was petting my head, wiping my tears, soothing me .

Momentarily all was still, suspended, me stretched to the breaking, tears on my cheeks and in my mouth, his hand guided the monster, pushing me on it, petting me and my legs. Then my tormented cunt surrendered and relaxed, embraced this thing lodged inside and I felt hairy legs clutch at my sides and the stroking began again. I was wide open, controlled and I could feel the tip of the cock inside, teasing me. Nothing had teased me there before, and the dog rocked and pushed. I released myself completely, crying out again with that animal sound, this time in an ecstacy of pleasure. An aching, arching sound from my mouth as though my whole being was responding to sensations. The man held my shoulder and I reached and grabbed his cock. The dog became frantic. It was his moment and he would take me. I gripped the man's cock hard, holding on. I could feel his warm come on my wrist while the dog fucked me and I stroked the man's cock. We three frantic things. Arching my butt to receive every push and thrust. Legs pawing at my waist to secure the whole cock and knot. Until it was done and I was done.

Then we were not moving. I only a throbbing thing, man and dog cocks throbbing. The tears ran down my cheeks and along my neck. The man was petting my thigh, kissing my salty lips. I moved my mouth aside for air. The dog was panting on my chest. He had worked hard and worked me hard. We all rested there on the couch as I felt the wet on my face and juices oozing from me, down my cheeks. Now I was more cool than hot. Finally his knot released. More fluids down my cheeks with the dog licking up our spend. His tongue on my legs and cunt but I was exhausted and his tongue was only soothing and cleansing. My arousal in decline. I couldn't open my eyes as they both lifted from the couch. The man put a blanket over me. I heard the front door close.

I rembered the geese landing on the waters of our lake, bobbing on the surface, and my own fluids cooling, my body becalmed. I wondered of my next walk home from the market, planning another detour along the lake edge and if there might again be that man resting and the dog. I was dreamy and relaxed now. Surely it had been a dream. Surely. I opened my eyes and there was no dog, no man, but I saw my underwear on the arm of the couch and some green beneath--green?--$100 bill in green! I went and locked the door, leaned against it, smiled to myself, felt warm all over again. And I had a few dollars for more shopping.

and Maria was keeping the kids for him tonight at his house. Maria would be sleeping over since he worked till 9 in the morning. The children were already in bed and fast asleep as he ate his supper in the kitchen before departing for work.

Maria wore her favorite little shorts (white) and a pull over top that accented her brown eyes. She did wear a bra for the purpose of training her budding breasts to be erect and proud. Her panties were peach colored and silky smooth, bikini style. Her complexion was perfect, her legs so tanned and creamy smooth, her hips tight and inviting, her tummy tight enough to bounce a quarter on. Maria’s breasts were merely more than a mouthful but her nipples were still large and pointed. Her brown hair hung down past her shoulders.

 

Maria loved to listen to the funky R&B music and dance around. She knew all the latest dances that the other kids did and she could move her body to every beat. Maria’s uncle couldn’t help but watch her now as she heard her favorite song (they were all favorite songs!). Maria dipped her hips low and did a slow humping motion as he choked on his food as he watched her beautiful ass wiggle and could clearly see where Maria’s panty gripped her ass. Pierre had seen enough!

 

Pierre stopped eating and picked up the cordless phone. He walked into the back of the house and called into work letting them know he wouldn’t be in tonight. There was a problem with his babysitter he had to take of so he would use one of his leave days the boss had been asking him to take.

 

Pierre returned to the kitchen to see his foxy niece turning to face him, her firm belly showing between her top and shorts. He told Maria he was not going to work tonight and that he was staying with her. Maria asked why and he answered that it was time she learned and accepted her role in the family as all the girls before her had done, even her mother.

He explained to Maria that their’s was an old Spanish and Catholic family, rich in tradition. A big part of this tradition is that the young girls in the family provide relief for the men of the family except for their father or brother. But uncles, grandfathers, and cousins are to be satisfied whenever they need to physically release themselves and inform the young girls of their need for them.

 

Maria said she didn’t understand. Pierre walked to Maria, put his arm around her waist and pulled her to his lap as he sat down in the kitchen chair. Maria sat on Pierre’s lap as one of his hands massaged the small of her back under her top while the other gently stroked her creamy thigh. Pierre began to explain what the family expected from her.

Pierre explained that when a girl reaches age 13 in their family, she has a duty to satisfy the desires of many men in her family until she reaches 21. Then she is free to marry and will be more pleasing to her husband because of all her experience. He told Maria that she was the sexiest girl that had been in the family for many years. As a result she could expect many nights and days in the beds of many men.

Maria asked, "Do you mean sex?"

"Yes my dear Maria. You will have many long, wonderful nights of sex, pleasing the men in our family and it begins with me, tonight baby." Pierre stated.

Maria jumped from his lap and Pierre quickly caught her and forced her against the kitchen cabinets. Maria begged her uncle Pierre, " please no, I don’t want to do that. I’ll scream if you try".

 

"Oh sweet Maria, that will only make it hotter when you yield your body to me, and you will. I will be your first lover tonight just as many more men will have you in the days, weeks and years ahead. It is your destiny my child." "You will learn to love giving your body to men over and over." explained Pierre.

Maria struggled as her uncle tasted her lips for the first time. He pinned her arm up and behind her back forcing her to yield her lips to him. Maria’s soft plum lips opened for his probing tongue and they kissed for minutes. He then held Maria’s soft hand as he led her to his bedroom.

Maria once more asked her uncle to not make her do this as they entered his bedroom and closed the door.

Pierre smiled and replied, " Maria, you must give yourself to me because it is your duty to our family and I have asked to share your body. I am only so glad I am your first lover and will make you moan your first sexual sounds."

 

Pierre took Maria into his arms and kissed her passionately as he held a handful of her ass through her shorts. "Your pussy is going to make me so happy Maria" Pierre whispered in her ear. Pierre lifted Maria’s top and her bra over her head and laid her back on the bed. She was so very sexy and not quite 13 years old yet. She would bring so much pleasure to so many men in their family. Tonight though, Maria was all Pierre’s.

 

Maria looked up at her uncle with her big brown eyes. He really was kinda cute but she had never dreamed of doing this with him or any man. She had talked and flirted with boys and they had even slapped her butt and asked her out on a date. But her dad said there was no way, that she had to save herself? Is this what he meant? Did he know she would one day become lovers with any man in the family who wanted her?

 

Pierre peeled his shirt as Maria looked at his strong, hairless chest. He had a nice figure for a man in his late thirty’s. Maria watched her uncle step out of his pants and she saw the huge bulge in the front. Maria had never even seen a man’s thing. Maria saw it moving in her uncle’s boxers. Moving side to side some and pointing more at her. It looked like it was growing in his boxers. Maria wondered if a man’s thingy could really grow and what was her uncle doing to make his grow?

Maria was wondering what his thing would actually look like when he took his boxers off. Maria was totally focused on her uncle's hard throbbing cock and the huge shield look of his cock head. Maria couldn't help but stare at it. Pierre eased onto the bed with his young niece who was no longer trying to escape but seemed rather to be curious about him and his thing as she called it.

 

Maria asked "Uncle Pierre, is this going to hurt me?".

"I will not lie to you baby, it’s going to sting real bad when I go down inside of you. But it will soon feel so good having me moving in and out of your virgin love. You will feel so happy when we cum together and you see me smile after we have been fucking. You will see lots of men smile when you give your body to them." Pierre explained.

Maria asked one last time, " you are sure, I am supposed to do this with you?" "Momma tells me all the time to do what ever you say."

Maria’s mom knew her daughter’s time to honor the men in their family was nearly here. "Yes Maria, you are supposed to become my lover baby" Pierre replied.

 

Pierre lowered his lips to Maria’s and they kissed as he held her bare waist. Maria had kissed many boys and loved doing that. The problem was she had no experience at any type of real foreplay or sexual activity but Pierre was about to begin her training in all areas. Maria was so beautiful and felt so good in his arms. He held Maria, nude now from her waist up as his hands explored her soft skin and their lips melted together, tongues entwined.

Pierrre whispered into Maria’s ear how sexy she was as his hand unsnapped her shorts and opened the front of them. Maria gasped only slightly in anticipation. Pierre nibbled Maria’s neck as his hand played inside of her shorts feeling her legs and smoothness of her panties. Maria was afraid but had been taught by her Mom to do as she was told by those older than her, so she allowed Pierre's hands to roam freely over her exposed flesh and inside her shorts.

They began to kiss again as Pierre withdrew his hand from Maria’s little white shorts and then slid it back in and under her panties and shorts. He could feel her bare love with only a hint of pubic hair beginning to grow over Maria’s love. Maria moaned softly as his hand slid over her love.

They continued to kiss off and on as Pierre’s hand played in young Maria’s panties. He traced his fingers all around her love slit and clitoris. Pierre kissed Maria’s bare shoulder and neck as he whispered for her to push her own shorts and panty down. Maria was feeling things she had never felt or even really dreamed of feeling before. Her uncle knew how to use the lightest touch of finger and hand on her love area so as to draw his desired response from his young niece.

Maria tried to do as her uncle instructed her by pushing down the sides of her shorts and panties. Maria managed to push them down to the middle of her creamy thighs but could reach no further. It didn’t matter anyway because Pierre now knew his sexy, young niece was going to willingly spread for him and he would be her first lover. He could see how sexy she was a week from being 13 years old and he could imagine how Maria would begin to look after becoming sexually active with men. He was so ready to knock out the first piece of ass from her but was already planning in his deepest mind how he would party with her and share her with other men.

Their lips were melting together as the palm of his hand worked and massaged Maria’s cunt mound and hairless spilt. He flicked her clitoris with his finger and massaged it with his hand as Maria moaned during their kiss. This was so totally blowing Maria’s mind. She didn’t really feel comfortable doing this with an older man, especially her uncle but there was no way she could stop him from having her now and she knew it. Besides, Maria wouldn’t stop even if she could. Maria moaned as the first wave of pleasure swept through her body and her pussy creamed her uncle's hand.

Maria held her Uncle Pierre’s face and hair with her hands as they kissed and he slipped a finger up inside of her tender pussy. Maria broke their kiss as her cheek pressed against her uncle’s cheek. Maria moaned so softly and sweetly, just like a virgin does as she gets her first finger fucking! He told Maria how good he was gonna make her sexy body feel.

Pierre slipped his finger in and out then around Maria’s love hole as Maria moaned each time he massaged the interior of her virgin love. Maria moaned more and more as her creamy legs held her uncles hand tight within her pussy. Pierre worked Maria’s virgin hole with his finger and quickly slipped another digit into her as she moaned so sweetly. He could see her eyes beginning to glaze with the pleasure she was getting from him.

Maria’s chest rose as she quivered under her uncle’s touch. He wasted no time in seizing her small young breast with his tongue and teeth. Maria gasped as he inhaled her breast into his hot mouth. Pierre slurped and moaned with delight as he nibbled and chewed and sucked Maria’s breasts. Her pussy opened more for him now as he sucked and she heated up.

Pierre could hear Maria gasping for air as her hips bucked against his hand and fingers. Maria groaned and slapped her hips to him hard and held them there and moaned from deep within. Maria’s uncle had led her to her first of hundreds of orgasms. Maria laid under him as he licked her juice from his fingers and then peeled her white shorts and panties off her feet and tossed then to the floor. Maria knew she wouldn’t be needing them again tonight.

Pierre kissed his niece’s lips softly then down her shoulders, arms, across her chest and down her firm belly as she giggled and jumped. He used a hand to spread her creamy thighs and licked her waist. Maria’s uncle then licked each of her thighs up and down to her virgin cunt. He had always dreamed of gobbling a beautiful virgin pussy.

Maria watched her uncle closing in on her pussy as she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. Some of her friends had talked about doing this with older boys but Maria never dreamed it would happen for her. She watched uncle Pierre’s tongue lick and slither to the edge of her love and then he sucked her clitoris into his mouth and Maria cried with a deep pleasure as she creamed again and her uncle quickly lapped her young female cum up with his tongue.

Maria’s head laid back across her uncle’s pillow as he parted her pussy lips with his fingers and licked her wet slit. "OH GOD YES!" Maria cried.

Uncle Pierre began to dart his tongue in and out of Maria’s preteen cunt. Pierre had worked his way down in between her sexy legs and they were now draped over his back as he began to enjoy a true virgin meal of delightful, juicy pussy. Every woman in Maria’s family knew how to screw well. It was breed into them. Maria was no different. Maria instinctively began to move her hips and cunt up and down against the hungry mouth that was devouring her very soul.

 

Maria’s head tossed side to side as her hands ran through her hair and alternated to run across the balding head of her uncle as he gobbled her cookies. He soon had a hand on the side of each of Maria’s sexy hips as he pulled his meal tightly to his mouth. Maria couldn’t control her hips and legs as they disconnected from her brain and yielded to the intense pleasure occurring in her vaginal canal.

Mari’s fists clenched her uncle’s bed-sheets while her toes pointed and worked under the back of his boxers raising the waist of them time and again. Maria’s uncle ate deeper and deeper into his sexy niece’s cunt while his hands ran over her small breasts then down her tight belly and over her thighs before repeating the circle again. Maria couldn’t even recognize the sexual sounds coming from her lungs and throat as her uncle captured her soul through the tongue that was rimming her virgin love.

Pierre had slurped and licked up all of Maria’s female juices he could. The flood was continuous now though and he couldn’t keep up. Maria’s cunt juices coated her uncle’s face and oozed down her ass-cheeks creating a large wet spot in his bed. The smell of Maria’s young and delicious pussy filled the bedroom. Maria suddenly arched her back with force and pushed her hips hard against her uncle’s probing tongue. She cried out his name and held her cunt against his mouth as a wave of intense energy swept through her body and out her cunt. Pierre sucked her pussy lips into his mouth and lapped Maria’s pussy with an animalistic desire. Maria collapsed after three or four minutes totally stunned and limp under her uncle. He owned her now and he knew it!

Pierre knew he could easily fuck his sexy niece right now, but she was spent for the moment. He had consumed all the energy her young body had as he had eaten out her tender, young cunt. He wanted her meeting his thrusts of hard cock into her hot virgin pussy. Pierre wanted Maria fucking with him, not to just fuck her as she lay under him exhausted.

Pierre slid to a dry spot on the bed and pulled Maria to him. He laid on his back while Maria’s nude body lay against him with one of her sexy legs draped across his legs and her hand on his chest. Mari’s head rested on her uncle’s chest as his arm held her delicious naked body against him. Pierre told Maria how very sexy and beautiful she was. He told Maria they would soon make passionate love and she would experience the feeling of a man’s hard cock filling her womb, a feeling she would desire for the rest of her life.

"Rest baby. Sleep in my arms and soon your man will teach you about letting your man fuck your pussy to his satisfaction" Pierre told Maria. "Soon we will be fucking. You want that don’t you Maria?" Pierre whispered. "Yes, yup I do" Maria uttered as she drifted off for a nap. "I do".

 

 

 

How should sweet Maria be trained in bed? Tenderly or forcefully? Passionately or with sheer lust? How quickly should she began to share and party with men in her family? (Genuine ideas welcomed) The cherry will soon be gone but in what style?

 

 

 

 

Maria’s Cumming Out II

soon!

Ashton are coming Saturday, aren’t you?"

"Kylie – I just don’t know about this. I mean ……." I paused as Kylie put her small finger to my lips.

Quietly she said, "Shhh. I think I know what you are going to say, Parker. But don’t you know that all of the girls are safe at these parties. None of us have to do anything we don’t want to do, and what better introduction to sex can there be than to have it done by men with some experience who are considerate of their partners. I mean all of our fathers are there and we know they would not let anything happen that would hurt us. Or would you rather Ashton end up in the backseat of the car of some teenager who could care less about her feelings?"

"Yeah, I know – I think the same thing – but then think that I’m just rationalizing it all away. I still don’t know about Saturday – we’ll see. I need to talk to Ashton about all of this." I said.

She smiled knowingly and said, "OK Parker – I think she really wants to do this and I really think it would be good for her – I know it has been for me. But you talk to her about it and consider her decision about all this – I know she’s thought about it a lot and knows what she wants."

Kylie squeezed my leg and kissed me as Ashton got out of the car. She released my mouth and whispered into my ear "Parker, I REALLY want you to come to that party Saturday. I want to be your first when you get there. I promise you’ll have a really good time." With that she leaned over, providing an arousing view of her cleavage, and whispered promises of what she would do if we would come to the party.   Her soft whispers were accompanied by her warm breath on my ear like a soft summer breeze tinted with young girl smell.   Damn, I nearly lost it right then and there.

"Kylie, how can I say no after that sort of invitation. And if Ashton still wants to go, we’ll be there." I stammered.

"OK, I don’t think Ashton is going to change her mind, right Ash?" She said. Ashton smiled and nodded. "Great. I’m sure I’ll see you guys there", she added with a grin and a wink as she slid out of the car.

SECTION 2

Ashton got back in the car and I put the car in gear and we headed home. She moved close to me and put her arm through mine and just hugged it to her chest, not speaking but smiling up at me as I tried to keep the car on the road.

The next two days were a blur. Just went by in no time at all. Ashton and I did not repeat our sexual activity – just did a lot of hugging and exchanging "I love you’s" often.   Ashton was as happy as I have ever seen her and I expect the time went much slower for her than it did for me. We agreed that what she, Kylie, and I had done was enjoyable, for all concerned, but I think we both were a bit more self conscious around each other than we had ever been before. So, we waited for the big party, not knowing exactly what to expect but knowing it was going to involve Ashton, as well as other young girls, and sex.

Saturday arrived and Ashton was up early. She spent all morning trying to decide what to wear. I was trying to put the finishing touches on an article that I was writing for a financial newsletter I publish periodically. I got very little done with Ashton coming down every so often to model her latest choice. She looked great in all of them and I told her so, but that didn’t help her make a choice. Finally we both agreed on an outfit – a short pleated skirt with a sleeveless blouse that buttoned up the front over blue bikini panties and matching blue push-up bra. She had applied only light make-up and looked the epitome of the young innocent.

The party was scheduled for 10:00 at Jerry’s house, about a 10 minute drive from our place. We didn’t leave until 10:00 so were a little late arriving. Ashton rode all the way over on her side of the car and when we got there we just sat in the car looking at each other, neither of us sure what to expect inside. Finally Ashton slid over to me and gave me a very deep kiss. When I could get my breath back, I whispered, "Ready?" She nodded, smiling, hair falling over that left eye said, “Are you?”   I gave her an ‘I guess so’ shrug and opened the door.   As we got out of the car, I noticed she had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, revealing the tempting cleavage that resulted from the little push-up bra she wore. I frowned a little at her but she just smiled and walked on ahead of me to the front door.

SECTION 3

At the door Ashton rang the doorbell. Chimes could be heard over muted laughter from somewhere. The door opened and there stood Jerry with a big smile on his face. "Well, well, you did decide to show up. I was worried that you may have changed your mind. Noel told me that Kylie had convinced you. Come on in, they’re all in the den." Jerry put his arm around Ashton’s waist and hugged her close as he escorted her, with me following behind, into a large den, with a patio visible through sliding glass doors. The patio overlooked a huge landscaped yard surrounded by a high privacy fence. People were milling around inside and out on the patio – a few on the grass nearby. As we entered the den I heard a girlish shout from across the way - "ASHTON !!!", and saw Kylie running toward us. She glanced at me before hugging Ashton and planting a very sexy kiss on her lips. Ashton momentarily taken aback by such a welcome hesitated only a few seconds before returning the embrace and enthusiastically responding, tongues obviously mutually exploring each others mouths.   I remember thinking at the time, ‘looks like they may have done that before’.

When they finally came up for air, Kylie turned her pretty head to me and said "Parker, you guys are late – you ought to be ashamed to make me worry so – but I’m soooo glad you and Ashton did come after all. When you weren’t here at 10:00, I was worried that you weren’t coming at all. I was really going to be mad at you if you hadn’t come."

"Sorry, Kylie. It just took longer to get ready than we had planned but we aren’t too late. And we have been looking forward to coming as well." I replied.

"OK, Parker," Jerry interrupted, "let me introduce you to some of the other folks here while Kylie shows Ashton around."

"Fine," I said and tuned with him to meet a group of dads standing nearby. Noel was in the group, and although I had seen some of the others before, other than Jerry, he was the only one I had really met before. I offered him my hand and said "Hi Noel, we saw Kylie already. Good to see you again."

He shook my hand and, grinning, said "Yeah, I heard. Kylie has been looking for you and worrying that you weren’t going to show. Glad you made it."

I turned to the other men in the group and shook hands as I was introduced to George, Brad, and Warwick. All had daughters there. When we first entered the den I noticed that most of the young girls were congregated together on one side and their fathers and a couple of what I assumed were mothers were on the other side. At our entrance and general incorporation into the group, everyone began to intermingle, as though they had all been waiting on us. Perhaps, more likely we just got there at the right time. As the other men in our little group wandered off, in search of their favorite girl I’m sure, Kylie came running (gosh, doesn’t that bundle of energy ever slow down?) back with Ashton and her sisters, Jenna and Natalie. Of course I had met Jenna before but not Natalie. Together their resemblance to each other was remarkable. Natalie was obviously older than the other two but did not look her 19 years. Jenna, a year younger than Kylie, could have passed as her twin. All three were beautiful young girls, Natalie exhibiting a wee bit more mature sophistication than her sisters but, obviously, still a teen. But it was Kylie whose appearance and manner intrigued me. She was so self confident yet with a sweet innocence that shown through that outer beauty, spiced by that mischievous sparkle that came and went in her eyes.

"Dad, here’s Ashton. Isn’t Parker a hunk?" and without waiting for a reply, "Parker, you know Jenna and this is Natalie. She’s been dying to meet you after hearing Jenna and me go on about you."

I’m sure I actually blushed at this girl’s unabashed compliment. "Well, I hope she’s not disappointed," I said. "I certainly am not. Beauty in the extreme obviously runs in this family. Natalie, it is a pleasure to meet such an attractive young lady. With three beautiful daughters such as you, Noel is a lucky man."

"You bet he is, and he knows it. We remind him every chance we get," replied Kylie digging her father in the ribs. "OK, now dad, Parker is with me. And I know you will probably end up with Larissa and I think George would be perfect for Ashton." Kylie – taking charge. But I had no objections at all. I looked at Ashton and saw that she was looking shyly at Noel.

"OK, sweetie, that’s fine with me if it is ok with Parker and Ashton, but they may want to take it easy at first. This sort of get together takes some getting used to for some people," Noel said. Turning to Ashton he said, "You know, sweetheart, you don’t have to do anything here you don’t want to do. If you say you don’t like what someone is doing or wants to do, just say no . It’s as simple as that. Sometimes some of the guys might think you are just pretending you don’t want to do something and might not stop. If you really mean no, tell them firmly that you ‘really don’t want to do that’ and they should stop. No one has ever done anything that a girl didn’t either agree to or at least not object to that I am aware of at these gatherings and I don’t think there will be any problem. But – just in case, either your dad or I will be nearby. Just holler for one of us if you need to and we’ll handle it. OK?"

Ashton, nodded and said thanks. I don’t know about Ashton, but I was relieved to hear him say this. I expect it was as much for my benefit as Ashton’s.

As we talked, George and his daughter Larissa joined us with Larissa going up to Noel. They joined in a distinctly intimate embrace, Larissa turning her pretty head up to Noel’s. Noel held her face between his hands and they exchanged a very deep, prolonged kiss. When they broke from the kiss, still hugging each other tightly, she whispered, but loud enough for us to hear, "I’ve so missed you, Noel." Noel smiled down at her, pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. Didn’t catch what he said but Larissa broke out in a big grin and nodded enthusiastically. It was obvious that these two were not strangers, in fact had a thing about each other.

Noel, still holding Larissa by the waist, turned to Ashton and introduced her to George. "Ashton, Kylie is right about George here. I think he is about as good a guy as you’ll find at these gatherings, and he has expressed an interest in getting to know you better, so if you and your father have no objections I’ll turn you over to him and let you get better acquainted," he said with a glance and wink in my direction.   Two other men came over and whispered to Natalie and Jenna who turned and, excusing themselves, left with the men.

George was a very nice looking man, actually what Kylie would call a hunk I’m sure, and with Noel providing the satisfactory reference, I had no objections to his being Ashton’s partner. Ashton, looking like the innocent little teen that she is, or was, just looked at George and shyly went to stand beside him.

SECTION 4

Most seats were taken but we spotted an unoccupied love seat and chair near one wall and proceeded to claim them. Kylie arm in arm with me, our little group walked by several other small groups, usually one or two men with a young girl or two together. One of those groups contained a man, a grown woman, and an extremely cute little girl. I had no idea how old she was but would not have been surprised if she were pre-teen, perhaps as young as 10 or so. The woman was bending to kiss her while the man with them knelt and was running his hands up and down her legs. Her chest appeared virtually flat with just the hint of budding breasts underneath a thin little tank top. There was no evidence of a bra and I doubted she would need one for some time to come. All of this I absorbed in the 10 seconds it took to walk to our chosen seats.

"Down boy," whispered Kylie to me. "Put you eyes back in your head and lets sit down on this love seat. There’s room for us and George and Ashton too, I think." I did not see how four people were going to fit on that one love seat but didn’t argue. As I stood to let Kylie sit first, she said "No, you sit Parker, then I’ll join you. Here, sit right there," as she pushed me down and proceeded to sit on my lap. George sat next to me and patted his lap for Ashton to sit there. (OK, so four could sit on a love seat built for two.) With only momentary hesitation, she did so. Noel and Larissa were similarly ensconced in the chair next to us. Kylie bent her head and kissed me lightly on the lips. I admit that to receive those lovely lips I had to consciously close my mouth, so astonished was I at what I was seeing going on around me that it had been hanging open.

"Comfy?" she asked with a smile.

With her warm little bottom sitting directly over the center of the only brain cells that were working at the time, I nodded and said "Extremely," adding inanely, "How about you?"

Squirming on my lap a bit and causing a lump to arise beneath her that she could not help but notice, she whispered "Extremely," breaking into a mischievous grin. Then evidencing a very intensely serious expression, so attractive on such a young girl, said, " Parker, we don’t need to do anything right now. I know this is all very new to you and we can just sit here and watch if you’d like." Then turning mischievous again, added in a deep little girl voice, "If I do anything to you that you don’t like or want me to, just say no and I’ll stop – OK?" I could not help but laugh out loud, causing some heads to turn in our direction, at her imitation of her father’s little speech earlier.

"Kylie, I promise. But I doubt that will be necessary." I said.

"OK. I’m just going to snuggle here where it’s so warm and let you watch a little bit. At this party we can do whatever we want to whenever we want to, so take your time." She said as she snuggled deeper into my lap, allowing my growing erection to push up slightly between her legs. "mmmmmm," she whimpered as she closed her eyes and lay her pretty little head on my shoulder and continued to move on my lap, first spreading her legs slightly to allow my member to rise as high as the restriction of my trousers would allow, then closing them and capturing that rising between her thighs.

Despite the distraction of Kylie and her ‘snuggling’, I was mesmerized at the proceedings. All around me men were beginning to openly fondle the young girls, over there raising a skirt to rub and squeeze a perfectly shaped little ass, next, things had progressed with the man and woman who had started on the young innocent I had passed earlier. The girl was still standing but they had her top completely off, her panties on the floor, and she was holding her skirt, raised to the waist to allow the kneeling woman to nuzzle between her legs. Opening her eyes and noticing where I was looking, Kylie whispered that the girl was named Kristen, and that that was her mother and the man was a guy named Connor. With the mother so engaged, the man, not her father, was gently suckling her budding breasts, softly biting at the small but erect nipples. Kristen was making no objections to her treatment, quite the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying it immensely, actually moving her body back and forth, slowly humping her mother’s mouth. It, quite honestly, was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen.

SECTION 5

I sat watching for around five minutes before Kylie, tiring of my inattention to her, began to ‘snuggle’ with more enthusiasm, and, reaching for my right hand, moved it to her breast, her hand over mine. and squeezed lightly. I took the not so subtle hint, and began fondling her breast through her thin blouse, feeling the breast pushing against the fabric of her thinner bra, a hard nipple underneath very apparent. She turned her head up to me, the most beautiful blue bedroom eyes I had ever seen staring at me, lips open, moist and inviting. I leaned to her and we kissed. Such was that kiss that I lost all awareness of anything except the willing, pliant, beautiful little Kylie on my lap. As we kissed she worked her hands between us and began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.

Once all buttons were undone she leaned away from me and said. "Take it off of me, Parker." I pushed the blouse from her shoulders and she busied her hands at my belt, unfastening and unzipping my trousers. My erection instantly freed through the opening in my boxers. "Now my bra," she whispered. I fumbled a bit to find a clasp in her back before she smiled and said, "It fastens in front".

"Oh," I grinned sheepishly, going to the clasp between those perfect little breasts, freeing them and pushing the bra back off of her shoulders to join the blouse on the floor. Next she was at my shirt. I had a casual pull over shirt which she pulled up and over my head with surprising agility. Then she pressed those softly firm little mounds into my chest and kissed me again, her hands rubbing my back, my hands roaming down her back to cup the cheeks of her little ass through the fabric of her short skirt, pulling it up and touching the bare skin of those cheeks. I thought for a moment that she must not be wearing panties, but she pulled away from me and, with a smile stood, reached under her skirt and removed the thong she had been wearing. Then kneeling she removed my shoes and socks, grabbed the legs of my trousers and pulled them, boxers and all, off of me. I was then sitting on the small sofa totally nude with an erection so intense that it actually was a little painful. Kylie was standing in front of me with only that short skirt on and it riding dangerously high. Smiling at me she pulled it higher, displaying the sexiest patch of honey blond hair at that special junction and allowing her to spread her legs and return to my lap, this time straddling me, wrapping her arms around my neck and sliding forward, stopping when she had trapped my cock between our stomachs, my aching scrotum pressing against the soft pubic hair above her little pussy.

She moved – God did this little girl have moves – against me, rubbing, my cock firmly wedged between us, her skirt up above her waist. Then she moved higher, the nipples of those small breasts tangling with my chest hair, to allow my cock to slide between her spread legs. Now positioned beneath her and between her thighs, the upper part of it rubbing along her extremely moist crack and beyond. She moved back and forth as our kiss became a marathon of licking, nibbling, sucking each others mouths and tongues. Then adjusting position ever so slightly she poised my erection at just the right place and lowered her body. I entered her as she slowly, ever so slowly lowered herself onto me. Words cannot describe the exquisite pleasure such friction elicits. Just an inch or two of penetration, then back up. We broke the kiss and I looked up at her beautiful face, her expression so innocent and wanton at the same time, eyes closed, breathing faster causing her small chest to rise and fall rapidly. My mouth gravitated of its own volition to her right breast. There I suckled, savoring the womanly taste of so young a partner. She moaned and put her hand behind my head pressing my mouth harder against her soft breast. I bit the nipple lightly, causing more movement from her hips. With each movement, more horizontal now than vertical, more of me slipped into her most intimate of places. She moved my head to the other breast and I repeated my actions there. Her movements increased, now matched by my own thrusts. No more slow insertion. I was now plumbing her depths. With each full thrust I could feel the head of my cock hit her cervix, each time eliciting louder moans and whimpers. I bit the nipple harder then sucked as much of that small breast into my mouth as possible, laving it there with my tongue. Kylie was just an insatiable sex partner, wanting more and more it seemed. My resistance was fading and there was no way I could last more than a minute longer if this kept up. I moved my hands from her back down to her hips to slow her down a little. Sensing that I needed to slow down, she slowed her movements to a near halt, me buried to the hilt. Then, the most amazing thing that I have ever felt, not from any other partner I have ever had, and I’ve had a few, happened. Sitting perfectly still with me embedded in her, she started squeezing, then relaxing, then squeezing, then relaxing, those vaginal muscles. Over and over and over.

"My God, Kylie, I can’t last if you keep that up. OH GOD, Kylie." I gasped as she continued, not stopping the squeeze, relax, squeeze, relax. I erupted into her most intimate of places, scalding her with my seed. Still embedded in her, I held her close, so close. She hugged me hard and we sat, lay there in an embrace that seemed to last forever as I managed to regain some control over my breathing and she also, head on my shoulder again, began to breathe at a more normal rate. After what seemed an age, she raised her head and, smiling down at me with her hair sweaty from exertion and those bedroom eyes sort of glazed over, asked. "You liked?"

SECTION 6

Looking at that face, still obviously sexually aroused, I could only mumble, "My GOD", again, "you have to ask?? I have never, never had such a mind blowing orgasm. I’ve had partners twice your age with ten times the experience and never had that done to me. How in the hell do you do that."

Knowing exactly what I meant she said, "I’ve practiced a lot. Do you know what a PC muscle is? It’s really the pubococcygeus muscle – and I can control it pretty well, don’t you think?"

"Well, yes I know what a PC muscle is but I have never, NEVER, experienced one who uses it like you do."

"MMMMMM, Parker, you feel soo good in me, even soft. I would like to lie like this with you forever. But first – you have to let me cum too."

"Ha, girl. It’s your own fault you know. If you hadn’t made it impossible for me to stop, we’d still be doing it and you’d have had multiple orgasms by now."

"Well, I know I got you to go before me, sort of on purpose. But now is the time for all good soldiers to come to the aid of their damsels in distress," she smiled down at me.

I protested saying," You mean you expect me to do it again now. Jeeze, Kylie, I’m a pretty good soldier but I’m only human. Men have to rest a bit after that sort of thing."

" I bet you can do it right now. I’m going to show you. I know you did it to me right after doing Ashton on Wednesday, so I know you can. Just wait and let me do my thing" she smiled as she leaned to kiss me, then moving to my ear, whispering into it.   I could hear her breath coming a bit faster, feel that summer breeze again.   “I love you Parker and I love what you do to me, and I want you to do it some more.   I want you to fuck me Parker, I know you can, right now.”   Damn, that is so erotic.   I began to slowly stiffen.

She leaned away from me, pressing my growing erection fully into her. "See." She said with a smile in her voice, "But there’s more."

She began her squeezing again. Squeeze, relax, squeeze, relax. Amazingly, I felt my member respond further. Still not to its full capacity, but respond nonetheless.

"Ahh. That’s it Parker, see I told you. Now, look at me," she said as she continued to lean away from me. I did. She had the most innocent expression on her face, just a slight pout, looking down at me, eyes so blue you could get lost in them, moving her hips and squeezing, relaxing, over and over.   Her hands were on her small breasts, rubbing and squeezing, pinching her nipples.   I felt my cock grow to full erection and beyond, so sexy was the sight of little Kylie sitting with my cock fully embedded and virtually cooing with pleasure. She closed her eyes,   leaned her head back, and hands still on those beautiful breasts, thrust her hips forward to engulf me to the fullest. "Ohh, Parker, you feel sooooo gooood in me. Fuck me, Parker, fuck me hard."

What a feeling. Kylie’s pussy had engulfed my cock and it seemingly had a mind of its own, totally erect and plunging into her tight hole. Looking up at her, she was no longer the innocent little girl. This was a harlot, a slut, a woman who wanted nothing more than to be fucked silly. I responded by pounding, harder and harder at her small opening, fully to the hilt each time, feeling her depths, holding her by her hips and thrusting her down onto me as I pushed upwards. She aided the motion by thrusting downward as I pulled her to me, making small moaning sounds each time my cock was embedded fully.

I held her hips, slowing things down a bit. "Slow down, sweetheart, I want this one to last a while", I gasped between labored breaths. "The second time for me is always a longer one. You got me going a lot quicker than usual that first go round but this time I want to make SURE you get there. Maybe more than once."

Smiling through her sexual haze, she leaned forward and said, "Wanna bet? I’ll give you one but that’s it. If you can make me cum more than that, I’m yours forever."

Mine forever??   With that kind of incentive how could I fail.   I knew my capacity and, though this girl was straining it to its limits, I thought I could last. Plus I had a few tricks up my sleeve, so to speak.

SECTION 7

Kylie smiled. We kissed, another of those long nibbly, bitey, sucking kisses. As we did so I changed her movements. Sitting on my lap – with me nearly prone – I began to move her hips backwards and forwards instead of up and down, a horizontal movement rather than vertical. This had the effect of bending my very rigidly erect member approximately 90 degrees each time we did this. Some what painfully at first but then, actually more erotic sensations passed through my body.   But it gave Kylie the pleasant sensation of rubbing her very erect clit over the top of my cock each time she moved backwards.   Within a half dozen movements I could feel her shudder, I allowed her motion to change to slow full penetration then back to rub her clit, then full penetration again. She hugged me so hard that I could hardly breathe and, as she squealed aloud, I knew I had succeeded, at least for the first orgasm. But she didn’t stop, I’ll have to hand it to her. She continued her slow movements for a few minutes, then, stopped and began the squeeze, release routine again.   But this time, as much as I enjoyed what she was doing, I wanted HER to feel more pleasure.

“Kylie, stop.   This time just sit there and let me do MY thing.” I said.   She ceased her movements and stopped squeezing my cock and looked down at me, a questioning, pleading expression on her face.   Holding her hips I then pushed her backward slightly, to where I felt that erect little clit of hers just above the base of my cock.   She uttered a sweet little gasp, her mouth forming a perfect O.   Then I began to exercise MY PC muscle.   Tensing, I caused my cock to jump within her.   Release and tense again.   Slowly at first, then more rapidly.   I heard her whimper and, leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around my neck as I continued to make my cock jump in her pussy, causing her to feel the effect directly on her clit as well as within her body. (This can be dangerous if the goal is long term intercourse, for it causes incredibly pleasant sensations in the male as well as the female.   Fortunately, I did not have to continue long.)   Kylie, moaning and trying to move her hips against my hold, kissed me over and over, only little pecks between labored breathing, hugging my neck so tight I thought It might break, uttered one long moan of ecstasy, as she reached that blissful plateau for the second time.   I released my hold on her hips and freed her to her own movements.

Kissing me hard again, she just began pounding her little body up and down on me, saying "Now cum in me, Parker, come on, please, cum in me again. I want to feel it, I want your cum in me sooooo bad.”

Jeeze, how in the hell could I resist that. This little angel sitting astride me with my cock buried in her little pussy begging me to cum in her. I totally lost it as I felt her third orgasm grip her. I probably deposited more cum in her vaginal canal than I had the first time as I watched her in the sexual bliss of that moment. So sexy, so glowing, so very erotic her expression, smiling, grinning, shouting, hugging me, kissing me.

As the ecstasy retreated, we both collapsed into each others arms, locked in our embrace. She with her head on my chest, me with my head buried in her maze of hair, smelling her, sweaty, lusty even there.

Raising her head and looking at me, glowing in the aftermath of our marathon session, kissing me between words, she said, "God, Parker, you win. I have never felt like that with ANYONE before. That was amazing, you are amazing. Jeeze, not only are you a hunk, you fuck like – like , I don’t know – like my dad, only better," Giggling, she added, "but don’t tell him I said that."   Again wrapping those little arms around my neck, she buried her head in my shoulder.

"Sweetheart," I said softly into her ear, "You may not believe this, but I have probably been with a hundred women in my life, and I have never, EVER, had a partner like you. You have the most talented body and – something else, special – that I have EVER encountered. If you were about 20 years older I’d ask you to marry me." We both laughed at that, breaking the tension a bit. Kylie kissed me and I kissed back, a long slow, loving kiss that somehow seemed to hold promise for the future. Then Kylie glanced to her right, then back to me, with the biggest grin on her face I had yet seen.

Section 8

Glancing to my left casually at that point, I had reason to doubt not only my own retinas but my very sanity.

My beautiful Ashton was still seated on George’s lap but conversation appeared to have been discarded in favor of some rudimentary lessons in thermal upsizing. With her head lying back on his left shoulder, I watched stunned as George, nuzzling her neck and whispering words of encouragement it seemed, began to gently fondle my daughter’s breasts. I heard her give out a little gasp of surprise as she wriggled beneath his touch. He was extremely loving and gentle with her and I knew Ashton was in safe-keeping.

Turning her head slightly allowed George to kiss her tenderly, while at the same time his right hand began its travels southward, across the flat of her youthful belly towards its inevitable destination that lay temporarily at least, hidden from view beneath her skirt, but whose convex shape gently protruded just above the apex of her already slightly spread legs. Just for a second I caught her expression of urgency if not the slightest trepidation , as his hand cupped her soft little mound through her clothing.

So hot was the scene alongside me, my hand instinctively found its way between Kylie’s legs once more and despite the warm cum still trickling out of her, I slipped two fingers up inside her and began to finger her with increasing pressure. My efforts were rewarded by Kylie beginning to moan softly now, one hand gently caressing her own breasts as her pleasure increased with each inbound exploratory.

George’s left hand, encircling Ashton’s neck had now gained entry to her hot little push-up, helped not a little by the three buttons, her forward-planning earlier had dictated should remain undone. I just stared fascinated as he began manipulating her nipple as he applied more pressure to the center of her skirt. No doubt she would have opened her mouth and gasped had not George been kissing her so passionately at that juncture. Even as he slid his hand up beneath my daughter’s skirt, that very action alone causing the pleated material to ride high up her thighs, I could see Ashton becoming aroused to the point of desperation.

Speaking of which, Kylie at that moment was taking things into her own hands as it were, as the most delicately shaped little hand suddenly enclosed my own erection and proceeded to apply what could only be described as the "therapy of the Gods," keeping time with my own digital penetrations of her ultimately hot and sexy little body.

By the time Ashton’s bikini-pants were exposed in all their technicolor glory, George had her completely on the edge. Unable to sit still now, she had brought her own hand up to his and was pushing down on the back of his hand as he began to rub her right through the almost transparent material.

"Can I take them off sweetheart?" I heard him whisper to her.

Jesus, did he have to be so polite? I was at the point of leaning across and ripping them down myself. As if sensing my own escalating needs, Kylie began to increase the rhythmic tempo her hand was affording my erection. What I was doing to her defies belief!

At that point, George began tugging her panties down, the effect of which was to expose to all and sundry, my daughter’s lightly furred triangle of unutterable appeal not to mention those cute moist lips between which George was now sinking his middle finger so dexterously.

"That is soo hot isn’t it Parker?" Kylie whispered between little sighs of pleasure and angling a glance in Ashton’s direction, while still paying my nether regions the attention they so richly craved. "It makes my dad mega-hot watching the other dads doing stuff to me. Are you going to let George fuck her ?"

Hearing this little cutie utter those ultimately coarse words and with the imminent reality of the situation to my left, I realized I was a lost cause. There was nothing I desired more right then I had to admit, than to see my daughter fucked into total submission while I watched. I nodded in reply.

I didn’t have long to wait either! With her bikini pants but a memory now, George had not only her blouse unbuttoned to the waist, but her beautiful and proud little breasts well free of the push-up. "Hot damn" I thought to myself, her nipples weren’t that erect when she and I shared that most beautiful of unions when Kylie was over our place. My mouth was rapidly drying up as I watched him remove both her top and bra, leaving just her skirt for some token modesty. Ashton was approaching obvious critical heat as she responded to George’s whispered suggestion that she now straddle his lap facing him. If anything, being in simply that short skirt made it just that much hotter. Despite Kylie’s unreal ministrations and what must obviously have been her own regenerated orgasm to judge by her muted gasps and the feel of warm fluid enveloping my fingers deep within her pussy, I could not drag my gaze from my daughter’s imminent fate.

Her wonderfully sculptured breasts undulated as George kissed her front-on while freeing up his erection from the confines of his trousers. His being fully dressed, added a surreal if not fully dominating edge to my daughter’s impending, yet semi-voluntary defilement. Just for a second, I saw Ashton’s momentary hesitation but then she herself took a hold of George’s masculinity and guided it between her own legs. Right about then, I doubt I could have told you my middle name, who was sitting on my lap or even if George Bush might get himself re-elected. All I saw was George and my daughter passionately kissing one another while he cupped her three-quarters exposed bottom with both hands, pulling her hard towards him as he quite obviously sank into her right to the hilt.

As their rhythm stabilized I could see Ashton totally glazed-over with pleasure as he thrust up into her. For her part she was fucking him right back – those beautiful hips maintaining control. I wondered if George’s cock was at the mercy of those wonderfully effective vaginal muscles. Judging by his reaction, she certainly had his number every bit as much as he had hers.

On impulse, I kissed Kylie and told her I loved her so much, even as she brought me to what was always going to be the inevitable result of her handiwork. I spurted a considerable amount of hot cum principally across her tummy and fingers. She just smiled that goddamn cheeky little smile she does so well and nuzzled my neck, still just holding my cock tightly.

I heard it, but I could hardly believe it. Ashton was wriggling, totally uninhibited now, almost bucking as George took her the high road. "Fuck me" I heard her whisper to him between kisses, "don’t stop fucking me please."

One can only say in hindsight - he didn’t!  Grabbing her tightly around the hips his time had come. As he filled that hot little pussy with every last spermatozoon, each I suspect carrying a nuclear warhead, Ashton tossed him a smile of such pleasured finality and sexy youth, one can forgive any man present, thoughts of dragging her off to the nearest bedroom and locking the door for several hours. George lay there, temporarily spent perhaps but definitely sated. Tenderly caressing both her breasts as they swayed gently just inches from his face, I knew this was the beginning of one inconceivably memorable afternoon .

Section 9

Kylie brought me from my reverie.

“Parker, why don’t we get up and give them some room,” she whispered in my ear.   I nodded agreement and she slid back off of me.   We stood, me still totally nude, Kylie in her skirt still at her waist, in front of George and my daughter.   We were joined by Noel and Larissa who seemed equally entranced by the sight.   Larissa, clad in her panties and bra and Noel in his trousers, stood with arms around each other.   The front of Larissa’s little bikini panties was quite obviously soaked.   Those two had, again quite obviously, been engaging in what my dearly departed mother would call ‘heavy petting’. I suspected it had been heavy petting of the heaviest kind.  

Kylie and I, our arms around each others waist, watched as George whispered in Ashton’s ear.   She smiled down at him, her eyes locked with his and, still uttering soft moans, again began to move slowly against him .   Still inside my daughter, George was exhibiting amazing stamina.   He obviously was intent on providing Ashton, and himself, additional pleasure.  

As George led Ashton on yet another journey toward sexual ecstasy, I watched this incredibly erotic sight of my daughter enjoying the ministrations of this older man.   Standing provided an unobstructed view of Ashton, moving around on George’s lap.   It was obvious that he had become erect inside of her again.   She leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him hungrily while she began raising and lowering herself on his cock – a sight I will never forget.   Watching them, my cock again was becoming erect.   Then George whispered to Ashton, so softly that we couldn’t hear what he said.   She grinned down at him and nodded.  

He moved his hands to her pretty little ass, one hand on each cheek, and rose from the small sofa, Ashton holding him around the neck, her legs locking behind his, kissing him and continuing to hump him as he held her.   They turned and George lowered her to the now empty sofa, then, placing her down with her legs spread impossibly far, him between them, began to fuck her, slowly at first, then, at her urging, faster and faster.   He would pull almost all the way out, then bury his cock in my daughter’s pussy, causing Ashton to utter a soft ‘umph’ each time his cock disappeared completely.   The ‘umphs’ quickly became rapid fire ‘uhh, uhh, uhhs’, as he just fucked her mercilessly.   With this motion, and from our angle, it was evident that George was extremely well endowed.   His cock had to be eight or nine inches long, a long slender tool being used on my daughter.   I remember thinking fleetingly, that while he was longer than me (not by a whole lot), I was thicker (hell of a time to think about that – but we men are a competitive and, at times a bit insecure, lot).   Ashton was meeting his every thrust and, as we watched, seemed to experience multiple orgasms, one after another.   (Ohh, for Adam to have been second when God gave out those last two gifts.)

I felt a hand on my cock and looked down at Kylie, again holding me.   She was watching George and Ashton with such wanton innocence (in this case - NOT an oxymoron), a sweet frown of concentration on her face, that between her touch and the sight before us, I amazed myself, or rather, my cock amazed me.   It was rock hard again.   Kylie knelt in front of me and took me in her mouth, demonstrating a cocksucking technique second to none.   She slowly sucked as much of me into her hot little mouth as she could before gagging slightly and pulling back, maintaining a suction and twirling her tongue in a way that is hard to describe.   It felt wonderful, and between Ashton’s little ‘uhh, uhh, uhhs’ and Kylie moaning ‘mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm’ below, I knew I was fast approaching that point of no return.   The added eroticism of having Kylie’s father watch her suck my cock and smiling like proud father just about put me over the edge.   I reached down and held each side of her head to slow her motion, then began my own motion, slowly fucking her mouth, careful not to go too deep.   As I humped this little girls mouth, she looked up at me, her mouth around my cock sucking like an experienced slut, but with such innocence in those baby blue eyes that I knew I was going to lose it.   At the same time I heard the obvious sound of George reaching his orgasm accompanied by Ashton’s “Oh m’God, Oh m’God, Oh m’God,” as she also reached her ultimate and final, for the moment, orgasmic release.  

I pushed Kylie’s head off of me as I erupted in her face, spraying what small amount of sticky liquid was left in me on her forehead, nose, and cheeks.   Some began to run down toward her eye and she, smiling up at me, reached up and caught it with her fingers, then licked them clean.   One of the hottest sights one can imagine, only I didn’t have to imagine.

I glanced at Noel and Larissa and was surprised to find that her panties were now on the floor along with Noel’s trousers.   Noel was holding her by her ass with her arms encircling his neck and her legs locked behind his back.   Noel was fucking this girl standing up – an amazing sight.  

Kylie stood and pulled my head to her and kissed me – a deep open mouthed kiss allowing me to taste the heady mixture of little girl saliva and my cum.   She broke the kiss and put her head on my chest and we just stood there hugging each other.  

Section 10

I could see Noel and Larissa still standing but now just holding each other in that erotic embrace.   Larissa seemed to be gently crying into Noel’s shoulder.   I was a little concerned until I heard her tell him that it was ok, she was just so happy and loved him so much.   He told her he loved her and smiled down at her, a smile of such unabashed affection that I couldn’t help but smile myself.   Their obvious love for each other seemed to mirror the general feeling in the room.   It was apparent to me then, that these adults really loved all these girls, sexually sure, but more than that, love that was, for the most part, totally unselfish and accepting.  

As Kylie and I turned to look behind us I was surprised to see that we had an audience.   In fact, as everyone disentangled, the assembled group behind us broke into spontaneous applause.   Noel nodded in recognition of the compliment and Larissa shyly buried her head in Noels chest.   Kylie, ever the sexy nymph, curtsied.   I bowed.   George, bowed his head, now sitting beside Ashton, and, hands spread toward her as a conductor will to an orchestra after a stunning performance, presented her to the group.   Many an ‘awesome’ and ‘fantastic’ and ‘wild’ and other descriptive adjectives were used as we were applauded.   Ashton bowed her head, blushing prettily.  

This is as good a place to wind this story up as any.   I could go on – and on and on describing what happened in the afternoon, but will not.   Suffice to say that we participated in several other sexual encounters with several different partners, a fact that I did not enjoy at first, as it meant giving up Kylie to someone else for a time.   Jealousy I guess.   Hurt that Kylie could dismiss me so easily after what we had just had together. But, later, seeing Larissa with men other than Noel and his willing acceptance of it made me realize that the pleasure of the girls was a foremost consideration in these gatherings.   They simply loved sex.   And the more the better it seemed.   Ashton ended up being roundly fucked by perhaps a   dozen others that day.   Seems the new girl was in heavy demand.   She minded not at all and I was amazed at everyone’s stamina as the day wore on.   Ashton, Kylie, and her sisters, all four of them, participated in the practice of going to a bedroom with four or five other adults and allowing the adults to do whatever they wanted with them.   I was not included in the adult members of that group, but Noel was, as was George, so I knew Ashton would have protectors close to hand if they were needed.  

I ended up in a room with two other men, one woman, and three of the girls – Larissa, Brittany, and Michelle.   While I participated in the antics fully, I was a totally wiped man when the bell rang and a halt was called to the bedroom activity.   Seeing Ashton and Noel’s three emerge from their session, I could tell that they, too, were worn out.   I found out later from Ashton after we returned home what had happened in their room.   She enthusiastically described being told to get on the bed with the other girls and undress each other and kiss and fondle each other while the adults watched, giving instructions to each girl.   Then she told me she had been spanked, turned over Noel’s knee and spanked by him.   She said she came close to asking him not to, but Kylie had convinced her to let him do it and after the first few smacks, she felt his cock between her legs and it began to make her ‘feel sort of good in my pussy’ she said.   “Then he just turned me around and fucked me.” She said.   “Then they all took turns fucking me and Kylie and Jenna and Natalie.   They each fucked us all at least once, but I know Noel fucked me at least twice.”   She blushed at this admission.  

Well – that first party was an experience I will remember for the rest of   my days.   We’ve been back twice now and each time, Kylie has surprised me with her enthusiasm and sexual abilities.   Ashton has become one of the most popular girls there, and has lost a lot of her initial shyness, but, still looks the little innocent.   How long this can last is anyone’s guess.   How long it should last is another consideration.   But, like Scarlet O’Hara, I’ll think about that tomorrow.    

And that, folks, is the story of the party.   It will be my last Harper Valley story.   I yield to the master – Peter Pan.   I have tried and hopefully entertained the reader to some degree, but Pan’s writing and ability as a story teller is, imho, hard, if not impossible, to improve upon.   So that’s it.   I won’t hang up my pen totally.   If I can find the time, I’ll make other submissions – but no more Harper Valley for me – except as the very satisfied reader of future contributions by the master.

Fathers and mothers – love and protect your daughters.   They are very special gifts to us all.  

Jan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I told him then to get out, because he wasn’t allowed to see me get dressed.   What I was going to wear was going to be a surprise.     I dug through my drawers to find my special pair of underwear, a matching black thong and bra set.   They were both very skimpy, and barely, but not always covered what they needed to.   All the bra did was support my breasts, it didn’t really cover anything.

 

            I put normal clothes on top of my underwear.   I slipped into my favorite jean skirt (it came down to just above my knees) and then a white spaghetti strap tank top, and a blue collared shirt. The shirt fit me very nicely and did a good job at showing off the curves of my upper body.   I left the buttons unbuttoned so you could see the white tank top underneath.   (You know those shirts girls wear where they leave the buttons unbuttoned, but you can see the white shirt they have on underneath… Yea, that’s what I was wearing.)

 

            I grabbed the other things I would need for the night, and put them in the backpack with Michelle’s stuff, which she had sat in my room.   I put on a little bit of makeup, did my hair, and do all those other fun things that girls do to get ready to go out.

 

            When I finally finished, I grabbed the backpack and headed off to find the rest of the gang.   I headed down the hall to Michelle’s room to see if they were in there.   I opened the door and found them in there.   They were just sitting down watching some television.   Michelle was absolutely stunning.   She was dressed in a red spaghetti top over a white one, with a black skirt covered in colorful flowers that went down to her calves.   She had her hair all done up, nice and smooth shoulder length brown hair with some faint natural highlights, she looked very hot.

 

            “Well, you guys ready to go?” I asked.

            Brian looked over at me and asked, “Where we going?”

            Michelle just patted him on his leg as she got up and said, “Come on, you’ll like it.   I promise.”

            We both went and stood at the door, waiting for Brain to join us.   We didn’t have to wait long, he joined us pretty quick.   We then all walked out to Michelle’s car, got in and started the drive to our destination.

 

            It took us about 10 minutes to get to our destination, but we soon reached it.   We pulled into a parking lot of a strip joint.   This wasn’t just any strip joint though.   Both Michelle and I both knew a couple girls who danced here, and we also knew the bouncer at the door.   He owed me a favor. (we won’t say why he owed me a favor, you’ll just have to wonder)

            Earlier that day I called him up to cash in the favor he owed me.   I was cashing in my favor for a private room in the club for our party tonight.   Michelle and I also called up our friends that we knew danced, to see if they were available for tonight.   A few of them were working already, and said they would drop by during a break or something, and those that weren’t were willing to help us out.   We were telling everyone that this guy was an old boyfriend of mine.   Only Michelle and I knew the truth that he was actually my brother.

 

            Brian had a half smile on his face, after all, he thought that his sister and her hot friend were taking him to a strip club.   He was partially right, we were taking him to a strip club.   His eyes about popped out of his head when we walked inside and he saw the lack of clothes, and just the general atmosphere.   As soon as we got in the door, Michelle snatched the backpack from me and excused herself to the bathroom.   I grabbed and held Brian’s hand so we would continue our journey through the club to the door on the other side.   I opened the door and led us in.  

 

            In the room was a private stage with two poles and some seats all around.   There were a couple of girls already there sitting down, enjoying some drinks.   (there were a couple of girls who when they heard about the plans, wanted to be part, so we allowed a few of them to come.)   I introduced Brain to the girls, and he was definitely shocked by the whole situation.   We sat him down in a chair, with me on one side, and one of my friends on the other.   Not too long later, the lights dimmed in the room, and came up on stage.

 

            The cheesy dance music that these clubs play for people to dance to started up and a short time after that, the curtain parted and Michelle emerged out onto the stage.   She had changed clothes and was wearing a very sexy outfit.   I think both Brian and my mouths dropped at the same time when we saw her.   She was wearing black high heal shoes, and sockings that attached to a garder belt, and she was wearing a completely transparent piece of white lingerie.   It fit her like a sock and enabled us to see everything.   It had two small spaghetti straps over her shoulders, and then in between her legs, were three snaps for easy access to her pussy.

 

            She started walking down the runway with a walk like a model.   She was making absolutely no effort at all to hide herself from us.   She stared right at Brian as she walked towards him with a seductive look on her face.   I looked over to Brian to see what his reaction was, and just as I expected, it was one of pure shock.   She walked right up to the edge of the stage where Brian was sitting and she bent down so she was bent at 90 degrees at the waist and then shook her chest.  

 

            The lingerie she was wearing was doing absolutely nothing to contain her breasts.   They shook like they were hanging free.   She grabbed her breasts, all while still looking into Brian’s eyes.   She pushed them together, then pushed them up towards he face, and all while still looking at him, stuck out her tongue and licked them through the fabric of her lingerie.

 

            She stood back up and turned around and stuck her ass out at us.   We could clearly see the buttons to undo to expose her pussy, and we could also see her cleanly shaven pussy through the fabric.   She reached out and grabbed the pole in front of her, and started swaying her hips to the music.

 

            With her ass still in our face, she licked one of her fingers, and trailed it down her chest and stomach and to her pussy.   She reached under her legs and ran her finger through the slit between her pussy lips.   We could see her juices getting on her fabric of the garment she was wearing.   She worked her finger around a little bit before she started to push it in her pussy.   The fabric was tight, but it gave way a little bit to allow her entry.

 

            She fingered herself for a little bit before stopping and standing up.   She walked over to the pole and up an arm around it.   She looked over at Brian, then leaned against it, positioning it between her breasts and squeezing them together.   She moved up and down the pole with her breasts wrapped around it.

 

            I could see a bulge growing in Brians pants.   He began to shift, trying to find a more comfortable position to sit in.   I reached my hand over and placed it over his hard on.   He stopped moving and looked up at me.   I just smiled at him, then brought my other hand over and began to undo his pants.   I undid his button and zipper and reached inside and brought his hard dick out into the open.   I then continued with one hand to slowly stroke him as Michelle continued the show.

 

            Michelle was riding the pole like a pro now.   She was dancing all around it, climbing up it part way, wrapping herself around it, and the sliding back down.   She unbuttoned the lingerie between her legs and pulled it up a little bit exposing her pussy to us.   She began then to hump the pole.   She would grind her pussy into the pole.   At one point she even wrapped her legs around the pole, picking them up off the floor, and just hung there in mid air fucking the pole.

 

            Just as Michelle was calming down, another girl emerged onto the stage from behind the curtain.   This one was dressed in a silk nighty looking thing.   The obviously thing fabric just cane to above her tits, which by the way were 38DD, they were big.   (I only knew this because I knew the girl.   She was an employee at the strip joint here, and was taking time off of her break to come dance for us.)   She was a friend of Michelle’s and I, so we knew her quite well, (and her body too!)

 

            The silk nighty she was wearing came down to barely below her pussy, you could sometimes see it when she walked, the nighty rode up that much.   Michelle just stood there, with the flap at her pussy still undone, watching Tanja walk towards her.   As soon as Tanja got to Michelle, she put her hand down to Michelle’s wet pussy and slipped a finger right inside.   Michelle moaned out right away when this happened, and it felt like Brian’s dick got about 3 times as hard in my hand.   There was something about watching Tanja’s finger just slip right inside of Michelle.   We all sat there and watched as the girls kissed and Tanja finger fucked Michelle.

 

            All this action right in front of my eyes was getting me really worked up.   I could feel my body temperature start to rise, and it felt as if my clothes suddenly got two sizes too small.   My pussy was starting to get wet, and it felt like a vacuum that just sucked my thong right up into it.   I had my legs crossed, just like any self respecting girl does when she sits down in a skirt, but it was just starting to be too much for me, so I had to un-cross them and sit there with my legs apart.   I could instantly feel the temperature between my legs drop.

 

            I think Brain noticed my shifting in my seat, so he reached over with his hand and put it up my skirt.   I felt it go inside my panties.   I tensed up immediately when he hit my cilt.   I felt him start to move the panties aside and start to pull them off.   I shifted a little bit in my seat to allow him to get them off.   He pulled my thong down my legs, and I assisted him in getting off of my ankles.

 

            I cannot tell you how good it felt to have my thong off.   I spread my legs as far as they would go, and even hiked up my skirt to allow them to spread farther.   So there Brian and I were sitting next to each other, his dick out of his pants, my hands all over it, and my skirt up at my waist with his hand rubbing my pussy.

 

            Meanwhile, Michelle and Tanja and gotten more intense.   Michelle was sitting on the stage with her legs spread propping herself up with her elbows, Tanja was in between Michelle’s legs eating her out.   Sometime in the process of removing my thong, Tanja had also lost her nighty, as it was laying in a pile on the stage.

 

            We sat there and watched Tanja eat out Michelle.   She was switching between her tongue and her finger.   Michelle was obviously enjoying it, because she started moaning and bucking her hips.   Tanja’s ass was at an angle to us, but her pussy stuck out and was clearly visible.   We could tell she was wet, because we could see a clear trail of something wet running down her legs.

 

            Michelle leaned on one of her arms, and brought the other one up and started playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and rubbing them around, trying to pleasure herself even more.

 

            My friend Ted, (from story 2) also came along with us to the club.   He decided to take advantage of this situation.   He was already hard, (I don’t know anyone in the room who wasn’t at least somewhat horney by this time) so he simply stood up, took off the remainder of his clothes, and then proceeded to climb up on stage.

 

            Michelle saw him get out of his seat, strip, and start to climb on stage, but Tanja was too caught up in eating out Michelle to notice.   She did notice though when he kneeled behind her and took his dick and pushed it in her wet, open, inviting pussy.   She moaned out when he entered her, and she stopped what she was doing and looked behind her at Ted kneeling behind her.

 

            Ted placed his hands on her hips and helped guide her oh his shaft.   Not that she needed any guiding, but he still did it.   She now concentrated all her attention onto riding Ted’s dick.   She stayed there on all fours on the floor and turned her head so she could see and watch herself getting fucked.   Her movements were opposite   to Ted’s, meaning she was moving one way, when he was moving the other, so that each time they met, she was impaled as deep as possible.

 

            We all sat there and watched Ted fuck Tanja.   Both Brian and I were enjoying the show, and were taking it out on each other.   I was rubbing his dick harder and faster, and he was fisting me harder and faster.   He leaned over to me, and whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you right now.   I want to feel my dick inside your pussy.”  

 

I smiled and leaned over to him, “Don’t worry, don’t you dare think I’m letting you get on that plane tomorrow with out fucking me one last time.   But for now, why don’t you hop on up there, I think Tanja is missing something in her mouth.”

 

            Brian looked at me with a shocked look on his face. “You mean with all these people here?”

 

            I winked at him, “Yea, go for it, see what happens.” And with that I took my hand off his dick.   He paused for a moment, then stood up, stepped out of his pants and took off his shirt.   His dick stood straight out attention.   A few gasps and whispers could be heard from the other girls in the audience.   I looked over at them, smiled and licked me lips.   They just giggled.

 

            Brian climbed up on stage and walked over to Tanja and Melissa’s end.   Melissa was fingering herself and playing with her tits.   She just smiled at Brian as he approached her.   She scooted over to give him room.   Brian knelt in front of Tanja, and held his dick straight out.   She took the hint (and was happy to) and wrapped her lips around his dick and started to blow him.

 

            I think Brian underestimated the skill she had at this.   After all, she did perform in sex shows for a living, but as soon as she wrapped her lips around his dick, his head and eyes rolled back and he let out a moan.   His eyes remained closed as Tanja worked on his dick.   You could clearly see by the expressions on his face that he was enjoying his blow job quite a bit.

 

            He began to move his hips, out of instinct I’m guessing, to the rhythm Tanja was setting with him.   There was a point where she stopped, pulled it out of her mouth and held it in her hand.   Brain was confused and looked down at her, she just looked him in the eye and then stuck out her tongue, and without breaking eye contact, started licking his head and shaft.   She would work his hand and start pumping him too.

 

            It was actually kind of interesting to watch her.   She really had some skill and it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t leaving anything out when it came to giving my brother this blow job.   I was getting really worked up watching this and started rubbing myself.   My friend saw this, and came over and held my hand to stop me, and then looked me in the eye.   I pulled my hand away and let Cait start to lick me and eat me out.  

 

            Cait was another friend of mine that I had just met here at school this year.   She was another frequent visitor to my room and partner of Michelle’s and mine.   Cait could offer us something no other girl could, but more on that later.   I was focusing on this pretty dirty blonde as she worked on my pussy.   Cait really was a beautiful girl.   Her straight dirty blonde hair reached to her mid back, her tits were the size of two oranges on her chest, and she really did have a nicely formed body, although it was a little slinder, it was still very hot.

 

            She was wearing a skin tight navy blue shirt and a tight pair of jeans.   It really was a pretty site to see this girl working at my pussy with her mouth.   She was really good eat eating out pussy.   The fact that I was already horney from watching the show up on stage wasn’t helping much either.   Within minutes, she brought me to an orgasm.   I felt my body start to quiver and tremble, and I moaned and screamed out as my pussy exploded onto Cait’s face.

           

            After I was able to breath again, I looked up on stage, and saw that Brian had lasted just about as long as I did, and he was cumming on Tanja’s face at about the same time Ted was shooting his load into Tanja’s pussy.   When they were finished cumming, the two guys just kind’ve collapsed onto the stage.

 

            Tanja grabbed Michelle and pushed her down on the ground and climbed over her.   She planted her pussy in Michelle’s face and brought her face down on Michelle’s pussy.   Michelle started to lick Tanja’s pussy and lick all of Ted’s cum that was coming back out, as well as stick her tongue deep inside and scoop out tongue fulls.   Tanja was performing pretty much the same thing on Michelle’s pussy as Michelle was performing on Tanja’s.   The only difference was that Tanja was putting Brian’s cum into Michelle’s pussy.

 

            We all sat there and watched these two girls eat each other out, then I stood, up, stripped down so that the only thing I was wearing was a bra, then I climbed up onto the stage.   The other girls started cheering when they saw that I was going for Brian.   I had sat here for a while and watched other people have sex and watched Brian go at it with other people, but my craving for Brian right now was so bad, I wanted to fuck him like he or I had never been fucked before.   Right now, I wanted the rest of our lives to be one love making session.   I wanted to live the rest of my life with him impaled in me.   All I wanted to do was feel his dick inside of me and show him how much I loved him.

 

            I walked over to Brian, who was laying on the floor and sat down, strattling his stomach facing him.   I looked at him and smiled saying, “My turn to have my way with you.”   With that I leaned down and planted his face firmly between my still bra clad breasts.   I pushed in on them from the side, then leaned up, and pushed them together as much as I could and leaned back down on his face.   I could feel him start to kiss and lick my breasts.   I reached behind myself and undid the clasp on my bra, and pulled my arms out of it.

           

            I leaned up then, leaving my bra on his face and let him stare at my tits again.   I grabbed my bra and threw it off to the side and leaned down one more time squishing my breasts into his face.   I could feel his dick start to get hard and poke at my ass.   Cait then climbed up on stage, in her jeans and bra (she had taken off her shirt) and went behind me.

 

            Brian didn’t see Cait, all he felt as he was staring at my tits and body was someone grab his dick, start to jack him off, and then a something wet go around it.   I continued my teasing of Brian, whose primary purpose was to hide who was giving him a blow job from his eyes.   I started rubbing my pussy and its juices all over his stomach, and his hands came up and started playing with my breasts.   I could tell by his motions and his distractions from playing with my body that he was getting close again, and I signaled Cait to stop.   She did, and I stood up a little bit, just enough to scoot back to his dick, which I grabbed and sank into my pussy.

 

            I cannot describe how good it felt to have him inside of me again.   I sank myself as deep as I could and just sat there with my eyes closed absorbing the feeling of having my brothers dick sunk deep inside of me.

 

            Cait emerged from behind me and started planting kisses on Brian’s legs.   She moved slowly down towards his dick, and started kissing and licking where it was entering my pussy.   This was the first time that Brian laid eyes on Cait.   He looked at her, shook his head, and said, “Damn Sis, do you have a friend that isn’t hot?”   Cait just smiled at him and began kissing up his stomach, giving him an excellent shot of her breasts in her bra as they hung beneath her.

 

            I began to slowly fuck Brian, moving up and down on his dick.   Cait was kissing up his stomach, dragging her tits along his body as she worked her way up.   She eventually reached his face, and they started kissing and making out.   Her hands were running all the way up and down his body, including grabbing his dick as it emerged out of my pussy.   He wasn’t missing the chance either, and was feeing all over her body, her back, her ass, her tits.   His hands found the clasp to her bra and undid it, letting her breast fall to his chest and into his waiting hands.

 

            Brian laid there making out with Cait, as he fucked me.   Cait broke the kiss and moved her breasts up to his face where she let him do what he wanted, feeling them, kissing them, licking them.

 

            His hand was starting to try to work it’s way inside of her pants.   She looked at me and I just smiled.   I was feeling Brian start to get tense, and knew he was nearing his orgasm, so I quickened my pace, hoping to get him there faster to help him get Cait’s pants off.   I quickened the pace I was fucking him at.   Cait knew what I was up to (we had kind’ve planned this out ahead of time) and grabbed his dick and started pumping it as I worked myself up and down.   Sure enough, not too long later, he reached his orgasm, and I felt him shoot load after load of hot cum into me.

 

            After his orgasm subsided, I waited a couple seconds, then climbed off as his dick started to go limp.   I crawled up next to Cait, next to Brian, and I started toying with her waist line, hoping he would take the hint and start to go for her.   He eventually got the idea, and took over where I left off.

 

            Cait just laid there next to him on her side looking at him, as he slowly felt her ass and hips and worked his hand inside her pants.   Together, they slipped her jeans down to her knees.   He placed his hand on her stomach, and then slowly slipped it down the front of her panties.   He quickly brought it back out and had a scared look on his face.   I just started to laugh.   Cait started to take off her jeans the rest of the way.  

            

            “What’s the matter bro?   Not what you were expecting?” I said smiling.

            “What the hell was that?” he asked.

            “Well, you see Cait here is about half and half.   She is a girl, is really cute, has great breasts,” I reached out and shook one, “But she also has a dick.”   And with that I reached down and slipped her panties down.   Her dick popped out then.   It was about 6 inches long, kind of crude looking, and it was fairly hard.   I reached out, grabbed it and started to stroke it.

 

            “You wanna know why this is so good?” I asked him.   He just kind of nodded.   “It’s good because I can get fucked all I want by a dick and never have to worry about getting pregnant, because she doesn’t have any sperm!   Would you like that brother?   Would you like to see your sister get fucked by a she male?”   He nodded dumbfounded by what was going on.

 

            “You see, in my opinion, she has the best of both worlds.   She never has to worry about periods or getting pregnant or anything like that, AND she has a dick and hot ass tits.   What could be better.   Get to play with your own breasts when ever you want, and get to fuck girls.”

 

            With that, I brought my face down and engulfed Cait’s dick in my mouth.   I started bobbing up and down on it.   I looked over at Brian and looked him in the eyes.   The look on his face was of pure shock.   He couldn’t believe this.   I looked back down and was concentrating on what I was doing.   I brought my hand up and started grabbing Cait’s breast to massage it.   Cait just leaned back on her arms and enjoyed what was going on.

 

            Looking at her, you would never have guessed she was a she male, she had a great body.   Her breasts were a high ‘B’ low ‘C’ cup, and her figure looked just like any other girl you would see on the street.   She shaved her legs, and every bit of hair below her waist, she had long flowing thin brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes.  

 

            When I first met her and flirted with her, I thought she was just another girl I could share my bisexual desires with, but when we first climbed into bed, I found out about her secret, and since then we remained close.   I loved the female body, and playing with it, but I also loved dick.   She had the best of both worlds, breasts and a dick.   While her dick wasn’t as pretty and perfect as a guy’s, it was still a dick, and she could still fuck with it.

 

            I continued to suck on Cait, and give her a blow job for our audience, and especially my brother.   Tanja had to get back to work, so she had picked up her clothes and left somewhere in the midst of everything that was going on.   Michelle was watching me now, and watching Brian, and was getting a kick out of his reaction to all this.   She decided to go over and sit next to him and enjoy the show.

 

            I was holding onto the base of Cait’s dick and was licking the length of the shaft.   I stopped using my hand on her breast, and to make up for it, she had brought one of her hands up to accommodate.   Michelle pushed Brian our way.   Cait just looked up at him with her lust filled eyes and I think he got the idea what she wanted.   It seemed as if the initial shock of her being male on the bottom and female on the top had worn off.

 

            He made his way over and laid down next to her, put his hand on her stomach, and leaned in and started kissing her.   She immediately started kissing him back.   With tongue I might add.   They laid there swirling tongues as I continued to suck on her dick.   Marlena moved down and positioned herself between my legs.   I opened them up, allowing her access.   She moved in and started to lick and suck on my pussy.

 

            Cait’s and Brian’s hands were starting to roam.   Her hands were moving up and down his chest, and down to his dick, which was beginning to show the first signs of becoming hard again, and his hands were moving up and down her stomach, and of course, spending most their time at her tits.

 

            Her hands went from just grazing his dick back to giving him a full hand job as he started to grow in her hand.   Their kissing stopped, and all their attention went to the hand job she was giving.   She slowly moved her hands up towards her mouth, then without warning attacked Brian.   He went back to his being utterly confused state.

 

            Just because she was a she male, didn’t mean that she wasn’t experienced.   Guys didn’t need to know what she had.   All they knew was that a hot girl was willing to give them hand jobs and blow jobs, and that’s all they really cared about.   Brian strattled Cait so that she could easily blow him.

 

            I was starting to get really horny and wet, and I wanted to fuck Cait, or Cait to fuck me, how ever you looked at it.   I pushed Melissa away and stood up and moved up to position myself close to her dick.   I strattled her, facing away from her face, Melissa grabbed her dick and held it straight up and down, and I slowly lowered myself onto it.

 

            I started to bob up and down on her dick.   Melissa was holding onto the base of the shaft and would stroke it and lick it as I bobbed up.   She was also grabbing my tits as they shook from my motions.   So there we were on stage, one giant group fuck.   Cait was blowing Brian, I was fucking Cait, Melissa was playing with both Cait and I.   We laid there fucking for a while before I felt myself reach an orgasm, and started to cum as Cait continued to fuck me.   As I cummed, I collapsed over to the side and watched them continue.   Michelle wanted some too, so as soon as I cleared the area, she hopped on and impaled herself on Cait’s dick.   It was obvious that it wasn’t going to last too much longer, but Michelle wanted to be part of the action while there was still action to be part of.

 

            I laid there now and watched Michelle fuck Cait, and Cait continue to suck on Brian.   Not too much longer, and Brian started to make sounds that told me he was nearing his orgasm.   Sure enough, not too much longer, and Brian yelled out and started to shoot load after load into Cait’s waiting mouth.

 

            With Brian’s orgasm here, things calmed down quite a bit.   We all just kind’ve collapsed to the side and laid there on the stage recovering.   I looked over at Brian and he just smiled at me.   “So, what did you think of your going away present?” I asked him.  

 

“I never would’ve believed if you told me 4 days ago that I was going to fuck my sister and a bunch of her hot friends.”

 

            “Yea, I never would’ve believed it either, but I’m glad it happened.” I said winking at him.

 

            He smiled back at me, “Yea, it worked out good.”    We laid there a couple more minutes, then started to get dressed and gather all of our things.   I just put on my shirt and my skirt, I didn’t put on any underwear.

 

            Once we got to the car, and were driving back.   I started rubbing his dick through his pants until it got hard, then I pulled it out, took off my clothes and climbed on top of him.   All the way home, I sat on his lap and rode him.   We were clearly visible to passing cars, but I didn’t care, I just looked most of them in the eyes and smiled and waved.   We got lots of honks and cheers.   I didn’t care if people saw us, he was my brother and he was leaving in the morning, I was going to miss him.   I was just being a good sister and looking out for both of our interests.

 

            I don’t think I need to explain or go into detail about what happened that night.   It was just me and him alone.   It was a long night of slow, passionate love making.   I didn’t get a wink of sleep, but that’s ok, except for the soar pussy and leg muscles, the pleasures and memories he left me with were amazing.

 

            Watching him leave in the morning was one of the hardest things I had to do.   My brother, now turned my lover was leaving me and was now headed back home.   The events that transpired over the last 4 days were amazing, and never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that they would’ve happened.   I’m glad they did happen though, now that means when I go home, I’ll have some waiting for me.   In a very convenient spot, right in my own home, just down the hallway.

 

I couldn’t help but to think about what it would be like once I headed home.   Would it be the same, or would we be back to being brother and sister with this just being a one time thing.   I couldn’t help but hope that it continued.

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Ashton was just beginning her first year at the local middle school not far from our home.   Did I mention that she is lovely?   Such an understatement, but then I am probably a bit prejudiced in that regard.   She has beautiful shoulder length, dark hair with a hint of red in it when the sun shines just right.   Her hair is parted on the right in such a manner that when she leans forward, it falls over her left eye in a most attractive, and yes, sexy manner.   She has the most beautiful big brown eyes set above high cheek bones which frame a youthful mouth with full, sensuous lips.   She is 5’ 6” with a body that is maturing beautifully, with long slender legs above a pert round little ass which tapers to her small waist.   Her breasts are relatively small but large enough that a push-up bra works wonders.   I have raised her to be proud of her body and neither of us are very inhibited regarding nudity around each other.   The lack of inhibition around each other probably has a lot to do with what has happened since I attended the parent, teacher meeting at her school.   I certainly considered Ashton sexy and figured she would probably break a few hearts in the years to come, but had never harbored thoughts of anyone having sex with her for a long time to come, certainly not me.   Well, perhaps I had fantasized about sex with her – but actually doing it – No way.   Things do have a way of changing.   Enough background.   Now let me relate what has happened.

 

The meeting was held at the school about a month after classes started that year.   The program included meeting the teachers of Ashton’s classes as well as other students and their families.  

 

Ashton was having fun chatting with her friends and I was enjoying meeting some of the other parents.   I noticed one man in particular watching the young girls as they talked and cut up as girls in their teens will do.   Most, like Ashton, were dressed in shorts and tops that left the midriff bare, or short skirts and t-shirts displaying their bodies to best advantage.   I wasn’t a certified dirty old man, yet, but these girls were so cute and, dare I say it, yes, sexy, that it was hard not to let your imagination run free for a bit.   Ashton ran up to tell me she and two of her friends were going in search of another girl.   I knew the two girls she was with.   They were new friends from school that were about the same age or a bit older than she was, but Ashton had visited them at their house and they had come to ours and I felt they were good kids.   Also didn’t hurt that they were almost as cute as Ashton, especially in their little bikinis when they went for a dip in our pool.   I had met their father, Noel, and thought he was a nice guy who loved his daughters.   I smiled and told Ashton I’d wait for her there and off she went with the two other girls.   The man I had noticed earlier had observed our brief exchange, then eyed Ashton with a funny look on his face as she ran off.   Then he looked back at me and walked over to where I was standing.

 

“Hi, I’m Jerry Clarke,” he said.   “That is a lovely daughter you have there.”

“Thanks,” I said, eyeing him a little cautiously. “I’m Parker Bryant. Nice to meet you,” I said, not knowing if it was going to be nice or not.

“Nice to meet you as well, Parker,” he said as we shook hands.   “How old is your daughter?” he asked, no beating around the bush here.

“Well, she’s fourteen going on twenty one.  

“Really!” he stammered.   “That’s wonderful – I mean she seems like a very mature young lady for fourteen.   Are you new in the area?”

“No, not totally.   We have lived here for several months but this is Ashton’s first year at this school,” I said.   “Ashton’s mother was killed in a traffic accident a long time ago and I’ve raised her since”.  

“Mmmm.   Sorry to hear that about your wife, but I guess that’s why I haven’t seen you guys before.” Then abruptly changing the subject, said, “So what do you think of all these young things running around here?   I tell you, it really gets the old juices flowing watching these girls running around these days in such sexy outfits, doesn’t it?”  

A little taken aback at his remark, I replied, a little hesitantly, “Yes, guess it does.   Styles have certainly changed since I was that young.”

“Yeah, know what you mean.   You know, it’s all father can do to make sure they don’t get themselves in trouble, if you know what I mean?” he winked at me.  

“Yeah, guess I do.” I replied a bit uncertainly.   Where was he going with THIS?

“Ever thought of “doing it” with one of these girls?” he whispered, pointing to a very cute girl in a tight tan mini skirt with a blouse covering very nice breasts, her bra pushing them up to display cleavage.

“I guess I have, like most men, fantasized about it, but the consequences always seem to get in the way,” I laughed nervously.  

“Well, I’d bet there are those here who don’t just fantasize about it,” he said with a cryptic look.   Then before I could reply, said, “hey, here comes your daughter with my daughter, Michelle.”  

Ashton ran up, accompanied by the two girls she had left with and a third girl that I assumed was Jerry’s Michelle.   “Dad, this is Michelle, and you know Jenna and Kylie”, she said completing the introductions.  

“Well, hello Michelle.   It’s nice to meet you.   And it’s nice to see Jenna and Kylie again too.”   Turning to Jerry, I said, “Ashton, I think it’s time for us to meet your math teacher so we better see if we can find her.   It was nice chatting with you Jerry”, and,” turning back to the girls, “certainly nice seeing you young ladies.   I’m glad Ashton has met such nice friends.   Ashton, show me where that classroom is.”  

“Ok, Parker,” said Jerry as we turned to leave.   “We need to go as well.   Come on Michelle.    As we left, he turned to me and said, “How about letting me buy you a cup of coffee this Saturday.   Say 10:00 am at the coffee shop in the mall? ”

Not at all sure why he wanted to have coffee with me and needing to get on to our appointment with the math teacher, I said “OK sure. See you then.”

To make a long story a little shorter, I met Jerry at the coffee shop that Saturday and after somewhat cautiously broaching the subject of sex with young girls, he floored me with some amazing stories; stories about a group of fathers and daughters and, apparently, some mothers, who socialized (I use the term loosely here) together every two weeks or so at each others homes.   He asked if I would be interested in attending, with or without my daughter, but, he quickly added, it would be more fun if she could come.   I could come alone the first time but after that I would have to bring Ashton if I wanted to attend any more parties.   His description of what went on at these parties is what floored me.   Girls, most a little older than Ashton, but some a little younger, and most of whom had been at the parent/teacher meeting, would have sex with the older men, even their fathers.   He said Ashton was so mature for her age he was sure she would fit in.   I wasn’t so sure, but the thought of those young girls having sex with older men, their fathers even, intrigued me.   Hell, it was a real turn on.   I know I should have told him then and there that there was no way, but I didn’t.   As we left the coffee shop, he told me the next party was scheduled for the next Saturday and gave me the address, again encouraging me to come.   I said I would think about it.   He said he’d call me and we parted before I could object.

The next Tuesday afternoon, I picked up Ashton at school and she asked if she could go to Kylie’s house so they could listen to music and do homework together.   Since they lived just down the block from us, I agreed and dropped her off there.

As she started to get out of the car she turned and asked if she could invite Kylie over to swim the next day and I agreed.   “Thanks, Dad,” she said with a cute little smile on her face.   Leaning over she gave me a hug and then kissed me, on the mouth, with considerably more enthusiasm than our usual peck on the cheeks, then was out the door before I could say anything.   A little surprised and puzzled at the affection she had just displayed, I put the car in gear and drove on home.

I actually looked forward to the next afternoon and sexy little Kylie in her bikini.   I idly, well maybe not so idly, wondered if Kylie had ever attended one of Jerry’s parties.

Wednesday came and I again picked up Ashton at school, this time with Kylie, who was looking amazingly sexy in a short little skirt and tight sleeveless blouse stretched over her chest.   Ashton got in the front seat beside me and gave me a hug and another of those kisses, not a French kiss mind you, but definitely longer than usual and I swear I felt her mouth open and her tongue graze my lips.   Kylie looked at us as Ashton kissed me then looked out the window with a smile on her face.   That my daughter was up to something was obvious, but I wasn’t sure what it was.   Probably wanted a really big favor that she thought I might not allow.   Little did I know.

When we arrived at our home, the girls jumped out and immediately went to Ashton’s room and changed into their swim suits.   As they came running down the stairs I was amazed at Kylie’s suit, if you could call it that.   It consisted of two tiny pieces of fabric barely covering her small breasts and tied with the slenderest of strings.   The bottom was low cut and consisted of another small piece of fabric just covering the essentials in front and barely covering her ass in the rear.   Ashton was in her bikini, not as revealing but sexy none the less.   I must have looked a little shocked as they ran by me, as Kylie stopped, came back and did a little twirl in front of me.

“How do you like my new suit Mr. Bryant?” she asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Very attractive, but it’s a good thing our pool has a nice high privacy fence young lady.”   I was more than a little aroused and, sticking my hands in my pockets, did my best to hide the rising in my trousers.   Kylie and Ashton both laughed and turned to head for the pool.   At the door Kylie turned and said, “why don’t you put your suit on and join us Mr. Bryant?   It’ll be fun.”   Again with that smile.  

“Yeah, Dad, come play with us.   Pleeeease?” Ashton added, leaning her head forward and looking at me from under that hair falling over her left eye.   She knew that stance never failed to melt me.  

“OK, you girls go on now, maybe I’ll join you in a bit.” I said, my mind working overtime at what these girls might have in mind.   WAS Kylie one of the girls that went to the parties that Jerry had talked about?     Jerry had said the girls were willing participants and really enjoyed the sex.   It sure looked like I might be getting set up.   If so, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I sure wanted to find out.   I went into the den and turned on the news, not really watching it, my mind definitely elsewhere.   About ten minutes later I heard “DAAAAAD, where are you.   I thought you were coming in with us. Come on, please.”  

I turned and there was Kylie at the doorway, a pretty little pout on her face.   “Pleeease, Mr. Bryant.”

“OK, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.   Let me go get my suit on.”   What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound I figured.  

I went to my room, put on my suit and went back down to the edge of the pool.   Both girls were swimming in the deep end and when they saw me Kylie pumped her fist in the air and yelled “YES!.”    

“What was that about?” I asked.  

“I won the bet.” She said.   “I bet I could get you into the pool and I did.”  

“Well I hope the stakes weren’t too high,” I said with a laugh, and dove into the pool.   I swam to the end of the pool, then back to the deeper end then to the side near the shallow end where I pulled myself out of the water and sat on the edge.   Kylie swam over to me and stood in the water in front of me.   Her wet bikini top was all but transparent and I could see dark little nipples poking against the thin fabric.   Damn, this was one hot little girl.   And she seemed intent on seeing just how far she could push.  

She bounced closer, standing between my knees and put her warm hands on my thighs.   With her eyes on my crotch where something was definitely moving, she said in a very small voice, “Do you like me, Mr. Bryant?”   She looked up at me with that smile again.   “I think you do,” looking back down at my crotch and beginning to move her hands along the tops of my thighs.   I totally forgot about Ashton watching from the end of the pool, as my hormones got the better of me.   I just could not believe the effect this little girl was having on me.  

“Kylie, I…….” I started to say.

“Shhhh.   Let me make you feel good Mr. Bryant.” She said as her hand moved to my erection, now obvious under my suit.   Then she placed her hands on the side of the pool and, in one smooth motion, lofted herself onto my lap, with her arms around my neck, sitting so that my erection was between her legs, straining at the fabric of my suit.   She put a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers.   I was essentially paralyzed, unable to move on my own until her lips met mine.   I returned her kiss with more enthusiasm than I had felt with any female in a very long time.   She took my right hand and moved it to her breast, brushing aside the thin fabric covering.  

“Squeeze it, Parker.   Make me feel good too.” She whispered, breathing in my ear.   Heaven help me, I did.   I squeezed gently, then took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, eliciting a moan of contentment from Kylie.   Without more encouragement I moved my other hand to between her legs.   She spread them a bit allowing me better access.   I rubbed and felt her shudder.   Abruptly she broke our embrace reached behind her back with one hand and to her side with the other.   In no time the bikini was lying beside us.   She stood, now totally nude, smiled down at me, then, kneeling, pushed me around and pulled my suit off, freeing my erect cock.   She pushed me back and lay on top of me, her legs spread on either side of me, her small breasts pressed against me.   We kissed for a long time, with Kylie moving slowly up and down my body, causing her pussy to touch the head of my cock with each passage, teasing that erection.   That sweet little body sliding up and down my body was driving me crazy.   She seemed to sense that I was going to cum if she kept that up, and stopped her movements, allowing me to recover slightly.  

“Parker, have you ever fucked a girl my age?” she asked.   I could only shake my head, no.   “Have you ever thought about fucking Ashton?”

I felt hands around my cock, one squeezing my balls lightly, another around my erection, now gently stroking up and down.   These were not Kylie’s hands.   My God, Ashton, I thought wildly, knowing I should stop this but unable to do so.  

“She wants to fuck you, Parker.   She wants to loose her virginity to you.   She knows you love her more than anything and she is afraid to let anyone else do it.   Will you let her fuck you?   Will you take her cherry, Parker?   She can do it right here, right now.   You just have to lie here and let her do the work.”  

I felt something cover the head of my cock.   Ashton !!?   Then an inch or two of my cock was engulfed, and I felt the resistance of my daughter’s maidenhead.  

Kylie continued to coo in my ear, her hair covering my face so that I could only vaguely see Aston straddling me.   “I have already told her it’ll hurt a little at first, but then it feels sooooo gooooood!   She wants to do this with you, she knows you’ll understand like my dad does.” Then I felt the resistance give way and heard a sharp little cry from Ashton as she pushed herself down onto me.   She pumped up and down on me, a little tentatively at first, then with more energy and quicker strokes.   I absolutely cannot describe the feeling of that tight little pussy around my rampant erection.   It was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I wanted it to never end.   But, with all that had happened there was not way it was going to last much longer.   Kylie moved from above me and I had an unobstructed view of my daughter riding my cock.   An unbelievable sight.

“Ohh! Daaaady,” Ashton moaned above me. “Ohh! It does feel good.   Soooo Gooood!” she squealed.   She continued to ride me and the inevitable happened. I felt her tight pussy tighten further as she had her first real orgasm and I could hold back no longer.   I emptied my load into my daughter’s virgin pussy.   My hips piston up into her for a few more times then we both collapsed onto one another, Ashton’s hair draped over my face, her mouth finding mine and we kissed.   Not our usual father daughter kiss, a kiss of one lover to another, open mouths, tongues searching and finding more pleasure with each breath.  

We slowly disentangled.   Kylie was kneeling beside us, smiling at us as Ashton and I lay there holding each other.   I looked up at her and grinned, a rather foolish grin at that.

“You little sex pot.   You planned this, didn’t you.   You got me going and then when you knew I couldn’t turn back no matter what, turned me over to Ashton.   I thought it was just you that wanted to fuck.   But you – and Ashton too – planned this all along, didn’t you.” I shook my head, not believing what I had just done, or rather what had just been done to, or for, me.  

“Parker,” Kylie softly said, “You’re right, but Ashton wanted to do this.   She wanted to know what it felt like but was afraid to do it with anyone else.   She wanted to do it with you.   She loves you and knows you love her and would never hurt her.   Do you forgive us?” she asked with such sweet innocence that I could not be angry.   On the contrary, I had been given the gift so many men long for but are afraid to reach for.   On my own, I knew I would never have done it, but events have a way of taking over ones life.  

“I know, Kylie,” I replied.   “There is nothing to forgive.   If any forgiveness is forthcoming, I’m the one that needs it but somehow, I can’t feel that this is wrong.   Society says it is, but ….”   I let the comment hang.   I hugged Ashton to me and found that she was gently crying.   “Ashton, sweetheart, what’s wrong.   I’m sorry if I hurt you and if you never want to do this again, we won’t.   I love you, honey, and would never do anything to hurt you or let anything else hurt you, ever.”

“No, dad,” she smiled up at me, “it did hurt a little at first but Kylie told me it would, then it just felt so incredibly good.   I can’t believe how good it felt.   That’s why I’m crying a little.   I’m just soo happy.   You don’t know it but I have thought about somehow getting you to fuck me for a long time now, at least for the last month.   (Ahh, to have the sense of time of a fourteen year old.)   Do you mind me saying ‘fuck’?”   She asked, a worried expression on her face.  

“Sweetheart, that’s just what we did.   Call it what you like – intercourse, having sex, lovemaking, or screwing – that’s what we did.   We fucked. And I don’t mind you saying it at all.   Actually it’s kind of sexy to hear you talk like that.”   Now why did I have to say THAT.

“Ashton, do you mind if I kiss your Dad?   He’s really a special kind of dad, and you are lucky to have him.”   Ashton smiled her approval and Kylie leaned over me and kissed me with a long kiss, so erotic that I again felt the stirring in my loins.   “Parker, I think you are getting ready for a repeat performance.” She said as she glanced at my growing erection.   “Ashton, do you mind if I fuck your father now.   You two were so hot together and I am soooo ready.”   Again Ashton smiled and nodded.   Kylie first bent her head to my erection and licked my cock, then took it in her mouth, slowly sucking, impaling her throat on my cock.   After a few minutes she lifted her head and straddled my prone body, positioning her pussy over my erection, slowly lowering herself onto me.   She was not as tight as Ashton had been but, God, the talent in that little body.   She moved like an experienced slut, with an expression of innocence violated that would make a 90 year old young again.   In no time I was thrusting up into her, she meeting my thrusts with equal vigor.  

“Ashton, come over here and I’ll show you something else that’s a lot of fun.   OK, stand over your dad’s head and lower your pussy onto his mouth.   I know he knows what to do.   You just let it feel good – OK?”   Jeeze, what would this little slut do next.   I saw Ashton move over me and that sweet little pussy lower over my mouth, felt it as it touched my lips, felt Ashton gasp a bit and raise up before lowering again.   Then I had the first heavenly taste of teen pussy, albeit somewhat enhanced by the taste of my own semen.  

I licked and sucked on Ashton’s little pussy, eliciting low guttural moans from deep within her throat and feeling her tremble at her coming orgasm.   I could hear sounds of kissing and could only imagine my daughter and Kylie kissing one another.   As I ate my daughter’s pussy and fucked her little friend, the thought crossed my mind, fleetingly mind you, but crossed nevertheless, that this was the most lurid, depraved scene I could ever imagine myself participating in, and I was one of the luckiest guys in the world.   Then the thought was gone, never to be thought again (except maybe for that last part).   Then we all lost it. I mean it was one huge orgasmic delight for all three as we came together, me shooting my cum into Kylie, Ashton releasing an amazing amount of juice onto my face, and both Kylie and Ashton making such loud sounds of enjoyment that I later worried that the neighbors, as far away as they were, might have heard.

We lay together, spent but content.   Ashton lay beside me on one side with Kylie on the other.   Kylie faced me as we lay together, me slowly softening but still in her little pussy, and said, “Parker – I hope you don’t mind me calling you Parker – we sort of do that – call the guys by their first name no mater who they are.   I really enjoyed that.    Ashton is so lucky to have you as a dad.   I love my dad too, but somehow it’s different with you.   I don’t know exactly what it is but I want to keep trying until I figure it out?”   Then with that enigmatic smile of hers, said, “You are coming to the party Saturday, aren’t you?   And you’re going to bring Ashton aren’t you?”  

I could only smile weakly and nod, “If Ashton wants to go and understands what goes on there, sure, we’ll be there.”

“Ashton knows what goes on because I told her and she wants to go.   That was one of the reasons for getting you to take her cherry, or virginity if you prefer.   I’m   going to make you so happy Saturday.   I can hardly wait.”   With that she started moving against me again, smiling down at me and, beyond all reasonable expectations, I felt myself getting hard again.   She pumped against me, and with Ashton hugging me from behind we expressed our love for each other one last time that day.  

When we were spent and again lying against one another, I asked Kylie, “Does your father know what you have done?”

“Actually, “she said, “it was really his idea.   He knows Ashton and really wants her to be a part of our group.   So he suggested I try to get you to agree to come to the next party, with Ashton of course.   So I did.   And I am so glad I did.   Exactly how to do it was really Ashton’s idea – the pool and all.   And it worked pretty well don’t you think?”

“Ashton, this was all your idea?” I said.   She nodded, leaning forward with that hair covering one eye, and smiling at me.

“Thank you, sweetheart.   And you too Kylie.   I don’t know if I would have agreed to go to the party or not if you hadn’t convinced me, so convincingly, but now I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Spent and exhausted, we all got up and jumped into the pool, rinsing ourselves of the fruits of our lovemaking.   Yes that is what it was – at least that time – not fucking - lovemaking.   I loved Ashton and Kylie both and I’m sure they felt the same toward me, at least I know Ashton did, and I feel pretty sure that Kylie did at least right then.   We got out of the pool, dried each other off, with a lot of giggling and groping on all sides, dressed, and I drove Kylie home.   My thoughts were on Saturday and what was to come.   I could imagine, but then, I really couldn’t.   But that’s another story.  

Be safe and love your daughters.   They are a gift in more ways than one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

€™d had no idea that shaving would make everything feel so intense. Frankie touched her all around her pubic area, but she wouldn’t invade Shannon’s pussy. Shannon felt like a doll with a pull cord between her legs. Pull the string, watch me writhe, she thought. Frankie was taking her sweet time pulling the string. Shannon concentrated on breathing. The feeling of wanting to cum built up more and more. Then it became overwhelming. Shannon started bucking, wiggling. Frankie held her hands and wouldn’t let go.

Finally, Frankie rolled Shannon on her knees and started slapping her ass. The blood all rushed down, the throbbing started. She rolled her back over and spread her legs. Shannon was sure Frankie was going to start sucking her cunt, but she didn’t. Shannon quivered with anticipation. Then Frankie slapped her pussy. Five, six times. All Shannon wanted was penetration. She moaned, "Please."

Frankie pinned her to the bed again and started to bite her nipples. Shannon arched her back. She came. Frankie said, "Don’t do that. Stop cumming." She bit her nipples, holding them so tight with her teeth, they started to throb. Frankie lapped at the tips of her breasts and flicked them with her finger. Then she jammed her thumb inside Shannon’s cunt. She bit her left nipple between her teeth and held it there. Shannon came. Frankie slapped her pussy. "I said don’t do that." She came again.

Frankie turned up the light to watch. She released her hands. Shannon put her hand down and shut her eyes. She wanted to cum for her, just for her, about six inches from her face. Shannon started to masturbate. She started cumming on the third stroke. She writhed on the bed. Shannon came, cringing, shuddering, in a heap. Frankie watched Shannon come. Watched where she placed her hands, where she fingered herself. Then Frankie licked and rubbed her with her knuckles until she came again and again. She liked the way that Shannon’s face kind of scrunched up when it happened, and she could hear an audible, "ah!" when she did it. Frankie smiled, because she knew she did much the same thing. After Shannon came one more time, Frankie put her head on her tummy to feel the rise and fall of her rhythms.

It took a couple of songs to pass through them from the radio before either of them wanted the other to move. Then Frankie said, "Okay, time to get serious." She began to lick and nip at her breasts, biting them with little half bites, and stopping to suck them persistently. She moved her hand down between Shannon's thighs, and fondled there. She pulled out the vibrator, still warm from her own body, and pushed it inside of Shannon. She thought of it being inside there, and then she started to whisper to her, filling her head with her voice, "Shannon, this was just inside of me, and it was just touching me where it’s now touching you, and it was pulsing against me and I was pulsing against it," and Frankie's voice went on and on. Shannon felt the pulsing vibrations and she thought about having Frankie’s juices inside of her. Shannon started rising against it, then Frankie moved her hand there against her, her fingers reaching inside her vagina. Frankie touched her, pushing the vibrator where she needed to be touched, and swept her up into an uncontrollable climax.

Twenty minutes later, Shannon was cumming some more. Frankie was relentless. Shannon was drenched. Her belly was sore, her pussy was sore. She didn’t care. She was sure she couldn’t come any more. She was certain she was finished forever. Frankie rolled her over. She was lying in a puddle. Shannon didn’t remember ever losing this much control, she’d never made the bed quite this wet. She didn’t know what to say about it. Women don’t compare notes. She didn’t know about other women coming so hard, so frequently, so violently, they lose control and wet all over the bed.

Shannon started talking nonsense. Something about how she was so turned on, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t brush against her pubis without feeling it was all different there. She couldn’t even lay on the flat sheets without being overcome by sensation. She felt like she would go through life for three days straight being turned on, soaking wet. How was she going to go home? How could she face her family? Shannon started sobbing, the emotions washing over her. It was all so confusing. But her body had come so hard; she felt complete relief. Shannon folded up against Frankie’s body, her face all smiling and twisted.

Inside the car, Frankie said, without looking at her friend. "That didn’t take penetration. It wouldn’t have mattered if I prematurely ejaculated. Right?" Frankie continued. "If you want to save your marriage, you’ll have to train Matthew to do that. You get my drift?"

Shannon swallowed. The giddy feeling inside of her dissipated. Yep, she understood.

It didn't take long to get to a nearby town, and it didn't take long to see a motel, but it was sleazy and cheap, so Frankie kept driving. She played the music loud, and they didn't talk. Shannon was now the one who was thinking. She’d never reached an orgasm with anyone but Matthew. And even then, it was rare. It was all about comfort and privacy and personal space. She was going to need to be able to tell Frankie how to do this.

"It's going to take an hour." Shannon said, finally and she leaned forward to turn the radio down, so she would not have to shout.

"That's okay. I have all day."

"I might have to masturbate."

Frankie wrinkled her nose at that word. Women with children in the soccer club didn't talk to each other about this sort of thing. "That's okay," she said, "then I'll watch."

Shannon was feeling unsure about how this was all going to work. Frankie offered to take up with her because Matthew just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Shannon’s husband, Matthew, was having a lot of problems with premature ejaculation. Afterwards, he would just roll over, disgusted with himself and leave her be, like if he couldn’t penetrate to his heart’s desire, then why bother trying to please her at all?

Shannon was sick of it. One day, out of sheer frustration, she made a comment to Frankie on the sidelines.

"It’s been hell..." Shannon said, "and if it doesn’t get any better at home, I’m gonna have to go find me a cowboy."

"A cowboy?"

"Yep. A studly dude with a ten gallon hat and a belt buckle." Shannon giggled, feeling a little relief from finally admitting the problem.

"You aren’t getting your rocks off?"

"Never." Shannon said, her voice barely a whisper. "Not anymore."

Frankie tore open a box of Twinkies. The kids were going to swarm in a few moments. The kids were out on the soccer field, running laps. The moms had to be ready.

"Maybe I can give you a hand." Frankie said quietly. "Then you won’t have to cheat on your husband."

Shit! Shannon could barely breathe after that. She blushed and stared at her shoes. Frankie worked at the bank! Frankie was in charge of the soccer schedule to make sure that the kids got treats during practice. Frankie was just another ordinary mom. Shannon had to stand and watch her son run for a minute, unsure of how to answer. Finally, she ducked and said, "We should talk about this later."

Frankie nodded. Shannon opened a box of CapriSun. It was weird to be acting normal while the conversation had taken a turn towards the carnal. Truth was, Shannon was ecstatic. She’d always wondered what it would be like to sleep with another woman and now her chance was at hand! She pinched herself to make sure this was real.

They had lunch the next Monday. After that they got in one car. Frankie said, "Let’s find a hotel."

They were off.

"You might have to be rough." Shannon said quietly.

Frankie turned and looked at her. "What do you mean? Rough? What exactly are you talking about?"

"You might have to bite my nipples." Shannon said, looking away, embarrassed.

"Then I’ll chew away," Frankie said, relieved that was all it was. This could get interesting. She always knew people had different buttons, but it would be challenging to be part of making someone else's buttons click. Frankie had been fifteen years with her husband, Jacob…funny how we all got so comfortable…

"It’ll probably take penetration." Shannon added. As long as she was telling her everything .

Frankie laughed. "Well there's NOT going to be a cowboy, so I'll do what I can about that."

"And…" Shannon stopped. This part was hard, because people didn't talk about this sort of thing.

"And what?" Frankie wanted to know.

"And sometimes when I come, I push really hard, and...well...if I've relaxed all my muscles…and sometimes, well...you would get wet."

"Oh that." Frankie said. "Then we can take a shower."

"That happens to you?"

"Not really, but I can see the possibility."

Shannon felt better. She was always embarrassed about that part of it, but it felt erotic when it happened. She still didn't know if she could show Frankie this part of her, this kind of wild thing that she could become when she fucked. She laid awake the night before imagining what Frankie looked like when she had sex. Frankie was probably all pretty about it. Well, maybe Frankie wasn't always pretty about it. Sometimes Shannon could come when she was like that, all soft and complacent, but usually it took some groundwork and some acceptance.

They came to Las Cruces.

"We're in Las Cruces?" Shannon said. She hadn't really noticed which way they were driving.

Then she laughed. "Well, we could just go fuck at Becca's, because she never locks her door." Becca had kids on the soccer team, too. Becca was the wild one. One time she bragged that if she crossed a busy intersection while eating a banana, she could stop traffic.

Frankie said, " Stop that. I am not going to fuck you, Shannon. If that’s all you want, I’m stopping the car right here and you can go find that cowboy."

Shannon looked at her to read her reaction. "Sorry," she said. She sometimes said things like that to get a reaction, and well, this time she got one.

Frankie pulled into the gas station. She filled the car with gas, and went in to ask directions. She wasn't quite sure how to say it, she was sure that everyone inside would see that the car was full of only two women, and they would read things into "I need to find a motel" at 2:00 in the afternoon. She bit the bullet and asked.

She got directions, and the guy didn't raise any more of an eyebrow than the man at the intersection while Becca was eating the banana.

They came to the motel. Shannon didn't really care what it looked like, as long as it wasn’t trashy, and it had a bed. They walked in. It smelled funny. Shannon lit a candle and placed it by the bed. The pear scent was subtle and began blowing through the air. It wasn't dark in the room, so they pulled the shades. Frankie pulled her to her, and kissed her so suddenly that Shannon stopped short. Frankie unzipped Shannon's jeans pushed her hand inside and grabbed her pussy,

"So you might need me to get rough?" she asked in a very aggressive whisper.

Shannon smiled, embarrassed. "A little. Hang on though, if you start that way, it won't go anywhere."

"Well then tell me how to start, because I am here to do whatever it's going to take."

"I won't be able to tell you, because I can't say most of this. It’s really hard for me to talk about it. But I can probably move your hand or your mouth where I want it when I want it and if I push into you or say 'harder'--you'll have to work with me."

Frankie gulped in a deep breath. She was not sure how to do any of this, or if she could do it at all. So Shannon added, "and if I can't do it, then I will sit up and we'll walk away from this for a bit, and maybe try again."

"We'll get it right," Frankie said, determined. It was nothing to make a man to come. She was used to Jacob spurting his jizz all over her hand when she was barely getting started. Frankie had never really thought about it being this tricky for another woman. She kind of had a system of things that needed to be in place, a little routine of her own to get her body relaxed and her head in the right mood. But confronted with Shannon’s list of prerequisites, she thought she must be pretty easy about cumming. But, she reasoned, if Matthew could get Shannon to cum, it wasn't impossible. And Frankie figured she had a few tricks of her own. What tricks? She thought of everything that was on Jacob's usual repertoire, and realized that a lot of it came down to penetration. Well, she would think of them as she went. She smiled.

There was a bedside radio. "Music?" she asked.

Shannon was already laying on the bed. Sometimes she liked music when she was having sex. But not this time. Shannon shook her head no.

Frankie studied Shannon on the bed. She was practically shaking, she was so nervous. Why did she always get so stirred up about things?

"Relax" Frankie told her friend, and she pulled off her jeans and lay down beside her. She started to kiss her, and Shannon kissed her back, and they just kissed for awhile, and then Frankie started to undress Shannon and was glad that there was enough light to see what she was doing. Frankie

touched Shannon's body very lightly, watching the goosebumps rise and seeing her nipples respond, then she ran her hands down her body. Shannon lay motionless, allowing Frankie to take the lead.

After a moment, Frankie got up from the bed. She gathered up a small bag, and took it over to the sink. She took out a razor, a pair of scissors, a can of shaving cream. She wet the hotel wash cloth. She retrieved a large towel out of the bathroom and then took a last item out of the cosmetic bag--a bottle of baby oil.

"Okay, hon, come over here and sit up on this counter." She folded the towel and put it on the surface next to the sink.

Shannon was struck with a major attack of modesty right then. It looked like Frankie was about to shave her! She’d never done such a thing! Frankie just stood by the sink, running hot water. Shannon wasn’t sure she would be able to sit with her privates gaping open to some other woman. "I need a glass of wine."

Frankie giggled. "Okay, hon. But I’m not going to bite."

Shannon took a huge swig directly from the wine bottle, the Chardonnay burning as it went down. Shannon wondered what Matthew would think if he were a fly on the wall. Your wife’s about to have some other woman eat her beaver.... she thought. But Frankie looked so self-assured, so confident. She wasn’t phased by this at all! Shannon poured herself a glass of wine, using one of the motel plastic cups.

Shannon then sat on the edge of the counter, on the folded towel. She felt more nervous than she'd ever been in her life. Shannon spread her legs, revealing her crotch for the first time to another woman. It was strange. She’d never been modest about her private parts before. She knew her bush and pussy looked good and that the man she was with had never been disappointed. But Frankie wasn't a man and she was kneeling at face level right in front of her. Shannon felt exposed. It wasn’t like being at the gynecologist. This woman had an agenda.

"You don't need to be embarrassed." Frankie told her, picking up the scissors. "You have a beautiful pussy..."

Just hearing her say that made Shannon turn red. Frankie grabbed a pinch of blonde pubic hair and began snipping at it with the scissors. The hair fell softly onto the towel beneath Shannon’s bottom. Shannon sipped her wine. She needed the alcohol to steady her nerves.

Frankie clipped and snipped her pubic hair as close to the skin as she dared. Shannon was hyper aware of the hands flitting between her legs. Every touch, every brush against skin, made her feel alerted, alive. Frankie’s hands rhythmically pulled a pinch of curly hair away and cut it. She then brushed it downward where it joined the pile accumulating on the towel. As she trimmed close to Shannon’s pussy lips, Shannon felt her fingers brush against her several times. Frankie was humming under her breath as she worked.

"Okay, part two." She said when most of Shannon’s hair was trimmed away. She picked up the washcloth and dipped it into the hot water in the sink.

Shannon sipped at her wine. She looked helplessly down at her crotch while she did this. Already it looked vastly different than what she was used to. Her thick curls were reduced to a pile on the towel, leaving only blonde fuzz less than an eight of an inch or so. Her lips looked much more pronounced. What was she going to say to Matthew? Oh Honey, I got a wild hair up my ass...and well...I shaved it. Ha, ha, ha! Would a bare pussy make him more diligent? If that happened, it would be well worth the effort. But that was far down the road. For now, it was Frankie who was taking the time, Frankie who was preparing to tear that pussy up. Shannon felt funny, knowing she was making this drastic change for a woman, and not the man she loved.

Frankie laid the hot, steamy washcloth over her crotch. Shannon couldn't help but feel a strong tinge of sexual arousal at the contact. The sensation of heat and wetness on her most sensitive parts was really turning her on. Shannon asked Frankie to refill her glass with wine. This was going to be mind-blowing.

Frankie set the washcloth aside and picked up the can of shaving cream. She squirted into the palm of her hand and then, with the fingers of her other hand, began smearing it all over Shannon’s crotch, covering the fuzz that remained. Her fingers rubbed softly, working the cream in. As she neared the portions closest to Shannon’s vaginal lips, Shannon hoped to hell she knew what she was doing. She didn’t want to go home all razor burned. The shaving cream gave off a considerable heat of its own. Shannon relaxed into the aroused feelings she was having. It was all so exciting.

Frankie rinsed her hands in the sink and picked up the razor. "Let's start at the top," she said, reaching forward.

Frankie scraped off the largest accumulation of hair and shaving cream with a few gentle but practiced strokes of the razor. The skin beneath was smooth and slightly reddened from the friction. When her mons pubis was done she began working on the sides, moving from the outside in. After every two or three swipes she would dip the razor into the water. As she got closer to Shannon’s slit she was forced to grasp each lip between two fingers to pull it tight enough to shave. Her grip was firm but pleasingly gentle. Too pleasing. Tingles emanated through Shannon’s crotch and she felt herself getting wet. Frankie was definitely turning her on!

Shannon could feel herself becoming wetter by the second as Frankie’s fingers tugged and

pulled at her lips, from left to right, from bottom to top, shaving the hair away with the razor.

Shannon’s secretions were making her lips so slippery that Frankie had trouble keeping a grip on them. Twice her fingers almost slipped inside as she struggled to get a good grip and each time Shannon stifled a gasp of delight at the sensation. Shannon could smell herself now, the fresh, willing odor of pheromones drifting up from her crotch. Frankie noticed that Shannon’s clit was poking out of its hood like a prairie dog peering out of its hole. It was pink and swollen and Shannon wanted nothing more than to put her fingers to it and start rubbing. The pussy smell was thick in the air. Once Frankie’s knuckle brushed quickly over the top of her clit, making her jump and sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through her stomach.

"Sorry." Frankie said absently. "Hope I didn't hurt you."

"No." Shannon said, shaking her head, almost licking her lips with anticipation. Shannon’s hands were clenched tightly into fists and her body was breaking out in gooseflesh.

Finally Frankie was finished with the razor. She rinsed it in the water and set it aside. She picked up the washcloth once more and, using slow, firm strokes, she wiped away all of the residual shaving cream and hair fragments that remained. As she stroked her with the cloth Shannon’s arousal increased to a higher level as the rough cotton slipped over her lips, her pubis, her clit. Shannon’s hips involuntarily jerked a few times, actions that Frankie seemed not to notice. She set the cloth in the sink when she was done. Shannon was so surprised at how sensitive the whole area was now that it was bare. So alert. Each movement felt a thousand times more erotic.

"Viola!" Frankie exclaimed, leaning back a little. "What do you think?"

Shannon looked down at herself and saw a smooth, unmarred crotch. It was weird. She was so used to seeing hair down there that it was a little like looking at someone else's pussy. A child’s pussy. Except her lips were very swollen and her clit was as erect as she’d ever seen it.

"That was incredibe." Shannon admitted. "I think I’m ready now."

"Not yet. We need to put some baby oil on it." She said, picking up the bottle.

Frankie brought the bottle to her crotch and tipped it upside down, squirting the clear liquid on Shannon’s pussy. Immediately she caught the familiar fragrance, so innocent. Shannon remembered the scent well, from bathing her own children. On her pussy, the oil was cool and slimy. It dribbled downward, running over her clit and her lips and finally to the towel beneath. It felt absolutely divine. Shannon really loved that she was being smothered with Frankie’s attention. Of course, she could have put that oil on herself, but Frankie was taking her time, stroking it on with such tenderness. Shannon was quietly falling in love.

Frankie rubbed the oil into the newly shaved skin. She made tight circles with her fingers, massaging and kneading her flesh. Her fingers slipped deliciously over her pussy lips, pulled at them, and then slid slightly inside. Shannon gasped with pleasure at the contact. Frankie slid in and out, her finger sliding across the clitoris. Shannon moaned a little and her hips rocked, vaginal muscles clenching.

They moved it to the bed. They laid next to each other on the spread. "If I do something you don't like, then you tell me." Frankie stressed.

"You're doing fine."

Frankie kissed and stroked Shannon's body, whispering and licking and sucking on it, never touching her breasts or between her thighs. Shannon started to roll towards her and pushed against her. She was ready to be touched.

Frankie smiled. "I’m not ready yet."

"Well I am." Shannon insisted.

"No you're NOT." Frankie said in a thick voice. "You'll be ready when I say you're ready."

Shannon felt her nipples grow hard with excitement. She sensed that Frankie was going to play the "When I Say You Can" game. She knew that one! She and Matthew played it, but not often enough. She was thrilled that Frankie was starting the game, and wanted to see how long Frankie could last at ordering her around. Matthew was a softie. He could never last long at all, not with the telling her what to do and when to do it. He always got too aroused, and because he was simply bigger, he’d finally just push her over, yank her legs apart, and ejaculate on the way in. Sometimes, she fought him, which made him more determined.

Frankie was about her size, so she didn't see them doing any big wrestling matches. It was definitely a fun way to start.

"Undress me. NOW. Take your time." Frankie ordered.

Shannon moved to undress her friend. Her hands were shaking. She kept expecting someone to rush into their private room and demand, You can’t do that! You’re married. You can’t cheat on your husband with another woman.

"Slow down. Pay attention to what you’re doing. I mean it."

Shannon halted. Frankie was right. Part of what she’d loved about the shaving session was that Frankie had done it so slowly and deliberately, elaborating on every step. Shannon eased Frankie’s sweater up over her head. She traced the line of lace around her bra. Frankie’s bra had push-up inserts, so she flowed out the top. Shannon so wanted to kiss the flesh that was busting out of the cups. Then she realized that she would be allowed, so she leaned down and did it. Just like that. Oh her flesh was so, so soft! There was a small red mole hidden in the cleavage. Shannon kissed it. She unfastened the clip at the front of her bra and peeled the cups away. Oh! Her breasts were so beautiful. They were full and pale. The contrast between the fair skin and the ruddy nipples was incredible. Shannon leaned down to suck the nipples. "Not yet," Frankie ordered. "Just take off the rest of my clothes."

After a bit more of doing things Frankie’s way, Shannon was itching to be touched. She started to ease her hand between her thighs. Frankie saw her hand move and stopped it. "No you don't. You can't do that till I say. Right now, I want you to go down on Me."

And Frankie pushed her head. Shannon started sucking and licking at Frankie's pussy. Frankie lay back on the bed. Shannon started to move her hand to her own pussy again, and Frankie saw it, and said, "I didn't say you could do that." Frankie pulled her hand away, and gripped it tightly. Shannon could not move her hand.

"Hey," Frankie said aggressively, "You’re doing a pretty sloppy job of that pussy eating, you know. I like to be licked here. Right here," and she moved Shannon's mouth to a different spot, and Shannon kissed and licked there, and began to dot it in a steady beat with her tongue.

Frankie lay still and suddenly quiet, so Shannon knew she was on to something. Frankie crumpled under her, and Shannon pulled her hand away. She began to stoke other parts of Frankie's pussy and reached up to rub her nipples with at first very soft, gentle strokes, and then later, more persistent pinching motions. Frankie stopped her mouth at her pussy, and breathed to her in a much different voice, "Suck on my breasts," she pleaded. Shannon did, keeping one hand back where her mouth had been. It was so exciting to make love to Frankie! She couldn't believe how perfect it was. It was all about timing and patience. All about staging and pace.

Frankie knew that Shannon wanted to masturbate. She made her wait. Then she whispered, "Show me where you touch yourself. I want to watch your hand."

Shannon moved. She crouched above Frankie, straddling her face. Shannon closed her eyes, and moved her hand inches away, "showing" Frankie what she liked. The whole idea that she was finger fucking inches in front of another woman’s face was just about enough to set her off! And every movement was intensified because the area was newly bare. It felt so amazing! She couldn’t believe she was going to come so soon! She started to buckle into a climax and follow it. She hadn’t even thought she’d be able to come!!

Frankie noticed the shift of intensity, and stopped her. She moved her hand. Then Frankie's mouth was there on her clit instead.

Shannon froze. What the hell was that? Frankie interrupted her climax! Now she was sure she would never cum. The feeling was gone. If it was going to come back, it needed to be cajoled. Shannon ground her pussy relentlessly against Frankie’s eager face. Frankie explored with her tongue and fingers, urging the intensity to return.

Nothing.

Shannon became certain that Frankie would never make any impact from this position, so she pulled off, and lay down on the bed beside Frankie, resigned. She didn’t think she would cum! Not now. Frankie moved down to open her thighs and played some games of her own. She tasted and sucked and licked and dabbed at places, and traced them with her fingertips. Then slipped her finger inside Shannon's vagina.

Shannon rose a bit in the bed, "Watch your nails," she whispered, distressed.

"Sorry," Frankie said, and she quickly removed her finger to bite off the problem. She could taste Shannon all over her finger. Frankie slipped the finger back inside and began to touch and resist places inside. All the while, Frankie was studying Shannon's face, trying to read her, moving her finger slowly, then changing pace. Shannon made this seem impossible. Would she get her to cum? Maybe the newness of their being together would be enough. But that could go either way. Sometimes the first time was the worst time.

Shannon rolled out from under Frankie’s hand. She pulled away, and laid listlessly on the bed. She felt resigned. She’d wanted to come, and now she was pissed! Shannon got up and moved between Frankie's thighs to taste her again.

"Hey, it’s my turn to make you come, remember?" Frankie teased

Shannon stopped. Frankie was right. That was a habit of hers, and it happened when she was with Matthew especially. She got impatient because she didn’t think she would cum, so she immediately went into the role of the martyr. She’d give up and start to give oral sex to her partner, resenting that Matthew didn’t seem to care whether she came or not. And sometimes he was in his mood, because he would have ejaculated before he was ready. Made for some pretty angry sessions of sex. But Frankie wasn’t doing that to her. Frankie was willing to work through it.

"Then give me a minute," Shannon said, rolling onto her back. Frankie knelt between her thighs. Frankie's breath exhaled warm against Shannon's bare pussy. Frankie pursed her lips like she was about to whistle, and started blowing against Shannon for a minute, then resumed her licking and tasting. She used her hand to feel inside of Shannon, and then she stopped for a minute. She pulled something from her purse on the floor, and asked, "Would it be okay if I used this?" She held up a vibrator. It was not huge, but it was more ample than Shannon was used to.

"On Me or on YOU?" Shannon wanted to know.

"On you."

Shannon thought it more a matter of curiosity than anything else. She wasn’t much into electronics. "You’re doing fine by yourself." Then she thought about it, "Oh go ahead, I want to see what it does. Is that yours?"

"I bought it new just in case." Frankie admitted, face blushing. "I thought it would be tacky to assume that you would want to use something that had already been inside of me."

So Shannon held still and the humming was weird, an odd addition to their breathing. "Can I turn on the radio?" Shannon asked. Frankie turned off the motor, so Shannon could think to find a station. Then Frankie licked Shannon one time with the flat of her tongue, then turned the vibrator on again.

Shannon waited. "I’m not sure that’s doing anything for me," she said after a minute or so. She’d never been big on mechanical toys. Frankie adjusted a button and the motor became more incessant. Shannon could immediately feel a difference, and began rocking into it. Trying to get into it. The toy felt unexpected, but everything was unexpected today.

pt"> 

<It’s me, in case you’ve forgotten; I’m your sister!! >

 

< Hi Sis, how you doing? >

 

The ice had been broken, and they chatted online for a couple of hours, catching up with everything that had happened over the last few years, and covering a few subjects they only ever covered before when he was drunk. They happily discussed each other’s sex lives. They said their goodbyes, and signed off.

 

A few days later, they were both online at the same time again, and it was Gareth who got in touch first. They got talking about a friend who had just got married, when Gareth brought up the subject of a game all three had played some 20 years ago. It was a game of truth or dare, which turned into mostly dares. Susie couldn’t remember a thing about it so asked Gareth to elaborate about what happened.

 

< you dared me to kiss you on your privates >

< sure you don't remember ?>

 

<no, can't remember a thing>

 

< obviously memorable then !>

 

<lol>

 

< I dared you afterwards to do the same to me >

 

<how long did this game go on 4?>

<& did I do the same?>

 

< yes you did, about an hour or so >

 

<what other things happened?>

 

< I was dared by to walk up and down your room naked (I was excited at the time) >

 

< more intimate kissing >

< I'm surprised you don't remember, unless you blocked it out !>

 

<maybe I did block it out>

<I'm surprised you do though>

<what was going thru your mind at the time? (if u can remember)>

 

< it was the first time I'd done anything like that, so I think I was just stunned >

 

<can u remember how it all got started?>

 

< just a game of truth or dare, the questions got on to boyfriends and girlfriends and then went a bit further >

 

<how far did it really go?>

 

< just oral and touching >

 

<did it ever happen again?>

 

< no I don't remember it happening again >

 

<now, u can be honest with me, how far would u have wanted it to go?>

 

< I honestly don't know, I was 15 so god knows >

 

<Lol>

<I'm sorry I don't remember>

<no reflection on your kissing I'm sure>

 

< lol thanks !>

< well you didn't complain at the time !>

 

<Lol>

<then again, I never had anything to compare it to>

<lol>

 

< oh thanks a bunch, you don't remember and it might have been crap !>

< Lol >

 

<I'm sorry>

 

< that’s ok I'm only pulling your leg >

 

<were u very excited, or just a bit?>

 

< very excited >

 

<this may sound like a daft question, but why?>

 

< I'd just tasted you and you'd just kissed my privates, I had never done that before >

 

That was the first time he’d spoken about that day with anyone. It was good that they could talk like this. The conversation went on, until Susie asked

 

<did you ever think of doing it again? ( I can only ask you cos I can't remember doing it the first time)>

 

< yes quite a bit >

 

<so what did you think about? (when you said you’d thought about doing it again)>

 

< pretty much more of the same, and maybe a bit more >

 

Part of him couldn’t believe he was having this conversation, but part of him had waited 20 years to tell her that he still wanted to lick her, and kiss her and finger her, and most of all fuck her. As the conversation went on, Susie admitted to having thought about what it would be like to have sex with him too, something else he hadn’t expected.

They started to feel more at ease with each other as they discussed the fantasy that Gareth had when he thought about fucking Susie.

 

< I would like to strip you naked and use my tongue on every part of you >

 

<what would u like?>

 

< for you to suck me before we had sex >

< what would you like? >

 

<I like the idea of being licked all over, especially my pussy>

 

< that is my favourite part of the fantasy >

 

<tell me the whole thing, whatever you would like to do to me>

<and me to do to u>

 

<well once you're naked I would start with my tongue, up yours legs and missing out> <your pussy, up over your stomach and spend some time on your breasts....>

<back down and this time to your pussy>

<I would use my tongue there for a long time, exploring every part of it>

<have you ever had your bum licked? >

 

<yes, and I liked it>

 

<I must admit I like doing that. That would be what I would do next>

<as I'm doing that I would be using my fingers on both holes >

<I would stay there until you had cum at least once >

 

<what would you do next?>

 

<I would continue to finger you as I guided myself to your mouth so that you could> <suck me. I wouldn't want to cum yet because I want to have sex with you>

<so after that I would move around so that I could push my cock into you>

<slowly at first>

<then getting faster>

<where would you like me to cum? >

 

<wherever you wanted to>

 

<the first time over you, I think that’s very horny>

<then I would start again with my tongue >

 

  Then the conversation turned to more fantasies, and things they would both like to try. Susie started with hers first, and as she talked, the conversation turned to making arrangements to meet up, and have their long awaited sexual encounter.

 

But things didn’t end with just sex between Susie and Gareth. Gareth had explained that he had often thought about having sex with another man, and Robert, Susie’s husband, had had quite a life before they had married, with quite a few sexual encounters of varying kinds, including sex with men. Ok, so it wasn’t full blown penetration, but he had experienced licking and being licked by men and had often expressed a wish to continue with this kind of fun. Something that turned Susie on quite a lot.

As Susie and Robert could talk about their sex lives quite openly, it wasn’t long before Susie was telling Robert about the conversation she had had with her brother. When Robert came home from working away, he sent text messages to Gareth, asking if he minded all three of them being involved. He explained his past, and before long all three were embroiled in a fantasy that was soon to become a reality…

 

Firstly Gareth would fuck Susie, Robert felt this was only fair, as he had waited 20 years for this pleasure, then as Susie recovered, Robert and Gareth would explore their bisexual tendencies and see just how far they would be willing to push the boundaries. They had both decided that they would like to try penetration, but it would depend. There would definitely be a lot of sucking and fingering going on!! Then, after they had enjoyed each other, all three would get involved and enjoy just having sex, with whoever and whatever.

 

All they needed now was a time and place all three could make. Easy for Susie and Robert, but not so easy for Gareth. He had a wife who really wouldn’t understand his lust for sex with his sister and brother-in-law.

 

To be continued…

please feel free to comment on my story, it's my first attempt and hopefully not my last

ning her blouse, she had resigned herself to staying in the privacy of her own house. Tonight however, she had no choice but to leave.

It was her birthday and Adam wanted to do something special. He had saved up some money from his paycheck from the computer store he worked at, and made reservations at one of the nicer restaurants in town. Despite how nervous Tristan was about going, she agreed to make her son happy.

She looked over at her son, noticing how mature he looked now. Just as they were pulling in front of the restaurant, Tristan realized that once again her mammoth breasts had decided to expel milk.

"Damn it" she said disappointedly. "I can’t believe it happened again."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked over at her son. He was slightly disappointed, knowing now the plans had to be cancelled. He had so looked forward to taking his mother out for a nice dinner. He smiled at her, placing his hand reassuringly on her shoulder.

"It’s ok mom. I’ll take you home and we can celebrate there." he softly replied.

Tristan looked up into her son’s eyes, seeing the love and compassion he felt for her. The two of them had relied so much on each other over the years it seemed now he felt it was his turn to take care of her. The two of them were quiet on the way home, making time seem to pass even more slowly than it actually did. She kept adjusting her jacket, trying to cover the wet material.

Once they arrived home, Adam helped his mother out of the car and led her into the house. After getting her settled in her room to change, he made a phone call and ordered in delivery from the Italian place down the street. He was disappointed that it was going to take so long and nearly reconsidered when he noticed that she had not returned from her room, worrying him that something was wrong.

As he crept up the stairs, he listened for any indication of what she was up to. When he stood at her slightly ajar door, he could hear her sobbing softly. He peeked in to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, her face buried in her hands as she cried.

"Mom?" he said as he pushed the door open. "What’s wrong?"

Tristan grabbed for the blanket to cover herself, causing her to hit her sore breast with her arm and more milk to spill from her thick brown nipples. Adam didn’t even seem to notice that she was naked, his eyes remained locked on her face. He knelt down on one knee in front of her, looking up into her face as she stared back at him.

He reached up wiping away the tears. "Mom what’s wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"Look at me Adam. I am disgusting. My breasts are sore and constantly leaking milk unless I pump them several times a day. I haven’t been able to shave my legs or anything else properly since my stomach has gotten so big. I am hideous." she sobbed.

"Mom you are not hideous. You are beautiful." he answered.

More milk leaked from her, wetting the blanket she clutched to cover her bare breasts. She began to cry harder, making Adam notice the wetness. He tried to stop her tears, wanting so badly to see her smile again.

"Where’s the pump mom?" he asked softly, hoping to help alleviate some of her stress.

"It’s on the dresser over there," she answered as she pointed toward the opposite side of the room.

Adam stood up, spotting the device and going to retrieve it. Just as he started to pick it up, he dropped the device, causing it to clatter to the floor. They both watched in horror as the cup that covers the nipple snapped off sharply. His face went white with horror as he picked up the pieces, trying to put it together again.

He turned to his mother, unsure what to say or do.

"I’m... I’m so sorry mom." he said as he presented her with the broken pieces.

"Oh god no," she whispered as she tried not to break into tears again.

"I’ll go pick up a new one tomorrow mom. I promise. I didn’t mean to..." his words were cut off.

"It’s ok Adam. I can get another one tomorrow. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this tonight." she answered, trying to compose herself.

Adam stared at his mother for a moment, wracking his brain to think of some way to ease the pain she was feeling. The only idea that hit him seemed so unorthodoxed and wrong he was almost afraid to suggest it, but seeing her grimmace as from the pain of her aching breasts, he knew he had to do something.

"Mom, I want to help," he said, moving his hand to the edge of the blanket as he started to gently pull it away from her mammoth breasts.

"Adam what are you doing?" she shrieked, shaken by his action.

"Mom, it’s my fault that the pump broke, let me help take the pressure away." he said softly as he looked into her eyes. "I just want to help mom."

She eased her grip on the blanket, letting him pull it away with ease. Timidly Adam cupped one of her breasts in his hand, bringing the distended nipple closer to his mouth. Tristan tensed up as she felt his warm breath on her skin, but remained still in hopes that his actions would help.

His lips attached to her breast as he softly began to suckle. Slowly Tristan felt the pressure in her left breast easing as he eagerly gulped down every drop of her milk. The taste of it was odd to Adam but not unpleasant. He knew deep down even if it was, he would still do his best to ease her suffering.

Despite his intentions, he could feel his body reacting to the feel of her warm breast cradled in his hands. Tristan too was feeling the familiar tingling, causing her to groan slightly. Her son’s mouth voraciously sucked her aching teat, drinking down the thin liquid that it expressed. Soon the swelling was leaving as he drained her milk. He looked up at his mother as he let her nipple slip from his mouth.

"Mom, lay back on the bed, I know this can’t be very comfortable for you." he said searching her eyes.

"Ok Adam," she purred softly.

As she moved, he stood up quickly, hoping to hide the erection that now throbbed in his pants. Tristan caught a glimpse of the bulge as he moved, making her smile. She could not believe that her son was getting so aroused by sucking the milk from her breast. She laid back on the bed, getting comfortable as he moved to the right side and climbed on the bed as well.

Her panties were soaked with her musky wetness as his mouth found her nipple. The relief of having the excess milk drained, caused her to sigh happily as she stroked his hair. The scent of her dripping sex made it’s way to Adam’s nostrils, causing him to quickly realize that he wasn’t the only one who was affected by the actions.

He diligently sucked, savoring each warm mouthful of milk before swallowing it down hungrily. He tested his luck as his courage mounted, sliding his hand over his mother’s swollen belly and toward those white cotton panties. As his hand dipped down between her firm thighs, he could feel the soaking wet fabric graze his skin. He quickly brushed his fingers over the crotch, feeling more wetness seeping out.

Tristan moaned, lost in a web of desire. Her thighs parted slightly further as his fingers toyed with the wet material. He could feel her bulging pussy lips parting as he traced up and down them before moving to her clit. She let out a loud moan as his fingers strummed the little nub, causing her to tremble. It was the first time in months she had been touched by anyone but the doctor or herself. Her legs spread a little wider, inviting him to continue.

Adam needed no encouragement, his fingers moved over her dripping wet slit slowly as he pushed the panties aside. He could feel the heat radiating from deep inside her and knew he had to be in there. Two of his fingers pushed slowly between her lips as he carefully inserted it. He began to work his finger in and out of her as his thumb worked over her clit. Her hips began to rock to meet his pace, trying to force him deeper inside her greedy cunt.

His pants felt as if they had shrunk two sized since he began feeding on her delicious milk. It felt as if his throbbing cock was going to burst through the fabric that held it captive. He couldn’t resist it any longer. Adam reached down and unfastened his pants, working them down as quickly as he could.

Tristan knew as soon as his fingers left her cunt what he was about to do. She knew deep down that it was wrong but there was no turning back now. She had felt his touch and her body yearned for more. Then for the first time, she felt the smooth tip of his cock rub against her pussy lips. She let out a soft gasp as they parted for him, letting him ease the head in.

His lips released her thick brown nipple as he positioned himself on all fours between her legs. His eyes met hers as he searched them for a sign of forgiveness for what he was about to do. Instead he was greeted with the same lusty stare he possessed. Her hips lifted slightly off the bed, silently offering herself to her son.

He gently began to sink into her, filling her with his swollen shaft. Tristan let out a loud moan as he soon hilted himself inside her. All 7 inches of his cock were hugged by her velvety walls as he remained still for a moment, enjoying the feel of her pussy wrapped around him. His head lowered as he once again took her nipple into his mouth and suckled as his hips began to pump.

Tristan could not believe how intense it felt. The feel of his mouth working her breast and his rigid cock filling her, quickly brought her to the first glorious orgasm of the night. He let her nipple slip from his mouth as he looked up at her, resting his weight on his knees and hands as much as he could. He leaned down and passionately kissed her as he plunged deep into her wetness once again.

Her tongue sought out his as she wrapped her arms around his well toned body. She knew from this moment on she wanted only one man inside her. Another tumultous orgasm built up inside her, causing her hips to buck at a frenzied pace, but Adam kept control of himself. His thrusts were deep and slow, leaving her on the edge for several moments.

She sucked his tongue as it massaged hers, raking her nails down the center of his back as they kissed. Tristan needed release now and she was determined to get it. Adam’s willpower was quickly running out as she began to contract her muscles around him, milking his cock skillfully as it slipped in and out.

He moaned into the kiss, fighting with all his might to hold out just a little longer. He pulled back, staring down into her eyes as he began to pump harder and faster. He knew he couldn’t fight it any longer. He had to cum inside his beautiful mother. Adam gritted his teeth as he struggled not to get too rough and just jackhammer away at her like she was some cheap slut. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he cried out "OH GOD MOM,".

Tristan screamed in orgasmic delight, her entire body shaking as she drenched his shaft in her own juices as it pumped torrents of thick cum deep inside her already full womb. He collapsed against her as their orgasms trailed off. She tenderly stroked his hair as she held him close.

"My god Adam, that was amazing," she softly said.

"Mom, I have wanted to do that for such a long time. You have no idea how sexy I have always thought you are," he blushed as he told her. "I’ve wanted to make love to you since I knew what sex was. Now that I have.... I don’t ever want to stop."

Tristan was taken back by his confession. She had always thought he was an incredibly sexy young man but rationalized it as a mother’s pride in her son. Now that she had experienced his touch, she knew she had to have him as her lover permanantly.

"You don’t have to Adam. I want you as my lover from now on," she said with a soft smile.

Just then the doorbell buzzed loudly for several seconds. In his passionate pursuit, he forgot all about the take out. He quickly pulled his pants up and sprung off the bed. He was a bit disheveled as he opened the door to see the beautiful girl that sat next to him in english class standing there with the order. She blushed when she saw him.

"That will be $22.50," she said in a hushed tone.

He handed her $30 and smiled. "Keep the change." he said as he took the containers from him.

"Thanks, and have a good night Adam, though it sounds like you were already having one." she giggled and walked off the porch.

He quickly shut the door and laughed to himself. It didn’t take him long to gather up a couple of plates and silverware and return to his mother. After dinner was over, he planned to spend the rest of the night exploring his new lover in every way possible, but for now, food and rest was what they both needed.

 

 

nels, with sheer boredom. She heard the jiggle of the door knob, and glanced over, and to her surprised her daddy came in. He was a tall man, about 6*1, medium build with the same brown hair, only difference was the eyes, which were an amber brown. He was about forty years old. He was wearing a business suit. Carolyn's dad was an insurance sales man. So he shouldn't be home at ten thirty in the morning.

He glanced over at his daughter, to see her sitting on the couch. Tom, gave a grin as he watched her blue eyes move from the screen to his face.

"Hey daddy what are you doing home so early?" Carolyn asked sweetly, as her father approached her, and took a seat next to her on the couch.

 He smiled, "Never mind that... why didn't you go to school today? I though.."

"Mom! Didn't take me! She forgot again." Carolyn exaggerated that again, causing Tom to heave a great sigh as he ran his hands through his hair disgusted. "She's... she's gonna get us sent to court." said Tom in a distressed voice.

Carolyn gazed at her father, watching him, for some reason she felt an odd bubbling sensation rise up in her. A nasty, sensation, a senastion that she was scared to admit to out loud.

 A sigh fell over, Carolyn, "You mad at me daddy?" asked, Carolyn moving closer pressing her head agianst his shoulder. Tom just glanced at his fifteen year old gorgeous daughter.

"Of course not! It's your fuckin mother..." he murmured, shaking his head.

Tom wrapped his arm around his daughter, as he felt her shift in his arms. He grinned, as he watched her. He faintly noticed the hardened nipples through her tank top. Tom watched her and seen that the shorts were getting twisted as she moved herself in a laying position. He faintly seen the shorts ride up into her crack, and felt a flicker inside of him. 

"You comfortable baby?" asked Tom moving and touching her waist, with his hand.

She gave a smile, and glanced up at him from his lap. "I'm very comfy daddy..." she said, as his hand pressed against her thin abdomin. Tom stared straight ahead of him at Cartoon Network that was flickering onto the screen. He watched as his daughter giggled, at something from television.

Carolyn felt his hand on her upper abdomin and wondered what it would be like to feel his hand go further. She didn't dare say these naughty thoughts out loud.... oh no. She had to keep them private. Carolyn wondered why she was such a twisted girl. She had no unearthly idea why. A smile flittered across the girls face, as she giggled, at something that was said. "Mmm... these shorts... so.. uncomfy." Carolyn murmured to herself.

 Tom looked down and could tell they were riding up into her now. He could make out the pussy lips between the fabric. Tom felt his cock errecting, and his eyes widen ever so slightly. He knew she'd feel it seeing as she had her head in his lap.

"Um... here.. let me..." he slid his hand down, causing Carolyn's stomach to reflex, as she watched his hands move between her thighs. He slowly and gently pulled at the blue fabric. He felt the tip of her pussy and his cock twitched again, his hormones started bubbling.

Carolyn tried not to gasp, as she felt his fingers pluck at her, crotch. She felt his fingers ever so gently glide over, trying to remove the shorts from the uncomfortable position. "Is this helping?" asked Tom clearing his throat.

"No..." whimpered Carolyn. She moved up into his lap a bit further. Her back was now against his cock. She felt it, Carolyn, glanced down at his hands, that were trying to seperate the material. "Uh... why don't you try moving under my shorts... by the waist band... daddy." said Carolyn, very gently.

Tom just stared at his daughter, "Right sweetheart..." and his hands moved from her pussy lips. She was sitting up now leaning into him, as his fingers, pulled at the elastic waist band, and his hand moved between the skin and cloth. He touched her abdomin and felt her panties. They were soft and cotton.

Carolyn's eyes closed, as she felt her daddy's fingers touch the outer part of her pussy. She quickly reflexed in the pussy causing her lip in her pussy to swell. Her father was making NO attempt to remove the uncomfortable cloth from her pussy. He was running his fingers over the fabric of her panties. Tom felt his cock get hard, as he fingered the outside of her little girl twat. He winced, as his index finger grazed the cotton, when he heard a soft, "Mmmn.." escape from his little daughters mouth. He moved closer into his daughter, and pressed his lips against hers.

Carolyn felt her daddy's lips, as his hands moved through touching her her panties. She whimpered and squirmed slightly, only causing her daddy to sink his lips further into hers, causing their tongues to meet. Spit and saliva were exchanged, as he grabbed a hold of the top of her shorts, and slid them off tossing them to the floor. HE realized she had pink cotton panties with a Wednesday embroider on it. He kissed her harder as he started rubbing the outside of her panties. He felt her legs spread, as he kissed her. "Mmmmmmn...." she said into his kiss. Without warning he pulled back, and reached over nearly towering her, but still sitting. He had both arms around her, and his mouth was next to her neck, his fingers slid her panties aside, and he groaned again seeing her forbidden little muff. It was shaved and pink to perfection. She was wet. Her fifteen year old pussy lips, screamed at him, as his fingers ran over it. He was staring at her pussy, as his fingers touched the clit. She squealed, and squirmed, legs spread like a little daughter whore. "Like that sweetheart? Like your daddy fingering your clit?" he hissed in her, ear causing her to only squeal more, and squirm on his hand. "Yes.... finger me daddy..." she begged, her lips barely moving. "Look at me." said her father. Her eyes opened, and she stared at him as he fingered her pussy. "Like that huh? Like your daddy fondling your pussy?" he hissed, causing her to nod, and a.. "Eh...uhn..." escaped her mouth as she barely parted her lips. her head thrusted back, as she felt his fingers.

"Turn around..." he told Carolyn, who was only to eager and wet. Hormones raging, and horny as hell she moved around her head at the other end of the couch. Carolyn could see her daddy's errection, as he advanced on her, he came down, on top of her his mouth connecting with his as his hands moved hertank top away revealing her push up bra. Carolyn's daddy grabbed at her bra making it come off,springing his daughters titties to life. "Ooh such precious little girl nipples." his tongue glided over the tan errect nipple causing an arch from his little girl, , and a, "Uhnnnmm.." noise. "That a girl... daddy's little girl huh! Getting her nipples licked..." he moved to her other nipple, cock about to bust out of these good armoni clothes. He moved his hands, and stared at her body, at the beautiful little girl laying on the couch. Cartoon Network playing in the background. He grinned, as his fingers curled around her panties, and yanked them down, causing Carolyn to breath softly, as he pushed her legs aside, revealing her smooth little muff. "Shave often?" he asked his daughter, his fingers carressing the top of her pussy. "Mmm. yes...."

"Aw.... I see..." his mouth moved down,and Carolyn hadn't expected that. "Ooh daddy! Oh yeah...." she shrieked, with pleasure as his mouth pressed against her fifteen year old cunny. She whimpered, and held her legs up as her father grabbed them pinning them aside and ate her out perfusely. She whimpered, moved her ass in the up and down mode trying to get more of her daddy's tongue up inside of her. The juices ran out and into her daddy's mouth, tasting the sweet peachness of his young daughter. His cock was so hard, he felt as if it would bust out of his pants.

Carolyn felt a tidal wave wash over her body... she squealed, and whimpered, as she moved furiously, twitching. "That a girl... orgasm... mmm... let me taste it sweetheart..." his mouth covered her puss, as the juices ran down, near her tight cute little ass.

 HE moved up andtasted her breasts. Carolyn whimpered, and couldn't believe what was happening. she couldn't help it. Her hormones just... guided her.

 Carolyn's daddy stood up with a grin, and his hands moved to his pants. Carolyn watched her daddy, unbuckle his black belt, sliding it off, and tossing it aside.
 
 "Want to suck daddy's cock? Only right to return the favor..." He said, in a hoarse voice.

 Carolyn just nodded, still twitching from the orgasm she endured, when his cock was pulled out she wrapped her little hand around it, with her fingers, the creamy flesh was thick, and the vanes were seen through out his long shaft. Carolyn placed her mouth around it and down she went. A long groan escaped Tom's mouth. "Fuck..." He hissed, as he felt her tongue, and the inside of her mouth massage his dick. He grabbed her head pushing her down onto his dick causing her to gag, and come up slobber was hanging on his dead. "That a girl, suck daddy's dick! Your better than mommy." He murmured, as Carolyn continued going down on him, making surping noises.
 
 Tom just watched his daughter suck him off with high anticipation. HE groaned, and watched as her young little mouth went to town, till her mouth was exhausted. "Good girl... now bend over..." he told his daughter.

Carolyn stood, and her daddy bent her over pushing her head against the back of the couch. She felt her daddy move her legs. "Yeah spread them for daddy...! Nice..." His fingers fondled her pussy from behind, wiggling and sliding a finger in causing his daughters pussy to reflex, and tighten, on his fingers. She was so fuckin tight. Virgin obviously. He grinned with high anticipation... He slid two fingers in getting a gasp from Carolyn. "Yeah.. feel my fingers up your puss!" He grinned, as he felt his cock twitching up and down slightly just waiting to feel her virgin cunt lips around his thick daddy dick.

  After a few moments of that, getting her worked up again he stood, and moved behind her, he grabbed her ass, with a groaned, as he grabbed the shaft of his cock, and pressed it against the opening causing a gasp, and a twitch from Carolyn. "Good girl... you'll like this..." He responded to her, as he slid his dick into the tight virgin daughter hole. SHe let out a painful scream, feeling the large shaft penetrate her young folds. "At a girl.. stay like that...!" He slid his cock up in her causing himself to groan, he couldnt' remember when he fucked pussy this tight. He groaned thrusting hsi head back and shook it before turning his eyes back down onto the wet mass of pussy juice on his cock. He heard his daughters moans and screams, and it just made him want her pussy more. Being horny has its fuckin consequences. Soon he started going faster grabbing her ass pulling her into him. It took Carolyn awhile to get use to it, and start enjoying it.

 "Ooh daddy... yeah...! Don't stop.." she begged, as he grinned, "Daddy keep on baby!" he said, grabbing her ass. "You're so tight." He grabbed her and pulled her up to him, dick still in her twat. He grabbed her titties and slammed her, as he tasted her neck, and hissed in her ear. SHe whimpered in her young innocent voice. "Aww... yeah... oh gosh.... mmnmmh.." she purred. Her juices were runnign down her own leg now, from the wetness. He jiggled her tits, and groaned, as he bit his lip harshly, hearing her moan, 'Daddy' Over and over again. He didn't know how much longer he could take being inside his daughter. It was too hot...! "SHIT! Get your mouth down here..." he said forcefully, yanking his pussy sodden cock, he pushed her head down, and she fell to her knees, weakly. SHe had a few tears stinging her eyes from the painful penetration, mingled with the anticpiating desire for more. She watched her father jack his dick, with his hand,and it only took two strokes for white hot cum to shoot out, onto the girls innocent face. He groaned, and jerked. Carolyn felt the hot sticky, cum on her face... he grinned and looked down at her... as she looked up sheepishly, her face covered in cum... "Hows your first time?" he whispered, in a hoarse voice... just as the door jiggled, causing both eyes to widen... the door opened...

  ~The END~ 

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doing something so intamite with someone I loved so much. With another girl who was a lot like me in more ways than one. As our tounges continued to explore so did our hands. Very slowly I brought my hand back up from her ass, which was still in its pants. I slowly started to pull her pants down, I wanted to feel her little pussy so badly that it was killing me. I had never touched another girls pussy before and now was my chance. When Rachel realized what I was doing she helped me to get her pants down. When they were down around her ankles I started to pull the sheets back so that I could look at her pussy. Rachel was not shy around me about anything. Oh don't get me wrong she was shy, but not around another girl. For some reason for Rachel it was never a problem around girls but always around boys. When I had the sheets down to our ankles I could see her little pussy. Her legs were still closed and I wanted to open them but first I wanted to look at her pussy. A little tuff of red hair was starting to form above her pouty lips. The pussy lips were still very much clear of hair and still as smooth as mine. I so much wanted to show her my pussy and see if it turned her on as much as hers turned me on. I slowly started to pull my panties down. Rachel watched me with intrest, even though I thought she had the far more sexy body with her little tits she thought my little girl body was far more sexual. I slowly pulled my shirt up after I had pushed my panties down. Rachel licked her lips and I knew that she wanted to eat me out. Well I wanted to eat her out also. So there was no problem there at all. When my shirt was up to the top of my belly I stopped pulling it up. Rachel turned to me and sat up. I sat up with her and we started to pull each other's shirts up over our heads. God I loved it when her little titties appeard before my eyes once agian, but I found my self not wanting to touch them right then and there because I wanted to play around with her pussy for awhile and make her feel as good as she had made me feel before. We kissed on the lips and with out words she laid back down on the bed. Even though she was as thin as hell, I was also just as thin as her plus a few feet shorter and smaller, so I was the one who would get on top so that I wouldn't get crushed. I slowly slid down to her pussy which was already spread open for my explorations. When I was down by her pussy Rachel brought me into position so that she could start on me. I was already wet just from the anticipation. It had almost been to much, but somehow I managed to contain myself and begin making my lover cum more than she had ever cum before. I slowly brought my tounge out and slid it along the length of Rachels pussy. I could feel her body give a shuder. I brought my hot little thirteen year old mouth down on her pussy and started to circle my tounge around her little clit. That was when I felt Rachels tounge sneak out onto my pussy. She went straight for my clit. She started to move around it just like I was doing to her. I was shuddering and could feel the cum building up in me. Oh God did it ever feel so fucking good having her mouth on my pussy. At the same time I could tell that Rachel was about to cum also. I didn't know what to do, I was so close to cumming but I didn't want to until she had put her tounge in my hole so I held off as long as I could. That was when I brought my tounge into her hole. I entered the canal and I brought Rachel over the edge. At the same time her tounge started to enter into my pussy and her going over the edge in my mouth her juices every where, plus her tounge in my pussy hole was too much. I started bucking and letting my jucies flow out and into her mouth. We both came harder than even the night before bucking against each others mouths. As we laid there against each others pussies I knew that it would not be the last time that we were caught up in this position, but I also knew that we would be doing other things, things with men and boys of all ages, and even other girls, at that time though I did not know how far it was going to go and how complicated it was going to get. After all Rachel and me were just starting at that time to understand each other's bodies and our own bodies, but I did feel a connection with her something I still feel to this day. End Part V. Part VI. "Daddy's home Michelle!" I hear my father scream practically from across the room. I am sitting at the kitchen table the afternoon that my father is suppose to come home. Rachel and me had decided to go over their because it would be quiet and we could practice some more things together. It had been quite an afternoon of cumming in the mouth or around the finger of my lover. Both Rachel and I had been tired out after that afternoon. I had of course expected her to be gone by the time my father got home, but she had fallen asleep in the bed after the last time we had played around with each other. Her parents had known that we were at my house infact they had liked the idea of us playing over here instead of being loud in their house. My father had gone over there to pick me up. They had told him where I was, and had also told him to get Rachel home. Well I had a surpise for my father, I wanted Rachel to stay the night. Not that I respected her company more than my fathers, not at all, in fact I wanted to bring Rachel into our games. Of course my father would never say no to me asking for her to stay the night, even though I knew what was going to go though his mind, that I didn't want to help him release his sexual disires. Well it just so happend that I did and that someone wanted to help me. "Daddy," I said as soon as he came though the front door. I ran from the kitchen and into the living room and right into his arms. My father scooped me up in his arms, and not seeing Rachel around brought his mouth down to mine. Our lips met for only a matter of seconds but to me it felt like a life time. "So wheres Rachel. I want to take her home right now, daddy's got a present for you." I smiled at him and felt his hard on growing in his pants. God how I hated to quinch his need but I had to because I wanted to bring Rachel into our games. "First off, Terry is staying with your aunt one more night, not because I asked her to, but because I told her that I was going to be one day later than I thought." He smiled and ran a hand over my ass. God how I loved the feel of his hand on my bottom. I decided that right then I would spring my own little surpise. "Daddy," I said in my sweetest voice. "Can Rachel spend the night please, I want her to spend the night and we can watch a scary movie with you please!!!!" I begged, hey what is a girl to do when she knows that its going to be harder than ever to convince her father that she doesn't want to do anything and would rather be spending time with a friend. At first my dad's face showed some dissappointment, but he quickly hid it but not fast enough for me to do anything about it. "Yea sure Michelle honey Rachel can spend the night." Good I thought to myself. As soon as he said yes I kissed him on the lips and ran up stairs to tell Rachel. It was going to be a night that my father would never forget ever in his life. It was later that night when me and Rachel appeared downstairs in our nightclothes to watch the movie with my father. Our plan had been orchstrated to make ourselves as sexy as possbile in front of my father, I didn't want him to chicken out half way though the process of us sudducing him. I didin't have anything to worry about, because it was already okay for my father to do things with me, but I knew that he would not be accepting of Rachel wanting him to do things unless he saw that she really wanted it. We were both dressed as sexy as two thirteen year olds, one with no titties and the other one with small ones, could be. Rachel was wearing a short top ,again, this one ended right at the top of her belly button and was even shorter than the one before. Now the idea was to be not to sexy, which meant that Rachels first idea of her only wearing panties and the shirt had to be discarded. Instead she wore boxershorts that showed off most of her beautiful legs. Her red hair was hanging down to about the middle of her back and hanging over her shoulders, which I thought was pretty damn sexy personally. She was also wearing socks that went up to about the middle of her shin and made her look even more adorable. The shirt she wore was another button up, but not as tightly fitting as the one she usually wore. I was going towards a totally diffrent approach to turn my father on. I was going for the approach of the innocent little girl, not that Rachel wasn't innocent looking, just that the way I dressed looked innocent. I was wearing a long nightgown that went down a little below my knees. Underneath the nightgown was a pair of regular little girl panties, again I was going for the innocent little girl part. I was also wearing socks that went to about where the gown stopped. My hair was parted down on both sides and totally straight down my back. It helped to inhance my big green eyes and make me look even more innocent. "Okay Daddy," I said as we got downstairs. We both sat down on the floor with our backs aganist the couch he was sitting on, we were on either side of my father, all part of the plan. "Start the movie we want to watch it then go to sleep." My father never one to argue with me openly turned off all the lights and started to movie. It was one of those classic horror movies that never really scare you, but are perfect for couples to go to. Expecially if the girl is attracted to the guy 'cause when the scary part comes she can clutch to him and pretty soon they are kissing and stuff. Well we were watcthing the film, and on the firts scary part both Rachel and me got a scared look on our faces (all an act) and cluthed to my fathers legs. It was not till then that my father stated to get intrested, infact he had started to doze with a huge hardon in his pants. Oh I had seen it when I came downstairs, Rachel had also but we had ignored it. Now we started to put him to use. On the next scary part we got up on the couch and looked really scared. We kinda cluthcd at his arms, but after the scary part ended we pretened to be interested in the movie, when infact we were more interested in the sudducing of my father. At the next scary part of the film we tried to bury our heads in his chest. My father being a very carring man gently took Rachel and I into his arms and held us. He didn't realize it till the next scary scene but his right hand which was rapped around Rachel was also slighlty touching one of her small little titties. On the next scary part when we knew it was time to spring the rest, Rachel clucthed at my fathers hand and smushed it onto her breast. My father immediatly knew what he was touching and tried to pull away from it. Rachel held his hand on her breast all the tighter, "Don't remove it Mr. Ramsy," she said in a very turned on voice. My father looked for one instant from her to me then back to her. He knew then what we had been trying to do all night long. We were just letting him develop the knowledge that Rachel was attracted to him, just as much as I was. When he saw the lust in her eyes he slowly started to rub on her small little breast. He rubbed on it though her clothing and Rachel not being a draft girl started to moan a little bit. I could see my fathers hardon in his pants and I knew that he needed to be releaved. And I was just the girl to give him that pleausre while he was busy with Rachel. End Part VI. Part VII. While my father was busy rubbing and playing with Rachel's little titties, I went down on the floor infront of his pant covered cock. I slowly reached up with my hands and started to unbotton his pants, my father opened one of his eyes and looked down at me and smiled. I unziped his pants and pulled his boxers down till his cock sprung up and out of his pants. God did I ever like looking at that organ and touching it. But not tonight, No way was I going to touch it now, I was going to give my father the ultamite pleasure, I was going to suck him off. I slid my mouth over my fathers hard cock and very slowly started to bring the huge organ into my little thirteen year old mouth. When I had about half of his cock in my mouth and knew I could take no more I started to suck on his hard-on and lick it with my tounge every know and then. While I sucked I looked up at my father and saw that finally he was pleasuring Rachel with his mouth. His mouth had totally enveloped one of her titties and was sucking on it hard, which was causing Rachel to cry out in pleasure and moan just about as much as she had done for me. I continued to work on my father cock, knowing full well that later tonight we were going to get him to fuck both of us. For even though I had done things with my father and even slept with him every night, we had not had sex yet. I could feel my fathers orgasm beginning deep inside his cock. I slowly slid my hand down and inbetween my legs. After all why should my father and Rachel be the only ones that got off at that time? I slowly started to rub my hard little clit and pretty soon I felt my own orgasm comming on. My fathers cock gave one finally surge in my mouth at the same time Rachel gave out a loud moaning sound as she had her own cum (her first one from a man). I also came with my mouth around my fathers cock. I felt each pulse of his cock as he spurted his insectous seed into my little mouth. I swollowed all of it down my thoat and gave my father probably one of the best blow jobs that he had ever gotten. After I had milked my father dry I came up and sat on the couch next to both my father and Rachel. Rachel was the first one to speak out of all of us and she spoke to me, "What does your father's cum taste like Michelle?" She asked me, this was also in a way part of our plan. "It tastes soo fuckin' good come over here and get a taste Rachel." My friend came over to where I was and sat down sideways on my lap. We slowly brouth our lips together and our tounges met. Mine with some semen left on it and her's with nothing. The tounges innertwiend inside my mouth then hers. We kissed for the longest time and while we did, I slid my hands down Rachels shorst and started to explore her hot little slit. When we broke the kiss we looked over at my father and smiled. He was already hard again, his cock up in the air sticking out from his boxers and pants. Rachel smiled and got up from my lap and kneeled between my fathers legs. She pulled his boxers and pants all the way to his ankles. Then she took the hard member that was inbetween my fathers legs and very slowly she stated to suck him off. She started off by slowly sliding her tounge up and down the cock, she licked him till a little bit of pre-cum appeared on the end of his cock. She very slowly brought her tounge out and licked the end of his cock where the pre-cum was. When she got the taste in her mouth I knew that Rachel would want more and more of it soon. Her mouth very slowly came down over my fathers cock and she guided it in with her hand. Rachel was not a pro, but what she lacked in knowledge she made up for in sexual expression. She continued to suck on my father's cock and I knew that soon she was going to get him off for the second time tonight. I wanted in on some of this action, my father was too busy being stimulated by Rachel to notice anything. I very slowly got behind Rachel, who spread her legs wide so that I could get under her. When I was under her I very slowly brought my mouth up and clamped onto her already wet pussy. God it felt so good having that pussy in my mouth again! I very slowly bought my tounge out and traced a circle around her small clit and down to her little entrance. When I looked up I could see that she was still getting my father off, I could also see her little titties. How I wanted to touch them again. I slid my hand up and gripped one of her little titties and started to play around with it. My father was going to blow any minute and I could feel my own orgasm and Rachels were both about to come along also. All three of us started at the same time. I felt Rachel's body start to shudder against my explorations, at the same time my body stared to shudder at the excitment of me playing with Rachel while she sucked my father off. My father who could never last long (and lasted even shorter with his cock in a pussy) with a mouth on his cock blew his load into Rachels mouth. She felt it coming and very slowly swollowed it all down into her stomach. After we had all cum, we laid down on the floor all together, My father was inbetween Rachel and I. I was just starting to doze off when Rachel asked a question that I had never even thought to ask. "Mark." Thas my father's real name. "Yes Rachel?" My father asked her looking over at her and smilling. "Where did you learn to do all of that stuff that Michelle told me about and also the stuff we did today?" My father stopped short for a second looked at both of us and reasted one hand on each pussy. "Well let me tell you a story of my teenage years..." So begins the story that my father told me when I was only thirteen years old. A story about his fourteenth year of life. . . (I am going to tell it to you the same way my father did, so it will be in first person, but not me telling it). End Part VII Part VIII It was the beginning of my Fourteenth year of life. I had just moved in with my father and step-mother, after the death of my mother in a car accident three months before. It was probably one of the worst times of my life but at the same time it was probably one of the best years of my life. 'Cause it was the year that I meet your mother (refurring to Michelle) and I met her though my half-sister. I moved in with my father and his wife who had four kids, the kids ages were: Tim: 12, April: 10, Sarah: 8, and Randy: 5. April was the cutest of the two girls she had long flowing brown hair that went down to about the middle of her back, and dark brown eyes that were huge. She is also the girl that introduced me to your mother (again refurring to Michelle). I am not going to bother you with the details of Tim, Sarah, and Randy because they are not imporant to how I learned and why I like young girls. It happend on April's 11th birthday. Our Father and his wife was out of the night because they felt that me being fourteen I was old enough to watch the kids. Plus Tim, Sarah, and Randy were all gone with the parents to a movie. I was also April's favorite "big brother". It was later at night after the party and April's mom had told her that she could have two friends. One was Tina Brown, and the other was your mother Anne Willson. God your mother was beautiful when she was eleven years old, with long flowing dark brown hair, and those blue eyes of hers were penatarating. You look so much like your mother (michelle) that sometimes I think you are your mother. Now having been around little girls all day my cock was pretty hard and I needed to get some relief, so I told the girls that I was going to go to bed a little early and that they should be quiet because April's mom would be home soon. I went up to my room reminded of the most beautiful face of that whole day, a girl that I wanted to touch so much. Your mother (Michelle) Anne, was so much on my mind. I jacked off and soon fell asleep. It was later at night I suppose, around midnight or so that I heard the knock at my door, I was still naked so I hurridly put on my boxer shorts. I opend the door and Anne stood there, she was dressed so beautifully. In a little nightgown that went down to her ankles. "What's wrong Anne?" I asked. She looked down at her little feet for a second and then looked up at me, "I can't sleep, I'm scared and not use to being in a strange house alone, can I sleep with you? I would feel so much better. " The girls were all sleeping in different rooms so that they could all have beds. Tim and Randy were staying the night at friends houses because they were in that phase of not liking girls. I brought her into my room and let her lay down in bed with me. When I laid down next to her and my leg touched her small little leg I felt my hardon begin. God I was so attracted to her even back then. I was starting to drift off to sleep when I felt something roll on top of me. I opened my eyes and say that Anne was on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her little body, one of my hands slid down to her little ass and I started to rub it. "Mark," she said to me in the darkness. "Are you uh. . .hard?" My eyes sprun open and I looked into her little eyes, her questioning eyes. "What do you mean Anne?" "Well my father plays around with his thing down there every know and then sometimes when he spanks me for being bad I feel it against my leg. And one day he told me what it was and ever since then he has always played with it infront of my eyes sometimes even touching me against my will." I wanted to cry then and some tears did appear in my eyes, to think that someone would do anything like that aginst a little girls will! It pissed me off so much. "Go to sleep okay Anne, don't worry about my hard thing okay?" She sorta smiled and rolled off of me, "I want to. . .I want to do things with you, I feel. . .diffrent with you around me like you would never let anyone hurt me." We talked a little more after that because it got me interested in her, I had felt from the minute I saw her at my sisters party that something was happening. Your mother it turned out was the oldest one at the party she was thirteen years old and only came because her and April had grown up together. That was what made them friends, growing up together. It was probably a month later that I started to date your mother. Oh her father didn't like it until one day that I came over and saw him trying to make her suck him off. I was in a furry that day, and I hit him with first my fists then a lamp. Her mother moved out on the creep two days later. I saw Anne a lot after that, her mother loved me and still does to this day. It was about a month after us dating that Anne and I had our first intercourse. Anne was small, just like you Michelle, and did not look thirteen, in fact almost a year after the party she still sometimes looked to me like an eleven year old the same way she did when I met her at the party. It was weird, while other girls her age were gitting titties Anne was getting nothing at all. It ha ppend that one night when her mother was going to be out till about four in the morning that we made love. I was staying at Anne's because even then she was till scared of staying alone. I sure was glad that she was. Anne was a lot like me, she also found it hard not to look at little girls. Your mother was very bisexual, but the only guy she had ever felt attracted towards was me. It was late at night and we were laying in her bed just holding each other, when I felt Anne's hand slip under my boxers. It was nothing new she had touched me before, but what happend next had never happend. She stroked it for awhile, while I stroked her little pussy. That was when it happend. Anne started to pull down my boxers, when she had them down all the way she pulled my hand out of her pussy. She slid her panties off and took her shirt off also. I had seen your mother naked before but this was the first time in full lighting that I had seen her naked. For she turned the light on. Anne laid down next to me and said in a very turned on voice, "I want you to make love to me Mark." How could I resist her beautiful little blue eyes. I very slowly slid dowon her body to her little pussy and spread her lips, I licked her pussy and brought my tounge wet with her jucies to her little mouth. We kissed deeply as I brought my cock up onto her little pussy. She spread her legs wider for me to enter. And enter I did. I pushed my cock in her little thirteen year old pussy. She gasped as I entered her, she had an eleven year old's body, even though she was thirteen, so her pussy was very small also. It hurt as I broke her little hymen, but soon after I had started to stroke her she started to moan. I knew I would not be able to keep my load in her little pussy, so I let it all go, It went deep inside her little pussy and she sighed as she also had her orgasm. I laid down with her on top of me and held her tightly in my arms. "I love you always Mark." I smiled and said. "I love you Anne." We had made love. Her mom came home later that night and checked in on us. She saw the clothes on the floor, and the covers only covered up to the middle of Anne's back, her mother knew. She smilled lightly, knowing that Anne her little girl had nothing to worry about getting pregnant. After all Anne had still not even gotten hair on her pussy. She closed the door and I opened my eyes. I had pretend to be asleep when she came in. I held Anne tighter and then slept. Three years later, when Anne was just starting to develop titties we got married, one year later a beautiful little girl was born to us, our Michelle. I had already by that time built up about two millon in money do to the sales of three books and a software program. Then four years after the birth of your brother and when you were thirteen, the women of my dreams my beautiful lover, Anne died. I knew she had been playing with our sons cock, and she had encouraged me to play around with you lots of times. Even though I wanted to I never did and now I regret it because if I had Anne would never have left that night. I mean she knew I fantazied about you and she was okay with it she was encouraging me. Infact she knew that you played with yourself Michelle and she wanted what I wanted you to learn from your father. Neither one of us thought it wrong I was just scared. And your mother left me with you that night alone because she was hopping that I would take that step, sometimes I wish I had done it earlier before she decided to do that. {Michelle's Note: My fahter a very touching and loving person, made all three of us cry that night, how I wish my mother was there to see us now!!! Sometimes the past hurst more than the future.} End Part VIII End Section 2

nything like that. I have the same dark brown almost black hair that my mother had. Infact in a lot of ways I look a lot like my mother. With my little pert nose that is turned up at the end. My round little girl ass, even at thriteen I still had no sign of ever growning titties. While other girls my age were already developing some even already wearing size aa bras even a few with size b bras. I was not embarrased about it after all I had far more imporatant things to worrry about. My eyes were a dark green, the same color as my fathers. I also had no hips and my pussy still looked very much like a little girl's pussy. The lips had no hair on them at all. A few times at school in the locker room I had seen some of the other girls totally naked and had seen that their pussies were getting hair on them. Some girls the ones with large tits had lots of hair on them. Some of the other girls had barely any hair at all. And then there were girls like me who had no hair at all down there. I was not the only thirteen year old girl that still had a flat chest. But at my school there was like only three of us and none of us were friends with each other. Infact I had no real friends at the school because I was a distant person back at the beginning of my thirteenth year. Sometimes late at night I would slide my hand down my flat chest and over my flat tummy and under my usually white panties and start strocking my little pussy. I had learned how to play with myself from a friend at school. It is quite interesting how I caught her doing it. It was one afternoon I believe two days before I was to turn thirteen. I had left my gym bag in my gym locker and had gone back into the room. I heard some noise from the bathroom intriged by it I went over to where I thought I heard it. I knew it was coming from one of the stalls so I went into the stall next to where the noise was and peaked over the wall. There on the toliet seat with her shirt on the floor and her little titties pointing out was thirteen year old Mary. Her panties and shorts wre also on the floor. Her legs were spread wide. She had her left hand on her pussy and one of her fingers was going in and out of the hole. It was quite stimulating even for a tweleve year old girl like me. Her other hand was stroking her little titties and ever now and then she would give off a moan. That was when I knew that she was enjoying what she was doing. Later that night I felt like maybe I should see if it felt good for me too. My little tweleve year old body was far behind in development for a girl my age. Most of the tweleve year old girls were starting to develop tits and guys at the school were looking at them with intrest. So that night I got into bed and pulled my panties down and spread my legs wide. I slowly started to slide my hand around my pussy. At first I had felt nothing then when I started to rub around the top of my lips I started to feel some pleasure. The more I rubbed the more pleasure that came. Soon I was close to climaxing. That was when I decided to sneak my little finger into my hole. In it when and I felt something gripping at my finger. At first I was scared but then it started to feel really good. I found that if I moved my finger in and out of my pussy that it felt really good. That night I had my first cum and God it was so good I wanted to keep doing it over and over. It was about two months after my mothers death that I learned what a boy's function was. I was bathing my little brother Terry. I had started to clean his cock and to do that I had to stroke it. Usually his father washed him but tonight our dad had to work late. Terry was five years old and could almost bathe himself. But usually unless you bathed him he just sat in the water and splashed. When my father rubbed his little penis Terry never got hard. But I learned from what I Started to do that mom often made Terry hard on purpose. I guess our mother liked little cock. Well I was going to learn in a few days that my father liked little pussy. Anyways when I started to stoke little Terry's cock it started to go from soft to a softie. I saw it get longer in my hand and I dropped the washclothe all together and stared at it in surpise. Then I decided to start stroking it like I had seen in one of my dad's porno magazines. It felt weird in my hand soft and hard at the same time. Little Terry started to smile and I continued to stroke it. His little cock got so hard. I could no longer contain myself. I knew what a little cock was for now. It was to go inside a pussy. I picked Terry up and carried him to my room. When we reached my room I layed him down on my bed. My thirteen year old pussy was already wet from this idea. I took my shorts and panties off. Then I laid down next to Terry. I brought him on top of me and spread my legs as wide as they would go. I took his hard little cock in my hand and directed it towards my pussy. I slid it inside and Terry smiled widely. I started to move like I did with my hand and when I started to move so did Terry. You probably already gussed what I only relized after I had had my cum. My mother used to fuck little Terry all the time. When I did come so did Terry. Well he had his orgasm. Terry t hen laid there next to me on the bed where I put him. He was sound asleep in a few minutes. It had felt so good having that little cock in me that I had not stopped to see my father standing in the door way. End Part 1 Part II It wasn't till I rolled over on the bed and looked towards my still open door that I saw my father standing there looking at me. He was a handsome man had always been from the day he was born or so that's what my grandmother always said. He stood about six feet tall with dark sandy brown hair and green eyes just like mine. He was quite handsome with a straight nose and a strong face. He was also thin very thin. But not too thin oh there were mucles on him but they were not really big. He was a very handsome and caring man. He had always been that way towards me and still today he is a caring towards me. Infact sometimes he is too caring, but that hardly matters at this point. At first I thought he was going to yell at me and tell me to follow him to his bedroom for a stern lecture on what I had done. My father did neither he just kept looking at me, and every now and then he would look over at little Terry. I began to get worried that maybe he had flipped out or that he was going crazy because of what he had just seen. Luckily that day my father was wearing boxer shorts. So that when I looked down his body I saw a huge bulging hardon in his pants. And that was when I knew that my father was not in shock or anything like that, but that he was sexually aroused by his thirteen year old daughter fucking his five year old son. When I saw that my father was turned on I felt something I would never have expected to feel for my fahter. I was wet! In between my legs was a growing desire to have my fathers huge cock in my little pussy. Oh his cock was nowhere as big as you would think, but to a thirteen year old girl who had only seen her little brothers cock, her fathers was huge. I didn't know what to do or how to approach him. Should I just walk up there naked? Or just sit on the bed till he walks over to where I am? I decided to do the former in favor of the latter because it did not look like he was going to do anything execpt stand there in shock. I slowly stood up from the bed and walked over to where my father was standing in the doorway. When I got there I thought it might be good to relieve some of the tension in my fathers body. I thought I would suck him off. I had never done this before only heard some of the girls in the locker room talking about how much their boyfriends liked it when a girl did it. When I got to my father he looked down at me. I was only 5 feet tall and he was six feet. I slowly got down on my knees and pulled his boxker shorts down. My fathers cock came bounding out of them and almost hit me in the face because I was so close to it. His cock stuck straight up in the air going towards his belly button. All around it was coverd in hair and his balls were just below also covered in hair. Not that I minded in fact sometimes I wished that I had hair down their because then that would mean that I was growing up. I slowly took his cock in my hand first and started to stroke it like I had done to my brother Terry. My father immediatly let out a moan as I started to stroke his hard cock. A little bit of pre-cum appeared on the end of his cock. I stopped jacking him off and slowly brought my little girl tounge to the head of his cock. I touched the pre-cum with my tounge and it tasted good kinda sour-sweet but it still tasted good. My father moaned at the touch of my little tounge on his huge memeber. I slowly opend my mouth and drew his cock into my hot little mouth. My father moaned somemore and I knew he was about to cum. I wanted him to remember this always. So when I had the head of his cock in my mouth, which was just about all I could fit, after all I was tiny even for a thirteen year old. I started to rub my tounge aginst the head. And when he moaned again I knew he was going to cum. So I started sucking really hard on his cock. It must have drriven my father mad because he thrust his cock a little furhter back in my mouth and put one of his hands on my little head as he started to cum in my mouth. I felt each spurt as they hit first the back of my mouth then my tounge, and I swollowed almost all of it. I had just had my first cum in my mouth. And it had felt so great. God how I had loved it. After he had totally finished cumming I kept sucking on his cock till it went totally limp and spent. Then I dried it off with my panties. My fahter left the room a few minutes later still panting a little bit. After I put my panties in the dirty clothes hamper in my room and tucked my little brother in bed I followed my father into his room. He was sitting on his bed with his boxers back on. I slowly sat down on his lap and looked into his eyes. He lightly kissed me on the forhead. I knew then that something was wrong. "Whats wrong Daddy?" I asked him carefully not wanting to tread on dangerous grounds. "Nothing much is wrong Michelle it's just that we really should'nt had done that, no matter how much we wanted to. It's wrong for a father to play with his little girl, and its wrong for you to play with your little brother. I should'nt have let you do what you did to me it was wrong you are way to young to do that. Also daddy's are not suppose to mess around with their own daughters. It's all just wrong." "But it felt so good daddy. Here touch my pussy, feel it! It's wet for you daddy for you!" I said to him after he finished his speach. I grabed his hand and slide it down to my still naked pussy. Letting him feel the wet naked lips. I removed my hand from his and even though his hand cupped my little pussy for a little bit he pulled away fast. "It's not right for a daddy to touch his little girl down their or want her." I tried to balance what he was saying aginst what he was making me feel and what I knew by his hard on that was starting to point upwards against the side of my butt. "Even if I am attracted towards you Michelle it does not mean that its right for me to do that to d you. I should'nt have let you suck me off and I should have stopped you when you started playing with your little brother." "Whats so wrong with it Daddy? I love you and you love me, thats all that should matter. Who cares if you are my daddy that doesn't mean that we can't love this way too." My father was a weird man sometimes. I knew even back then that if I was willing that it was not wrong for him to touch me or be with me. My father knew this also and he knew that I was willing. The question was would he dare to go further with me or would he stop and forget it all? I hopped for the whole way. I wanted my fathers cock in me even back then. I wanted to feel the hugness of it inside my little hole. I wanted it so badly. And when I want somethiung I would always go for it with my teeth and I would not stop till I got it. It was still growing aginst my leg and I knew that soon my father would not be able to contain it in his shorts much longer. He whispered in my ear then, "oh how I have always wanted to feel and touch you my little Michelle, but I never had the courage that your mother did." I looked at him for one second and then slowly took his hand and placed it back over my small mound, "Now you do Daddy now you are ready and now I am ready too." My father I knew was going to burst and give in then. He wanted me so much more than I would ever understand a man could want a child. More than I would ever expect. Even back then I never considered how much of an impact it would all have on me in the future today I still don't look back and think on all of this and what it caused in my life. I will never consider what was wrong with fucking and playing with my Daddy because he was my Daddy and I will always love him for everything that happend to us. Part III. It was then that my father exploded. I knew that he was not going to after that night be able to keep his hands away from my small little body. After a little bit of just looking over my head and thinking one of his fingers on the hand that was already cupping my little pussy began to sneak around the mound and to find my clit. My father knew a little girls atonomy pretty well because he found my clitoris fast. His finger slowly started to trace a circle around the clit and I felt that feeling returning to my body. Soon I was getting really hot and could hardly contain myself anymore. That was when my fahter laid me down on the bed so that my legs could be spread even wider than they alread were. God I loved the feeling of his hand as it explored my little thirteen year old body. While one of his fingers explored around my clit another finger started to sneak into my little pussy hole. I felt the finger sliding into the whole and it started to give me so much pleasure that I moaned out loud for the first time. I could see my fathers cock pointing up in his pants and I wanted so bad to suck on it and give him the same pleasure he was giving me but I had no energy to do so. I felt like I could cum at any moment and I loved it so much. While one of his hands continued to explore my little mound my fahters mouth moved over my belly and up to my two small nipples. He slowly started to suck in the nipples. It was setting me on fire I could hardly believe what my father was doing to me. He was going to make me cum harder than I had ever cum before and I could not stand it. I was already sweatting when I started to pant and moan more often. I was being brought to my first climax ever by my own father, and more than that, I was being brought to my first climax from a man that knew exactly what he was doing. After a few seconds of his finger slidding in and out of my pussy and the gripping of my little hole, and his other finger playing with my little clit, and the sucking on my little pink nipples. I could no longer take it I came and I came so hard that it almost floored my father. I just stated bucking aginst his fingers and his mouth. I was screaming almost. God did I have a cum or what. When I finally slowed down enough to relize where I was I looked into the caring eyes of my father. He softly kissed my sweaty forhead. A few minutes later I said to him, "Daddy that felt so good. Now its your turn. Take your shorts off Daddy and lay down on the bed." He looked at me for a second not thinking that his little girl could have such a commanding heart. But then again you should have seen my mother when it came to sex. After my father was laying on the bed with his cock sticking staight up towards his belly button. I slowly brought my mouth down over the cock. At first I laid a few teasing kisses on the end of the cock which drove him litterally towards maddness. Then I slowly licked it from the base, where it met the balls, up to the tip then back down again. I could feel the preasure building in his cock and I knew that if I kept this up he would come and it would be to soon to be any good. So I laid down next to him and brought my mouth to his. I lightly kissed him and then laid down next to him. My staring at the cock and him must have drove him wild. But soon my fathers hard-on started to lose its hardness and I slide back down and grabbed it in my mouth. Instant hardon again. I started to suck it. I wanted to feel his cum in my mouth again. Pretty soon my father was bucking against my movement of in and out and sucking. I knew then that he was about to come. "I'm gonna cum Michelle!" He almost screamed. And that was when he let it all go. My fathers cock came with such force in my mout more force than the first time. And I swollowed as much as I could. When he finished cumming I looked up at him and he smiled. We kissed on the lips our tounges meeting. Then I laid down curled in his arms. We slept peacfully. I was daddys little girl and always would be. Part IV. My fahter and I would have many more nights like that, but I want to move forward now towards another sexual experinece of mine. It was a saturday and my father was going to be gone for the whole weekend. I didn't want him to go away for three whole days but I had no choice. My little brother was going to stay with our Aunt, and since my father and aunt both thought that I would have more fun at Rachel's thats where I went. Not that they were wrong. They were right, but I would have had even more fun with my daddy. Rachel was my best friend. In fact even today she is still one of the best friends I have. She had long red hair that went down to about the middle of her back. Beautiful blue eyes that were the color of the sky. She had no freckles at all on her w hole body which was weird for a red head, but not unheard of. She had two small little titties that were not even out of a training bra yet, but she had more than I did. Rachel also had a very firm and round little ass. I had seen many boys looking at it, but never did I think that I would look at it that way. It was late at night and everyone in the house was asleep that friday night except for me and Rachel. She was laying on the floor on her stomach. I was on the couch laying on my side. Rachel was wearing these tight strech pants that showed off the curve of her bottom so well. She was also wearing a short night shir that when she would streach standing up it would show off her belly button and a little above it. Maybe that shirt opened my sexual desire for Rachel but then again it was probably her that opened the door. I was wearing a a long shirt that went all the way down to my knees, and a pair of pink panties that were made of lace. Oh we were both dressed sexually, my father would have flipped out to see us both in the clothing we were in. But that's another story for another time. We were watching a show on HBO it was called: "The Goddess of Sex" or some other thing like that. It was one of those shows HBO only shows late at night when kids our age are suppose to be asleep. Well not this night. After the show was over we decided to go to Rachels room and sleep. She only had one bed so we decided we would sleep togther on it. Nothing wrong with that, we were both just normal girls and unlike boys we didn't care how many slept together in the same bed. Well if I had known back then what I know now I don't think I would have changed anything, but I would not have been as innocent as I was at that moment. We were laying there in the bed talking a little bit sometimes about Bobby Myers who was the "cutest" boy in the whole school. It was around the time that I was starting to drift away that I felt a hand on my leg. I thought that Rachel was already asleep and that her hand had just landed their on accident. So I started to go back to sleep not caring if a hand was on my leg. That was when her hand started to move up my leg. She was feeling my leg slowly. I kept my eyes shut wondering how far she was going to carry this. She was doing what the "Goddess of Sex" had done to a girl in the movie. Her hand continued to slide up my leg until it reached my panties. My night shirt was pulled up around my waist from the tossing I had done earlier to get comftrable. Her hand slid over my panties. For some strange reason when her hand slid over my pussy lips though the panites I felt a tingle in my body somewhere. As if I wanted her to touch me. I had never felt a girl do this before. I wanted to see how far Rachel would take it and if it would make me feel good or not. Her hand reached the top of my panties and she slowly slid it down the panties till she reached my pussy lips. While she had been monuvering her hand up my leg I had left the other leg open so that she could feel my half way spread pussy lips. When she started to slide one of her fingers across the lips I let out a sound of one that somoene wuld make if they were sleeping. In fact the sound was one of pleasure disguised because I did not want her to know I was awake yet. And then I slowly started to move. And when I started to move to open my legs more she quickly started to move her hand out of my panties. That was when I knew that this would not continue unless I made it continue. So when she started to pull away I grabbed her hand and held it where it was. Rachel almost screamed out in surpise. "Don't stop." I whispered to her. Rachel's blue eyes looked into mine and I saw passion in her eyes, just as I am sure she saw my passion. "It feels good don't stop." Rachel looked down at where our hands were under the covers and she slowly placed her hand back on my now wet mound. "Holy shit, your wet Michelle, just like me." I smiled. "Conitnue what you were doing please Rachel I want to cum from your hand." My friend smiled a little bit and started to move one of her fingers over my now spread pussy lips and rubbing around my little clit. I felt it building up just like I always did with my father. Rachel was going to make me cum. God damn was I fucking hot or what. While she explored my pussy I found that I could not keep my hands off of her body. I had wanted to touch another girls titties for so long and feel what it must feel like to have them. I slowly slid my hand up her body from the side of her flat belly up under the night shirt she was wearing. When I reached one of the small mounds I slowly slid my hand over it and felt it. When I felt the smooth roundness of Rachels tit I was almost in heaven. Touching a girl was just as good as touching a guy in some ways touching a girl was better. I slowly slid my hand over the tit till I found her nipple. When I found her nipple Rachels finger entered into my hot little pussy hole. I lightly pinched her nipple and we both moaned lightly with pleasure. I wanted my mouth on Rachels tit right then and there. I slowly undid the buttons on her shirt and pulled it back till her tits were revealed. They were so beautiful. So smooth and round. So white with a little pink nipple on the end of each. I brought my mouth down to her left tit and started to suck in the nipple. I lightly bit it as she brought her finger in and out of my pussy faster and faster. It felt so good I was about t cum and I could tell by Rachels breath that she was too. As I sucked and played with her breasts she continued to move her fingers around on my pussy. We both reached a huge climax and I knew that I was about to go over the edge. I brought my mouth away from her tittie and I slowly bought my lips up to hers. We kissed deeply our tounges thrusting into each others mouths. It felt so good kissing another grirl. Our small lips meeting. Our eyes stayed open and we stared at each other the whole time. We came as we kissed. It felt so good. One of my hands was on her tit and hers was on my pussy. After we had come we laid on the bed togehter tangled in each others arms. We were lovers after all. That was when Rachel asked me what I knew and how I learned it. I told her everything I knew about guys and girls. When she asked who the guy was I told her I couldn't tell, she told me that I could and that she would never tell. So I told her it was my father and for a second I thought she would flip but she just smiled and told me that her older sister taugh her all about sex. We laid toghter for awhile before we started to drift off to sleep. our two bodies intertwined. Our pussies touhing though the thin cloth of her night pants and my panties. "I love you Michelle." And I found it strange that now I loved to people the same way, "I love you too Rachel." End of Parts I-IV

and Michelle and I went right to bed.   Fucking Brian by ourselves, together, and watching each other fuck Brian was really getting to us, it was getting us really hot for each other, so when Brian left, we went at it right away.

 

            As soon as Brain changed and left my room, I went down the hall to Michelle’s.   After we went at it (no detailed description is necessary I think, if you really want to know, read the first story, it is similar to that, except for Brian walking in on us.) we both just laid there in bed.   We wanted to plan something special for Brian and his last night here.   After we both threw around some ideas, we both came up with it.

 

            We quickly started planning and calling and talking to people that we wanted to help us out.   By the time Brian returned a little over an hour later, we had it all planned.   Neither of us told him what was going to happen, because we didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

 

            Michelle and I were in my room and in my bed naked, cuddling watching some tv when Brian got back from the pool.   He saw us laying there and just gave us a smile and shook his head.   We just looked back at him with a cute little look that told him ‘what?   You left us alone.’

 

            Brian rummaged though his bag to get his shower stuff, then stripped down and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.   A minute or two after he left and we heard the water start to run Michelle poked me in the side, “It’s time” she said.   “Yea yea,” I told her smiling, “I was just giving him a head start.”   With that I gave her a kiss and climbed out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

 

            I found which shower stall he was in and slowly crept up to it.   I looked through a crack in the curtain and saw that his back was to me.   I looked him up and down a couple times, admiring his body as the water ran over him.   I quickly slipped into the shower with out him seeing me and stood there for a minute before walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his side and grabbing his hanging dick.   I put my head on his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on the neck.   “Hey there little bro, I needed a shower too before we go out tonight, mind if I join you?” and with that I started softly kissing him on his neck.

 

            He stood there for a little while, and bent his neck to the side, allowing me easier access to him.   As my lips worked their magic on his neck and shoulders, my hands were working his dick, and were doing a pretty good job at it because I could feel him start to get hard.   When he was hard I started stroking up and down his shaft while still kissing him.   I could tell he was starting to enjoy this because of how he was moving and the slight barely audible sounds that were coming out of his mouth.

 

            We didn’t last too long like this before his emotions just overcame him and he grabbed me and quickly pushed me against the wall.   He held my hands above my head as he looked at me and smiled.   He looked up and down my body and admired the way the water from the shower ran between my breasts and down over the other curves of my body.   He then moved in closer and pressed himself against me and started to kiss me.   I could feel his hard dick pressed tightly between our two stomachs.

 

            He held my hands above my head still and kissed me passionately.   Our tongues were swirling around inside our mouths, and his hips were moving ever so slightly to suggest that we were fucking.   All of this was getting me really worked up.   This was my first time in the shower with a guy, so that on top of the fact that Brian was good was getting me really worked up.

 

            He let go of my hands and slowly traced his fingers down my arms.   He moved his head to the side and started kissing my cheek, and nibbling on my ear, then moved down to my neck.   I kept my hands above my head and had my head tilted to one side as he kissed and nibbled his way down my body.   He worked from my face down to my neck, spent some time on either side, then moved down to my breasts.   He took one in his hand, put his mouth over my nipple and sucked my breast as far in his mouth as he could.   He used his hand to rub my breast, and used his tongue to swirl around my nipple.

 

            What he was doing felt so good!   I just stood there against the wall with my hands above my head and just soaked in all the pleasure Brian was giving me.   Brian then switched to my other breast and did the same thing he had done before.   Except this time he kept his hand on my other breast and kneaded it a little bit.

 

            After unlatching himself from by breast, he continued to keep his hands on them and knead them.   He stuck his tongue out and started teasing my nipples with it.   My eyes were closed and my head was still off to one side as he continued on my body.   I let out a soft moan as he licked my nipple with his tongue.

 

            He continued playing with my breasts for a little while, but brought his leg up, and was humping my pussy with his thigh.   He would push it hard up into my pussy, then slowly back off, then push it hard up, then slowly back off, then hard up and slowly back off.   He was hitting my cilt, so it was sending lots of pleasure though my body.

 

            Between him playing with my breasts and dry fucking my pussy, the sensations I was getting were incredible.   It felt like lightening was shooting through my body.   My moans were uncontrollable at this point and were coming as they wished.

 

            Brian then pulled off of me and stood back.   He looked at me standing there up against the wall of the shower with my hands still above my head and my head still cocked to one side.   I was panting to catch my breath.   I opened my eyes to see him smile at me.   I gathered some energy and managed to smile back at him.   He then grabbed his dick and positioned it right at my pussy lips touching them.   I had my eyes closed again, but felt something touch my pussy.   I knew immediately what it was and my panting and breathing got heavier and faster paced.

 

            When I felt him start to push in I took one deep breath and held it until he was all the way in and had pulled out and pushed in a couple times, then I gasped and my deep breaths continued.   He started out pretty slow and was just pushing in, and pulling out, very slowly, letting us both enjoy this, and enjoying this we were.

           

            He soon began to pick up the pace and brought it up to a nice brisk pace.   I was really enjoying this, more than I thought I would.   I finally brought my arms down and placed them on his shoulders to help steady myself.   We were soon, once again, fucking like rabbits.

 

            My knees were getting really weak, so I picked them up off the floor.   To my surprise I stayed right where I was and didn’t slip down the wall at all.   I picked my legs up and wrapped them around his waist and used them to pull him into me and push himself even deeper into me.   When I wrapped my legs around his waist, he pick up the pace even more so we were fucking like mad.

 

            There we were in the shower, my arms over his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist and my back against the wall of the shower with Brian fucking me senseless.   Every once and a while you could hear the smack as I hit the wall again, but mostly it was my screams and moans from being fucked.

 

            We went at it like this for a little while, until I felt Brian tense up then start to shoot his load into me.   He pushed me as hard against the wall as he could and buried himself as deep as he could into my pussy and just started to unload.

 

            After he finished shooting his load into me, we both just stood there in the shower, as if we were frozen in time.   I then slowly unwrapped my legs from around his waist and put my legs down to support myself again.   He pulled himself out of me.

 

            We joined together again in a kiss and when we pulled away, I looked him in the eye, and whispered to him, “I love my little brother.”   He just smiled back.   We then started to clean each other off, getting our hands all soapy and running them around each others bodies.   I ran mine over his chest and over his dick.   He got his hands all soapy and played with my breasts.   He seemed to like the way they were all slick and slippery when they were all soapy.

 

            We climbed out of the shower and dried each other off, and headed back towards my room to change into clothes to get ready to go out tonight.   Afterall, Michelle and I had big plans for him.   We were excited for it too, we were looking foreword to it.

 

            I could feel myself getting hot thinking about what would be happening later.   I looked over at Brian as he was putting on some clothes.   I found it cute how he had absolutely no idea what was going in.   He saw me looking at him and smiled at me.   I smiled back.   If only he knew…

span style="font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">Oh hurry up and get hose wet clothes off, you poor mite. Dads ready, you have remembered that we are going out tonight dear?

Yes Mum, is Uncle Joey home yet?

Yes he is having a shower, now that your Dad as finished in there.

By the way he is going to run us down to the restraint; we have booked a Taxi to come back.

I will have a shower myself and do my homework before I go to sleep, Morgan replied well I am going to my room to change out of these wet clothes.

I will most probably be a sleep when you come home. Morgan gave her Mum a peck on the cheek.

Goodnight dear, her Mum replied, see you in the morning.

As she climbed the stairs her Dad passed her, goodnight love he pecked her on the cheek, be a good girl for Uncle Joey, he chided.

Oh Dad you know I will, have a good time  and se you in the morning.

 

Morgan went to her room, stopping and listening by the bathroom door, she heard Uncle Joey singing and the water running from the shower.

Just after she got to her room, she heard Uncle Joey walk past her bedroom door, Very soon she heard her Mum and Dad call out to her saying they were of, Uncle Joey called out he would only be about 30 minutes or so.

Morgan quickly jumped into the shower and was soon fresh and dry, towelling her body, she noticed that she had goose bumps all over her young body, and her stomach was fluttering.

 

She heard the car pulling into the driveway; quickly she pulled on her white bathrobe. Trembling with anticipation, she lay in her bed waiting for her Uncle Joey to come to her room.

 

The door to her room swung open and Uncle Joey came into the room, he was swinging his arms like an ape. Morgan screamed and laughed so loud;

Where is my pretty he called out in a sing song voice?

Morgan giggled and trembled as he came up to the bed and grabbed her sides tickling her.

To an outsider, they would think she was being murdered.

As he waddled over to her bed, she saw his cock swinging towards her.

She felt the wetness between her legs; she was looking forward to feeling it in her small hands.

 

Oh Uncle Joey, Morgan exclaimed you are so silly.

Call me Joey, I think it is better for us both, and when I am finished with you, you will feel more like a women, Joey said?

Now would you like to play with Freddie? Joey asked her pointing at his cock which was now growing rapidly.

 

Morgan's trembling fingers wrapped around the thick cock which was growing in front of her face, can I lick Freddie for you Joey, she said smiling at him.

The name Freddie was her choice she thought it sexier to give it a name like she named her dolls.

Morgan bent her head forward, her tongue touching the tip of Joeys now bulbous 9” throbbing cock, she tasted the droplets of pre-cum dribbling from the bulbous head, it was salty but she liked the taste.

 

Grabbing Morgan's blonde hair he shoved her mouth down onto his thick cock, come on slut suck Freddie he gasped.

Morgan did as she was told, Joey began to fuck her mouth, at the same time he shoved his hands into her wet crotch, his fingers furrowing into her tight virgin cunt, at the same time he was ramming his monster cock into the back of her throat.

Morgan gagged and bit down on Joeys cock, then sucked his monster harder to the roof of her mouth.

Joey could not hold it much longer, he gasped as he pulled his throbbing manhood from her mouth, and blasted his cum all over her face.

 

Morgan was in clover, she had got Joey to cum on her, she could feel his fingers pulling her little clitoris, and then she felt her body jerk and snap as her juices poured from her.

Oh Joey that was the best yet, lets do it again please she cajoled.

Morgan we can’t if we get caught I will be in big trouble, and so will you

 

Please Joey, I want you to put Freddie inside my wet cunt, you promised.

If you’re sure that’s what you want to do Morgan, Joey letting his libido take over from his anxiousness, about how young she was.

By now Freddie had grown back to tent pole size, Joey rubbed the head of Freddie against Morgan's slit, and he could feel her juices mix with his pre cum. Spreading her legs wide, he pushed the tip of his cock inside her wet cunt, god she was so tight. Slowly he pushed at her wet cunt, gaining a little more depth, Joey could feel the muscles of her tight virgin sheath contract and hold his now enormous cock.

 

Morgan grimaced, but she pushed herself down onto his turgid cock, again she pushed and felt as if he was tearing her insides out.

Suddenly she felt a wave of pain which almost devoured her whole being, before she could scream, her body started to convulse with a feeling she would never ever forget.

 

It felt as if someone had set off a fireworks display inside her head and body, she felt her juices pour out of her and at he same time, she felt the explosion from Joeys cock inside her with her own juices.

 

Joey pulled away from Morgan; he was already regretting what had happened. Promise me you will not tell anyone what we have done tonight, Please Joey almost shouted.

 

Joey it will be alright, I wanted you to fuck me, and I am as sure as hell not going to tell anybody, because I want to do it with you again and again, Morgan said.

 

 

 

 

Part two follows; let me know what your comments are? Be honest and don’t hold back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His daddy had custody for a month in the summer. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do about his dirty little secret, but every night when I was trying to fall asleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about having him show me his dick, and wondering if I could get him to lick on my cooter. I played the rubbing game under the covers a lot while I thought about that.

The first afternoon at our house, Manny and I were in the den playing Trouble. He snapped the dice bubble and the dice rattled around. He moved his green cone-shaped man along the route on the game board. I was winning and he was getting annoyed. He kept sighing and slammed his pieces around. I had to reposition my pieces every time he knocked them over.

"Stop it.!" I finally said to him under my breath. "I know something bad that you did, and if you don’t knock it off, I’m gonna tell."

He froze. "What’re you talking about?"

I had a mysterious little look on my face as I popped the dice bubble and moved my red cone-shaped man into "home."

"You’re cheating!" he insisted again.

"No, I’m not." I said quietly. "I know what you said to Shirley. And I know that you know what I’m talking about."

He forced the bubble down until it popped, and he moved his pieces.

I guess he wasn’t going to talk about it.

"I know you asked if you could lick her cooter."

He glared at me and pounded the game board. The pieces went flying. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom. He slammed the door.

It had to be true!

I picked up the game pieces and folded the board to put it in the box. I put the box up on the shelf next to the TV.

I went over to the bathroom. I quietly knocked on the door. "Manny, let me in," I said. "I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in." I tried to laugh.

He stayed in the bathroom with the door locked.

"If you let me in, I won’t tell your Mama."

The handle turned and the door swung open.

"So you did say it." I said. He was sitting on the floor in the corner with his hands covering his face. "I almost told Shirley she was wrong. That she had to be lying, that you would never say that, but I wanted to talk to you first."

He didn’t say anything.

"Manny, I wanna talk to you," I said, "but not in here. Don’t stay in here too long, or your daddy’s gonna think something’s up." I turned on my heel and walked out of the bathroom. "I’ll be up in the tree."

I climbed up the apple tree to my favorite reading spot. At the beginning of summer, Manny’s daddy wedged a triangle of plywood up in the tree so I could sit. I found a little nook where I stuck my paperback. I sat there in my hideout and tried to read. Truth was, I couldn’t focus on the page. Manny asked to lick Shirley’s cooter. I had an image in my head of Manny’s face, smeared with the juices of Shirley’s tight hole, and the fluttery ridges of her pussy lips. I thought of Shirley with her head back and her eyes closed as she bucked her hips up and down, making his tongue rub against her harder. Then faster. I wondered if he even knew that he could slide his finger up inside that hole. I wondered if he thought about sticking his dick inside that hole.

My own cooter started feeling funny. I wanted to throw my legs open and look down there and poke my own finger inside. I clamped my legs together. What was I thinking? I imagined Manny’s hair falling in his eyes as he sucked on my bump. I got off my plywood perch and straddled the branch of the apple tree. I liked the ridges of the branch clamped between my legs. I wanted to rock my hips back and forth like Shirley seemed to know how to do and rub against the hardness of the bark. I sat still, afraid to follow my thoughts into these wild places.

"What’d you want to talk about?"

I looked down and Manny was standing at the base of the tree.

"Come on up!" I tossed the rope ladder over the edge so he could climb up.

I moved over on the platform. There was room for both of us. Barely. I sat as close to the branch as I could. My heart was racing. Would I have the guts to say what I wanted to say?

He clamored up and sat down beside me. He’d never come up in the tree before. I’d never invited him. He swung his legs over the edge of the platform.

"This is cool." He looked out and could see into three other backyards besides ours. Sometimes the girl in the third yard came out and suntanned with her top off. I think she was a senior. I wondered what Manny would think if he could watch that.

I sat beside him. I was too chicken. "Well. I don’t really know what I want to talk to you about. I can’t believe you wanted to do that."

"It was a crazy thing to say. I didn’t think she would ever do it."

"Oh."

He stood up and sprung to grab a higher branch. He tried to climb higher in the tree. The branch started bending under his weight. There was a slight cracking sound.

"Watch out!" I said, "You can’t really go up any higher. Well not much."

He landed on the plywood beside me. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well..." I laid awake in the dark of night and imagined this moment. Now I couldn’t imagine telling him my crazy thoughts. I didn’t have the nerve.

"I...I...I can’t really get the thought of it out of my head." I finally told him. "Not since I heard about it. You know what I mean?"

He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"I kinda lay in bed at night, and...I just keep thinking about it." I stared at the page of my book, but I wasn’t seeing a word on the page. I couldn’t remember what the story was even about.

"So what’s that s’posed to mean?" he said. "What’s that have to do with me?"

"Well Manny, I was kinda thinking that we could have a deal. I mean, if you’re thinking about things like that, and I’m thinking about things like that...."

He turned to face me for the first time and I didn’t know how to read the look on his face. He stepped off the platform to the first rung of the ladder. He jumped down to the ground and ran off.

I didn’t know what to think. That wasn’t how I wanted our little talk to go. Was he going to tell his dad? I felt kind of cold, wondering what I would do if my mother found out what I said to him. I thought about what it would be like to spend the rest of the summer grounded in my room.

Oh, but he didn’t have any room to tattle. What I said to him wasn’t even close to being as dirty as what he said to Shirley. Or was it?

I sat in the tree and pretended to read my book. I was glad no one had X-ray eyes and could see the dirty thoughts that I was having. I covered my face with my hands and just lay back against the branch. What was going on with me?

 

Mama stepped out the back door at dinnertime and hollered for me to come into the house. I sat at the table and stared at my plate. Manny sat across from me. We didn’t look at each other. I passed my plate to Mama who spooned some mashed potatoes and gravy on it. It was all I could do pretend to eat. I mixed peas in the mashed potatoes and hoped no one would notice.

Manny didn’t say much either.

Mama and Manny’s dad didn’t notice. I guess they were mad at each other. Mama said that was never a bad thing. She said that she and Manny’s dad were still getting used to each other, and they were trying to work out "parameters." I didn’t know what that meant, but from what I could tell, it happened after Mama got mad at something Manny’s daddy said.

After dinner, I went to my room and no one bothered me.

I wondered if Manny and I were trying to work out "parameters."

It was three days before Manny and I found ourselves alone together. He still didn’t want to talk to me and I was trying to act like I didn’t notice. Pretend it didn’t happen and it will all go away.

Then we were sitting together in the back of the PT Cruiser and Mama got out of the car to mail something in the post office. She told us to wait in the car.

"So what did you want to do?" He spoke so quietly I wasn’t sure I’d heard him.

I looked at him. His head was down and I fought the urge to tell him that he needed to cut his hair.

I wanna see your dick!

"I don’t know," I admitted.

Chicken! What a chicken!

Then he spoke. "Let’s go up in the tree and play truth or dare. I think they’re going to a movie tonight."

One of the new things was that we were both thirteen and could be trusted to stay home alone.

I started picking at a spot on my jeans where the fabric was fraying. Pretty soon there was a tiny, little hole. For the first time in three days, I broke into a smile.

 

That evening, Manny swung up into the tree beside me. He was wearing purple shorts and a yellow Lakers’ jersey. I had been thinking of questions and things to dare him with for the whole afternoon. He just got done shooting hoop and his hair was sticking to the side of his face. Now that he was up here in my tree, I felt chicken again. What was I going to do?

"Shirley’s here," he said. "I guess your mom invited her to spend the night. So it’s not going to work out."

I nodded.

Then suddenly, he reached out and grabbed me and kissed my face. Well it was kind of a kiss. It was wet, and he missed my mouth. A hard peck on the side of my face.

Then he scrambled down off the ladder and disappeared.

I wiped the slobber off my face and looked at the glisten on my hand until it disappeared.

Then I ran into the house to find my friend.

 

After our parents left for the movie, Shirley and I were in the den watching MaryKate and Ashley. Manny came into the room.

"I heard you were talking about me." Manny looked Shirley straight in the eye.

Shirley pulled a blanket over her lap and started giggling.

I stared at the TV.

Manny came over and perched on the edge of the couch. Right next to me. We sat there for awhile. Nobody said a word. I had no idea the movie was over until the credits started rolling.

"Let’s go to Jennie’s room." Shirley said. "We can play Trouble."

"I’ll get you into trouble..." Manny teased.

Shirley giggled and ran down the hall ahead of him. I went into the kitchen to make a bag of popcorn. I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. What if Manny wanted to mess around with Shirley and they made me hang out in my room? The microwave pinged. I took the steaming bag down the hall to my room.

"So...what you wanna do?" Manny asked.

"Play Trouble?" Shirley suggested.

Manny grabbed at her and pulled her to him on the bed.

"Save me, Jennie!" she yelped in a goofy voice.

I tumbled on the bed beside them. What if Manny really liked Shirley and didn’t want anything to do with me? Then I remembered the weird little kiss up in the apple tree.

Shirley was all giddy. She started to sing a nursery school song. "There’s three in the bed and the little one said, ‘I’m crowded. Roll over!’" and she screamed and rolled off the bed. Manny laughed and rolled off the bed, almost falling on top of her. I rolled and landed in the middle of a pile of their arms and legs. Shirley hugged me.

I kissed her on the lips.

She kissed me back. Then suddenly it was weird. She was kissing me too close, too intimately. It was like watching a kiss in the movies. Or like she was trying to make it look like they kissed in the movies..

"Ew! Gross!" Manny shouted and jumped away from us. "Two little lovers sitting in the tree...K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

I pulled away awkwardly. I felt rumpled. Manny kissed me in the tree. Did that make him my lover? I pushed the hair out of my face.

"Manny wants to play Truth or Dare." I told Shirley.

"Kewl!" Shirley hopped up on the corner of the bed. "Who wants to go first?"

"I’ll go first." Manny said.

"Truth or Dare?" Shirley challenged.

"Truth," he said.

"Chicken..." she taunted.

"Oh I have a question." I piped up. I already knew the answer, but I wanted to ask it anyway.

"Go ahead," Manny said.

"Did you really tell Shirley that you wanted to lick her cooter?"

Shirley shrieked and covered her face with her hands.

Manny looked right at me, more bold than usual. "Yes," he said.

"Now it’s your turn."

We took turns, each of us picking Truth for the first few rounds. The rounds of Truth lasted almost until the popcorn was gone. I had to admit that I had stole Manny’s bike one time when it was missing. I did return it later, but at the time I wouldn’t tell him where it was.

Shirley told us that she thought about kissing her teacher last year in school.

Manny said his most embarrassing moment was when his mother caught him one time naked in the bathroom. He had such a strange look on his face when he said this that I wondered if there was more to the story, but couldn’t imagine what it could be. He must’ve been taking a dump or something.

Shirley was the first to pick Dare, and when she did, Manny smirked.

"I dare you to take off your shirt," he said.

Shirley stood directly in front of him and unbuttoned her white blouse. There was a white girl’s undershirt underneath, and I didn’t think she would take that off, but she pulled it off over her head. She gave him a good look at her little pink rosebud nipples, then she clapped her hands over her chest.

"Once you take something off, you can’t put it back on," Manny said when she started to pick up her shirt.

"That’s not fair," Shirley complained, "you can’t add rules after the game’s started."

"I never played this game before." Manny said. "I didn’t know what rules we needed. But don’t you think that’s a good rule." He winked at me.

"I think it’s fair." I agreed.

When Shirley finally took her hands away, I noticed that Shirley’s boobies were really starting to grow. She’d been thirteen for a couple months. Her nipples made the tips, like Hershey’s kisses, poking away from her chest with white meaty tissue underneath. They looked like capital A’s.

When I picked Dare, Shirley told me I needed to take off my shirt, too. I did it slowly. I didn’t know if I could. Then once my shirt was off, Manny said I had to rub my nipples against Shirley’s.

I looked at him. "You must be outta your mind."

"Go ahead. You have to do it... You picked Dare."

"That’s not fair." I insisted. "Shirley only had to do one thing."

"I think it’s fair." Shirley said, standing in front of me. "Don’t get too rough, though. They’re tender." I leaned forward and pressed my flat little titties against her bumpy chest. She grinded against me, and I felt a funny feeling. Like sparklers again. Down between my legs.

It felt silly to just sit there afterwards with my boobies poking out.

 

Then it was Manny’s turn. He said Dare. Shirley grinned at me. I knew she had some wild idea. I couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

"You need to show us your dick." She said to him.

I started to laugh. I couldn’t help it.

"My dick?" Manny said. "You girls wanna see my dick?"

Then before we could insist, or say otherwise, he pulled a slim, perky penis out over the elastic waistband of his shorts. He mooshed it up above his balls so it pointed right at us like a little cannon. The tip of it had some kind of a mark on it, and all I could think was that somehow it was smiling.

I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.

Then he whipped it back into his pants and it disappeared.

I blushed and looked down at my lap. It didn’t look big and thick. It didn’t look like it would hurt. It looked funny! That? That was what I’d been worried about?

I don’t think he liked that we were laughing. I guess he thought that when he flashed it out, the two of us were going to stand at attention.

It was more of a nervous laughter. I wasn’t really laughing at it.

Yes I was!

I couldn’t help myself. It looked hysterical. So this was what all the fuss was about!

He was fuming.

"Hey!" Shirley insisted. "That’s not enough! You have to take your pants all the way off." .

"No, you said I had to show it to you. I did."

"He’s right." I told Shirley.

It looked so weird. Like nothing that would occur on a regular body.

I wanted to see it again. But I wasn’t sure I could stand seeing it again.

I looked at Manny. He was pissed.

It was Shirley’s turn, and sure enough, Manny dared her to take off her pants. She stepped out of her shorts and kicked them across the room. She pulled down her panties and twirled them around on her finger while she pranced around in front of us. I started laughing.

Then before she did anything else, she pointed at each of her titties: "Milk, Milk..." then at her cooter, "Lemonade..." Then Shirley spun around and bent over, showing us her round bottom. "Around the corner, Fudge is made!" And she poked her finger right at her little puckered asshole.

I thought I was going to laugh so hard I was going to pee my pants.

I glanced at Manny because he quickly moved his hand to his lap and pinched at his shorts. He was poking at his dick, or moving it around. What was that about?

Then it was my turn. I stopped laughing. I was sure I wasn’t going to be able to take off my pants and show Manny my cooter. If that was the Dare.

"Shit!" Manny said, racing around the bed and dashing out of the room. "I’m outta here!"

"What?" I said, looking at Shirley. "What happened?"

"Yikes!" She was shrieking and diving under the covers. "The garage door just opened. Your parents are home!"

I grabbed her clothes and tossed them in the corner against the wall. "Where’s your pajamas?" I asked, turning off the light and sliding into bed next to her.

"I didn’t bring any. I forgot."

"Shirley, you’re crazy."

"I know. That’s why you like having me around."

 

She stayed naked with me underneath the covers and I could think of nothing else. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep. Not with her naked. Not with her right next to me.

She poked me in the arm. "Jennie."

"What?"

"What did you think of his dick?"

I started to laugh. "It was funny. I didn’t think it would look like that."

"I know." She giggled.

"Truth or dare?" she asked. She took my hand and pressed it against her cooter. I started petting the silky skin.

"Dare." I whispered.

I wanted to play the rubbing game so bad. I hoped that’s what she was going to have me do.

I wanted to lay on top of her and grind my cooter against hers, just the way we’d rubbed our titties. I wanted to feel my way between the fold of skin between her legs and swirl my finger around her little bump.

She was naked in my bed and I wanted to feel her boobies again. I wanted to pet them with my hands and put those Hershey Kisses nipples into my mouth and pretend to suck her like a baby.

I wanted to feel her hole and snake my finger around inside of it.

I wanted to rub her pussy until she thought she was going to pee.

Then she slid her hand inside the elastic of my panties. "I dare you to let me lick your cooter." she whispered.

"Omigod!"

She wanted to put her face under the covers! She wanted to make those slimy, nasty juices inside my crack. She wanted to feel the smear of my pussy against my face. She wanted to poke her dainty finger inside my hole. She wanted to feel the thrust my little bump up against her tongue.

I opened my legs. I couldn’t wait.

Shirley crawled between my legs and started tasting me, rubbing her finger on my cooter, then sticking it in her mouth. Next she put her mouth up close to that little bump and she started licking it. Eventually she peeled the lips apart, and started going at it. "It tastes good , Jennie, really good!"

Oh my goodness. It FELT amazing. I put my head back and I pushed my pelvis forward, and opened my legs a little wider. "Shirl," I said, "Put your finger inside?"

She quickly pushed her finger against my tight little hole. It brushed against all the nerves there, and felt oh so intense. "Wet it, wet it, wet it," I begged.

She licked at the opening of my pussy until it was wet and sloppy.

"Now," I said, "now put it inside."

Shirley poked her finger inside. I was surprised it slid in pretty well. It felt bizarre to have anything inside me there, and I immediately felt magnified. Like that was the only part of my body that I could feel at this moment in time. Shirley wriggled her finger around a little, and I almost sat up. "Oh my god." I said.

"Does that feel good?" Shirley said.

"Yes it feels so good."

"Well there’s that hymen thing there. I can feel it against my finger. Do you want me to break it?"

"Not yet." I said. "Just leave it there. But can you play around the outside of the hole? Just swirl your finger there, and ... and keep rubbing that little bump."

Shirley was so great at following my directions. She varied her pressure, sometimes circling hard, sometimes poking her finger inside, and stroking that piece of skin she called the hymen. Then she would trace it almost without touching me, and I thrust my hips forward, "please, please, just rub on it."

What she was doing, and I don’t know if she had any idea how amazing it felt, was to make me feel a feeling like sparklers inside my pussy. There was almost a buzzing feeling, then when she backed off, barely touched my skin I could feel a mounting expectation and excitement, so when she put her mouth on me again, I was about to go crazy. She put her mouth against my bump, I think she called it a clit, and she started lapping at it. I started squirming. Underneath her chin, she had her right hand flipping from left to right across the opening of my hole. She kept flicking her tiny tongue against my clit, then spreading away from it after a bit to lap big tongue strokes around the folds, even up on my pussy lips where the slight pussy hairs were starting to grow.

I was trying to lie quiet and still, but I felt like yelling, it was such a thrill. My mom’s room was down the hall, on the other side of the bathroom, and I didn’t want her to hear anything. She would come down the hall to find out what we were doing.

Shirley went back to work on my clit. I moved my hands down to hold my pussy lips open so she could suck it directly. I pushed my forefinger under her mouth against my clit. It was swollen. It felt different than it ever had before. And even though there was a lot of wetness, it wasn’t Shirley’s saliva. It was something coming out of me! It was slippery and thick, a lot different than pee. She put her thumb on my clit again and rubbed it hard. It was almost too hard, and I tried pulling back from her hand--well as much as I could, given that I was lying flat on the bed and she was pushing down on my clit, directly on top of me. I started squirming, but she kept rubbing. She closed her hand and used her knuckles to rub, rub, rub across that bump.

Then something happened. That sparkler feeling, that warm and bubbly feeling which was building and building...it suddenly rose up and I felt like I was going to have to pee. "Oh my god. Oh my god! Oh my god" I kept saying over and over.

I didn’t pee. Under Shirley’s hand, I experienced a different kind of release. What she was doing to me was absolutely divine. The building feeling got bigger and bigger until I just felt like full blown fireworks were exploding from inside. I started making a squeaking sound. I couldn’t help it.

"You’re coming, Baby, you’re coming...." Shirley said, still moving her hand, but not so intently. "Just go with it."

My first climax ripped through me. I could feel muscles involuntarily clenching, all around my pussy and it was like electricity was flying up and down my back. I arched my back and clenched my hands into fists. I felt like crying, it was such a great release. "Oh my god," was all I could say. My legs were quivering.

"You like that?" Shirley asked.

"Oh my god, Shirley. I never did that before."

She giggled. "I can tell." She smoothed my hair away from my face and gave me a kiss. I kissed her back, over and over. I loved her so much for showing me this. I couldn’t believe my best friend wasn’t afraid to touch my pussy and show me how to rub it. She kissed me and put her tongue in my mouth.

"Oooh stop it!" I whispered, as loud as I dared. "That’s gross!"

"You think you can do that to me?" Shirley asked me after a little while.

"Okay," I said, "I’ll give it a shot."

And I scrambled between her legs. I couldn’t wait to lick her cooter. I couldn’t wait.

I imagined my naked body standing in a mirror, with one of those little penises hanging between my legs. If that happened, I’d feel like an alien. I started to snicker again.

I couldn’t believe what a lightweight I was. I couldn’t say those words. I didn’t know what to say.

by Fyre

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I’d started driving over the road around the time we met. She encouraged me because the money was good and there was plenty of work, but neither of us liked the fact that I was away for weeks at a time. While I was on the road, the cell phone bill was out of control. Sid tried for a promotion at her job then got furious when she realized how dead end her job had become. I felt frustrated because I couldn’t be home to lend more support as she went through a tough transition of realizing she wouldn’t get the position because she was a woman. She worked in a family-owned business where the good ole boys’ club was alive and well. She realized she was at the point where it was fight or flight from the company.

"You want to be with me, right?"

"Of course."

"Then go to truck school. You can drive truck with me."

"Me?" She was five foot four, with dark hair and eyes, and frankly had never thought about driving as a part of any job, let alone pursuing professional driving as a living.

"Tell you what. You have some time coming from work. Take a couple days and I’ll take you out on the road with me to see how you like it. There’s lots of women drivers. You’ll see."

"I’ll think about it." Sidney said. Her brain was going fifty miles a minute. She was good about considering new ideas.

The next time I pulled my rig home, she made the arrangements and had her suitcase packed. We had some crazy sex at home, slept a bit, then in the afternoon, she moved her things into my truck. It was crowded, but we squeezed her in. I had a bed, a refrigerator, a small VCR/television. Now I had a potential co-driver. Things were looking up.

I was on a load where I needed to pull 43,000 lbs. across seven states. I’d started with plenty of hours to do it, but stopping at home to sleep, and the extra time for send-you-through-the-roof fucking had put me a little behind schedule. I did a quick walk around the truck and settled in, ready to drive 600 miles before parking for the night. Sid sat in the jump seat (trucker name for the passenger seat), kept the conversation lively, changed the music, and eventually looked like she wanted to chill out.

"You can go back to the sleeper berth," I told her. It was late, but I still had a hundred miles to drive.

"Okay," she said. I could tell she was still cranked up from the hours of fucking we’d done earlier. She was in that peaceful, but thrilled state she got to. "How many hours you got left?" she asked.

"Maybe two."

"Okay, I’ll go lie down, but I don’t think I’m going to go to sleep." She kissed me on the cheek.

Okay! I thought. She was up to something. She shuffled through my video collection and popped a tape into the VCR.

"I’m gonna watch one of your movies while you finish."

"What you gonna watch?" I started to ask, but I didn’t need the answer. I could tell as soon as the tape got rolling. She had one of my sex videos. It quickly elapsed into a scene where two women were sucking each other’s tits and pussies. Sidney stripped down to her black bra and thong and laid over the covers on the twin-sized mattress. She pressed the remote control so the gasps and sighs from the girls in the movies took over the truck.

"You like this part?" I called over the roar of the engine.

"Yes I do," she called. "I’d love to have one of these beautiful girls sucking on my tit right now." She giggled. "Especially since you’re all busy driving."

I kept looking at the road, but every time I turned my head to check my driver’s side mirror, I could see glimpses of tongue and pussy going at it in the video.

"Don’t mind me," Sidney called playfully from the back, "but I’m going to start jamming on my pussy while I watch this."

I liked to jack off while I watched the movies, but I’d had no idea that Sidney would like watching them, nor that she’d want to jack off while she watched. I kept listening to the sounds of women stroking, the actresses’ voices telling the camera man what hot, horny sluts they both were. I drove, the thought of my Sidney back there stroking her own shaved pussy and I could easily imagine the catch of her voice as she started to play on all her special spots, the look in her eyes as she rubbed her clit over and over. She liked to spread her legs real wide while she played, and I loved watching her! I glanced back over my shoulder. Sure enough, she had her legs wide open and I could see her hand stroke, stroke, stroking it along with the gals on the movie. My dick was getting harder and harder. I had to adjust my jeans to get it to slide down by my leg.

"You want some of this?" she asked.

"Of course I want some of that," I said, "but somebody’s got to drive this truck."

"Of course I want you to drive the truck," she quipped back, "but somebody’s got to take care of this pussy."

This was torture. I glanced back at her all spread out on the bed. She pulled a vibrator out of her bag. It was shaped like a big black dick. I got it for her when I first headed out on the road and told her not to get too used to it. I had my own big cock that I liked sinking into her slick pussy. I shifted the mirror on my visor to try to see if I could line her up. We were on a hilly, quiet part of Interstate 5 where the speed limit was only 55 and the road was relatively straight.

Sid saw I was watching, and she started hamming it up. She grabbed a plastic bottle out of her suitcase and squeezed lubricant all over the dildo. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and started sliding that thick vibrator in and out of her body. She gasped and sighed. I watched her, then my dick thickened some more and I unzipped my pants to move things around. My cock burst out of the confinement and curled up towards my belly.

"Whatcha doin’?" she asked coyly, knowing perfectly well what she was doing to me.

"I’m trying to give myself a little room up here. Not all of us have enough space to spread our legs out all wide like that."

"Like this?" She stood up, naked, and stepped to the front of the truck. She sat down in the jump seat again, and sprawled out, the plastic dick easing in and out of her body. She threw one of her feet up over the dashboard and the left foot back on the bed behind my seat. She spread her pussy wide open and started buzzing at her clit with the vibrator. The volume was down a bit on the television, but I could hear that the movie had gotten to the part where a black stud with twelve solid inches had come to rescue the pair of women in need of a good fuck. Sidney turned her head to watch the scene. He had both girls lying face down, one girl on top of the other, both asses in his face. He would plunge into one girl, then the other, smashing his meat into each hole until each girl’s sighs accelerated, then he would pull out and slide into the other woman’s cunt.

"Oh I really like this part," she teased. "You know where I could find a nice hung boy like him to take care of this little ole pussy?"

"Yah, I’ve got one right here."

"I see that," she said, rubbing hard on her clit which poked out from the folds of her slick vulva like a pencil eraser. She rubbed it very deliberately, watching my face. "But you’re driving. I can’t let you get too distracted from the road."

Shit. I was driving, and I was distracted, but I was still keeping it on the road. "Damn it, Woman, I can drive this truck. Come suck my cock."

Sidney giggled. She loved to give head, and I knew she would eventually, but she wanted to have her fun. "Maybe I will and maybe I won’t."

I looked in my side mirror. "There’s a Peterbilt about to pass me. You gonna cover yourself up?"

"Nope." She sat on the edge of the seat, the glow from the television lighting up the cab. She watched the dildo sink in and out of her body. She wasn’t really getting off on what she was doing with the dildo, but I could tell she was getting off on what she was doing to me. As the truck passed, she waved at the driver. I couldn’t tell if he noticed that she was naked or not. Hell, how could he not? Her tits were all over the place, and her hands were all over her pussy.

"Geez, Woman. What are you trying to do? Get me arrested?

"Like he would ever turn this in. He’s in there wishing he had some hot chick in the cab of his truck stroking on her pussy. Give me a break."

She had a point.

"What do you think I can do with that gear shift?" She stood up and sidled up to the gear shift and situated the vibrating head of it right up against her clitoris.

I was climbing a hill. "Hey watch out, now," I told her, "I might need to downshift. My load’s pretty heavy."

"I’ll bet you’ve got a nice heavy load," she said, giggling, grinding her pussy even harder against the triangular knob on the gearshift. I laughed. That’s one way to grind the gears! I moved my hand between her thighs and shifted to neutral, revved the engine and put it into ninth.

"Hey," she said, "I got something going here. Don’t you dare shift."

"I can take care of that. Bend forward."

She leaned down on the dash board, legs parted and I had the sweet view of her wet slit, her swollen clit, and some pussy that never seemed to get enough strokin’. I kept my foot on the throttle, pressed flat to the floor, not wanting to lose momentum and having to break my concentration to shift into eighth. I kept my hand busy, working the knuckles hard against her soft crevices. She started moaning, backing against my hand.

I started stroking her soft folds of her labia with the backs of my knuckles. She was charged up by now, and she squatted and raked her clit up and down with short, swift strokes. Every woman has her own sounds, and she panted and sighed in soft, quick bursts. Oh this woman was something else!

My truck was slowing down, but I was catching up to that Peterbilt. He was chugging up the hill even slower than I was. He was hauling a crane, so his load was probably over the legal weight. I edged into the left lane so that I wouldn’t get bogged down behind him. I had to stop diddling Sidney a second to downshift.

Sid picked up the dildo and started fucking herself with it. She was standing on the floor by the gearshift and leaning over the jump seat, her face down and her ass up. I was getting a perfect view of the action. My truck was almost nose to nose with the Peterbilt. He looked over to give me the friendly wave that drivers give to each other when they pass, and his eyes just about bugged out of his head. There I was, driving uphill, my girl fucking with a dildo, her ass up in the air, and she was really into it.

The Peterbilt driver motioned to his CB radio. I cranked up the volume, and pushed the lever on the microphone. Sidney wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing, and I didn’t know if I wanted her to know. I was broadcasting her fuck noises all over the airwaves. While I had the microphone clicked, the other drivers couldn’t talk over me and interrupt her session, but they could all hear what she was doing. The Peterbilt flashed me into the right lane in front of him and I knew he was glued to his speakers, listening to her cries. She kept jamming the dildo in and out.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh baby! Fuck me fuck me FUCK me!" She sounded way hotter than the girls in the movie she’d been watching. Even that was making plenty of noise in the background. One of those girls was hollering, "Give me that huge dick. Give it to me now!"

I heard an enthusiastic listener honk his airhorn from the oncoming traffic. I don’t think Sidney noticed. She was self-absorbed, bouncing and bobbing against the dildo. My own dick sprang out with a mind of its own. Oh, I wanted to jack off! I could feel the blood pounding into the head. It didn’t care that we’d had quite a strenuous session earlier in the day.

The girl in the movie was winding up to cum. Her sounds were merging with Sid’s. "Go Baby, Go," the second woman in the movie was urging, as the black stud fucked her balls deep. Her voice was climbing in octaves as he kept drilling away. It sounded fabulous. Then Sid was going to cum. Her moans were getting more primal and louder. She aimed the dildo so it would be sure to hit against her G-spot. She was really pounding it home. "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn, Oh MY GOD!" Sidney screamed. Her cunt muscles clenched on the dildo and ultimately pushed it out. It clattered on the floor near the gear shift.

I turned off the microphone and clipped it back before she noticed that I was using the CB.

"Driver, whatcha got going on in there?" The CB radio squawked.

"Was that what I think it was? OOOOOooooo-eeee! Someone’s having a little fun!" said a second listener in a Southern accent.

Sidney froze. "What was that?" She moved to sit in the jump seat.

"A couple other drivers. Looks like you got yourself a fan club. These trucks have been passing me and getting an eyeful."

That, and I blasted your fuck sounds all over the air wave. But that was going to be my little secret.

I was over the crest of the mountain and now was braking to keep from flying down the other side. I had to put my hands on the wheel, because there were some turns coming up. The Peterbilt gained speed and scooted into the lane to pass. He pulled up alongside my truck and tipped his hat.

Sidney waved, looking a little fishy. He was getting a nice shot of her perky little boobs. She didn’t have a clue why everyone was so interested.

"Ooh!" she said, after he passed, "look at you. Somebody’d better take care of that." She knelt beside my seat and bent down over my throbbing organ. She started sucking the head and massaging my balls. I adjusted the seat height and the steering wheel so she would have enough room for her head.

I had truck drivers slowing down to gawk at her blowing me inside my cab.

I was thinking she might be just right for this career.

 

ed in my ear and kissed my earlobe.

 

Part III

Tom eased back and his long thick cock slid out of my ass; he slid my panties back into place, pulled my skirt back down, and patted my ass.

"Well done Sis," he laughed.

"I really need to empty the old ball sack, and your ass was just the place to do it. Now cook my fucking breakfast bitch!" he scolded; any form of tenderness gone from his voice.

I sheepishly turned back to my chores as I felt my brother's semen oozing from ass and mix with my own semen pooled in the crotch of my nylon panties as it start to cool off and congeal.

"Tom, can I please change my underwear?" I asked, using a pleading, subordinate tone.

"I don't think so Mike, I mean Michele. When you have served my breakfast we might go back upstairs to where you keep your girly clothes and pick out something more suitable for company; but for now you'll do fine as you are" Tom answered.

'Company, Oh my God, what is my brother thinking of getting up to next,' I thought to myself.

I decided to shut up and get on with Tom's breakfast. As I laid the plate before him, Tom slid his hand up my sheer stockinged leg and stoked my thigh. I didn't move, I decided to let Tom have everything his way for now; after all he held all the aces.

Tom continued to play with my stocking tops as shovelled food into his mouth with his other hand. Then his hand slid up to my soaked panties.

"Oh fuck Sis, you're sopping wet. I must have come a torrent in your ass, and you're soaked in the front too," he laughed as his hand slid around and stroked my cock through the nylon panty.

"Well I'm glad that you liked that I gave you a 'reach around' but for fuck sake all that come in your knickers is disgusting!" Tom laughed evilly and then removed his hand and wiped it on the front of my black miniskirt.

"You fucking arsehole!" I yelled and made to slap his face.

Tom was too quick for me and grabbed my hand in mid air as he stood up and pushed me back hard. I tottered back on my high heels and fell flat on my ass on the kitchen floor, winded. I must of looked a sight, my legs spread, skirt rucked up to expose my stocking tops and soaked white nylon panties, and my thick makeup starting to run as I tried to hold back tears.

"You fucking well are a girl Mike!" Tom spat contemptuously.

"Now get your fucking faggot, girly ass into the shower and clean yourself up. And don't think this is over, I've just started having fun. When you've cleaned my 'man fat' from your ass and made up your slutty face for me again, I'll help you pick out the wardrobe for this afternoon's entertainment. Now fuck off and let me finish my breakfast you freak!" my Brother said, dismissing me from the room.

I skittered up onto my heels and slunk off to the shower. I had never felt so humiliated. Even the raping I had received from the street gang last night had some semblance of respect and tenderness. My Brother Tom was treating me like a two-dollar whore this morning!

I removed my come stained panties, garters, stockings and skirt then gathered up the soiled clothing from last night's 'adventures' and put them in the washer while I showered. I spent at least half an hour washing myself and gave myself a quick enema to clean out my brother's come from inside me. I vaguely heard the phone ringing and Tom answering during this period, but paid scant attention.

After three-quarters of an hour I retrieved my now clean clothes from the washer and placed them in the dryer. I felt refreshed enough to go to my room and get dressed. As I entered Tom was sitting on the bed surrounded by a selection of my girl clothes he had obviously taken from my secret hiding place at the back of the wardrobe.

Tom had laid out my red Lycra miniskirt, a black sheer blouse, black nylon panties and matching bra, and a pair of my sheerest black seamed nylon stockings. On the floor were my high heeled, patent leather, open toe, sandals. My blonde wig was sitting on the dresser amongst the makeup scattered there from this morning.

"Get dressed, Sis," Tom ordered.

"And put on lots of that slutty makeup you wear, just like last night. And…fucking get a move on; we've got company coming."

"What are you on about Tom?"

"Who have we got coming?" I sounded alarmed.

Tom grabbed me and threw me on the bed.

"Just do what you're told 'big Sister', unless of course you want our family and the whole neighbourhood to know about you perversion!" Tom yelled into my face. He stormed out the room and left me to dress.

I knew I had no choice but to comply as I plied on my makeup, making my self look like a cheap whore with heavily mascaraed eyes, ruby red lips, and rouged cheeks. I fitted the wig, slid into the bra and panty set, pulled my matching black garter belt over my panties and squeezed into the tight red mini. I eased the slinky nylon blouse over my shoulders and bent down to glide the diaphanous, black nylons up my legs and attached them to the garters. I buckled the high heels and bent down to straighten the seams of my stockings.

As I was I stood up and turned my back to the mirror to check my stocking seams were straight, the door had opened silently.

"My fucking oath Tom, she looks even better than last night, I can't wait to get my hands on her!" a voice I remembered from last night exclaimed.

I turned around and saw a jet-black youth that I identified as being the leader of the gang that had forced their way on me last night in the park.

"Well don't wait Tone," by Brother Tom, said matter of factly.

"Help yourself. Tony, this is my Sister Michele; Michele this is Tony. But what the fuck, you two met on a more than personal level last night didn't you. So, no need for formal introductions," he laughed.

"Go for it Tone!"

The black, heavily muscled youth sprang forward and wrapped me in his huge arms. He pulled me forward and I collapsed against him. He looked me in the eyes and then pulled my face towards his.

"Hello Michele," he whispered.

"Remember me?"

Just before his lips crushed mine I tried to scream.

"Nooooooooo!"

But his lips mashed against mine and my scream was stifled. Tony forced his tongue into my mouth and began to rape my mouth. He pulled me hard against him and I felt the growing bulge in his jeans as he kissed me. Tony's right hand released its grip from around me and went to my ass and began squeezing my cheeks through my skirt and panties. He rubbed first one cheek of my ass then the other as he continued to French kiss me.

I tried to struggle, but his grip was too tight and all I succeeded in doing was moving my lower body against him and arousing him further. His cock now felt like an iron bar against me. Tony's hand now reached under my skirt and started to caress my stockinged thighs. I was so breathless I thought I would pass out.

"Oh fuck yes, Michele," Tony whispered as his lips left mine briefly.

"God you are one sexy little girly-boy!"

He then proceeded to kiss me again and steadily force me back towards the bed. I had no control over the situation and as my legs came into contact with the end of my bed I fell backwards with Tony on top of me. He reached under my arms and dragged me up the bed so I was prone underneath him; all the time his lips were locked on mine. The only thing I could think to do was slam my legs shut in protest.

Tony broke the kiss and as I lay there panting he straddled me. He was sweating and breathing hard himself. He tore off his T-shirt and unbuckled his belt; he pushed his jeans down and lifted each leg to shed himself of the garment. He wore no underwear and I caught sight of his huge erect organ. It looked even bigger than the monster he had forced into me last night.

I prayed that this would end soon. Maybe Mom and Dad would come home, maybe Tom would take pity on me, maybe the world would end; what chance did I have?

Tony now lay on top of me, taking his weight on his elbows and began a series of passionate kisses. His hands roamed over my body, stroking and caressing. Eventually one hand reached under my skirt and began to stroke my thighs again. I felt him squirm on top of me and realised what he was doing. Tony was working his cock between my locked, stocking encased thighs. He started a slow steady rhythm as he dry humped my thighs, his cock trapped between them.

I felt him get further excited now and his kisses became even more passionate as his rock hard cock continued its steady fucking motion between my nyloned legs. I made a mistake. I opened my legs slightly to try and thwart his pleasure, and Tony immediately seized the opportunity. He dropped one leg between mine and forced them further apart. He pushed up with his hips and his iron hard cock came into contact with mine through the gauzy nylon of my panties. Tony immediately began dry fucking me through my panties, his hard member pressed against mine, only the thin translucent nylon between them.

I couldn't help myself. My cock began to harden and I started to push up to meet his thrusts. I responded to his kisses, driving my tongue deep into his mouth and mashing my lipsticked lips against his. The feeling of our cocks rubbing together with only the thin nylon panty between them was exquisite. Again I had gone from being the victim of a rape to willing participant, only because of my inability to control my arousal.

I was enjoying the dry fucking so much that I pushed my heels into the bed to force my crotch higher and harder to meet Tony's thrusts. I locked my arms around him and began to groan. I then felt the bed shift as a weight was added just near my head. I turned to the right and opened eyes and saw my brother's engorged member level with my face. I guess it was just instinct, but I opened my mouth and sucked the proffered appendage into my mouth, my lipstick leaving a red trail along the shaft as it slid over my lips.

I began to move my tongue around the throbbing head of Tom's cock, licking under the glands whilst keeping it trapped in my mouth, my lips clamped on the shaft. I heard my brother groan.

"Oh Sis, yeah sweets, that what I wanted."

Tony stopped thrusting against me and I writhed on the bed to indicate my disappointment, but he was only adjusting his position. He put his knees between mine and grabbed my silky, stockinged calves and lifted my legs up and locked them under his arms. I felt his cock prodding against the leg opening of my knickers and then felt it slide inside my panties and rest against my ass bud.

I was now getting exceptionally randy and began a steady long slow blowjob on my brother Tom. I kept his shaft clamped between my lips and moved my head up and down his shaft as my tongue continued to lash his tender glans. My own cock was rock hard and the tip had forced its way out of my panty waistband and was so sensitive, the friction of it rubbing on my skirt was painful. I reached down and pulled up my lycra skirt around my waist, fully exposing my panty clad ass and balls, my glans were now exposed and my cock was pushed flat against my stomach by the waistband of my panties.

Tony started to push forward with his hips, and his penis, lubricated by our 'cock-kissing' session, slid slowly into my ass. I relaxed my inner muscles and allowed him to enter me until his balls rested snugly against my ass cheeks. Tony then lifted my legs higher and placed my high-heeled feet over his shoulders, he was kissing my stocking legs, bending forward and moving his kisses up my legs as his cock started its outstroke.

I clenched my lower muscles tight and my ass gripped his cock as it started a steady in and out rhythm, on the in stroke his body rubbed against my cock adding to my pleasure. I was sucking Tom's cock to the same rhythm, his cock being swallowed deep into my throat as Tony's shaft pumped into my ass.

"Oh fuck Sis, this is just so good! Suck that cock honey!" my brother groaned.

"And take me deep inside you sugar," breathed Tony.

The pace gradually increased as Tony started to fuck me hard. He was no longer gentle, but was pounding his hard, fat cock in and out of me faster and harder, his balls slamming into my panty ass and grinding himself against me at the top of his in stroke. Tom was keeping pace and was now holding my head as he fucked my mouth, I was breathing heavily through my nose trying not to choke when his cock was fully inserted into my mouth, his balls banging against my chin.

And me, the poor little girl being raped? I was enjoying every second! I was sucking and licking my brother's cock, and rising to meet Tony's thrusts as I concentrated on squeezing his cock tight inside me.

The pace was now at a crescendo and both of the boys where groaning as they approached orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck honey I'm gonna' come, I can feel it," groaned Tony.

"Ohhhhhhhh me too!" screamed Tom.

"Take it! Take it! Take it, sugar!" Screamed Tom, as I felt him push forward with a mighty thrust. He buried his face in my nyloned thigh and kissed me there as his cock started to spasm deep in my ass. He was pushing his cock into me as deep as he could, and grinding his balls against my panty ass to increase the sensation of his orgasm. I felt my ass flood with hot semen.

At the same time Tony groaned,

"Here Michele, take my load!" And he too pushed his cock deep inside my mouth down to the back of my throat, his hands forcing my head hard against his crotch. Hot salty sperm started to boil from his throbbing penis and fill my mouth. As much I sucked I couldn't swallow it all and I pulled my head back. Tom pulled his cock from my mouth and rubbed it all over my face as the last of his seed ejaculated over my face. The hot, sticky come was in my eyes, my hair, and all over my cheeks. My makeup was running as semen was smeared all over my face by my Brother's hot, jerking cock.

I felt the last spasms of Tony's orgasm deep in my ass, and my bother's hand squeeze my cock and stroke it in a tight grip. I ejaculated against my belly; I felt the hot come pool there as my dick throbbed in my brother's hand.