he wanted Jeff to teach her about sex and take her virginity and asked him when she came to collect for a school fundraiser.  He insisted that she think about it further, but spent the afternoon teaching her about other joys of sex.  Now he is feeling guilty about that afternoon and about even considering her request.

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She called!  She called!  Kelly called! 

She must have been watching for me to drive into the court, as she has done for so many years, because the phone rang barely five minutes after I arrived.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Jeff?”  I didn’t recognize her voice at first.

“Yes, this is Jeff.  Who is calling?”

“Jeff?” she said again, as if she didn’t hear me.  Then I knew.

“Kelly?  Is that you?”

“Jeff, I’ve thought about it a lot, and I’ve decided.”  There was a long pause.  I didn’t speak, determined not to push her in any way.  “I want to go through with it.”

I didn’t ask what.  Silly word games were out of place here.  “Kelly, are you sure?  This is a big step for a woman, and you can only do it once.”

“I know, Jeff, and I’m ready.  It’s going to happen sometime, and I want it to be you.  I really do.”

“Are you sure it shouldn’t be someone your own age?”  Silence again.
    
“I’m sure.  I want it to be someone who will make love with me and help me enjoy it, not some guy in my class who’ll just want to get it over with and brag about it to his friends.”

Well, there was more of this.  I guess I already felt guilty and wanted to assure myself that this really was her decision.  Her parents were going to be out of town all weekend, and her brother would be at a basketball game in a neighboring town most of Saturday.  We set a time for her to come over.  OK, we made a date on Saturday.  Is that more accurate? 
 
After she hung up the guilt pangs really hit.  How can I be so happy?  What kind of man am I?  She‘s a child, a sixteen-year-old girl, and what I am contemplating is illegal.  It could land me in jail for a long time.  And is this a good thing for her?  Well, she is a very level-headed girl, and she has had a long time to think about it.  It’s what she wants.  Would I want it to happen in a back seat, for her perhaps to become pregnant?

Total gibberish.  When it came right down to it, I had made my decision, too, and the decision was that if that sweet and lovely teenager wanted to offer me her virginity I was going to try my best to make it one of the happiest and most memorable events of her life.  I’m not a total monster.  I bought a package of the best quality condoms and felt very strange doing it, almost as if the clerk who rang up the sale could tell that I was buying them to ravish a lovely teenager.  Guilt is a powerful emotion. 

When my doorbell rang on Saturday, I was nervous.  Nervous!  Nervous because a beautiful teenage girl had come to offer me the opportunity to take her virginity and to teach her the joys of sexual love.  It almost sounds decent when I say it that way.  When I opened the door I just stood and looked at her.  She looked so… so virginal .  She was dressed in summer clothes as she was last time:  summer blouse, no bra, short shorts, and sandals.  But she looked so innocent! 

I did eventually manage to invite her in, and we were both a little shy at first.  I mean, you don’t just tell a girl like that, “OK, I’m ready, let’s go fuck.”  I didn’t.  I took her into my arms, looked into her eyes, and kissed her.  It took a moment, then I heard a sigh and she melted into my body and returned the kiss with far more passion than I had offered it.  It was wonderful.  “Kelly,” I asked, “are you sure?” 

“Jeff, I am sure.  Are you ready?”

I didn’t answer, but put my arm around her waist and guided her up the stairs to the bedroom.  I kissed her again, then looked into her eyes and told her, “Kelly, I want something understood.  If at any time, any time at all , you change your mind and don’t want to continue, just say ‘Stop.’  Say that word, just that way.  As soon as I hear it I will cease whatever I am doing and wait for your instructions.  You are in control.  OK?” 

Suddenly she seemed much older than her 16 years.  “Yes, Jeff, I understand.  But I won’t say it.  I want this every bit as much as you do,” and she glanced down at the tent in my shorts.

I kissed her again as I opened the buttons of her blouse, then sat down on the end of the bed in front of her and began to undress her slowly, as I did last time, kissing and caressing and worshipping each part of her body as it was revealed.  I wanted her at fever pitch for what was going to happen.  I heard her breath catch over and over as her excitement increased.  The hollow of her throat, her ear lobes, her shoulders, the inside of her elbow.  A sensitive place, that, and as I kissed and licked it her eyes closed and she shuddered.  I kissed around each lovely breast, stroking and admiring it, and spent a little time in the hollow between them.  She was becoming quite aroused, breathing quickly, and tried to move her nipples to my lips.  I resisted for a while, licking and kissing very slowly everywhere else, then succumbed, licking each nipple to erection, sucking, nipping a bit, pinching and twisting its partner.  I noticed her begin to squirm.  I spent a long time with her nipples as I caressed the rest of her body.

As the blouse came off I traced that lovely curve that women have, where the waist flares to the hips.  Hers was exquisite, and I kissed all around it and across to her stomach and navel, leaving moist little snail-trails.  I turned her around gently and kissed all over her back, sending shivers and goose-bumps all over her, while I reached around and fondled her breasts.  Working my way down to the luscious globes of her ass, I used my hands freely to pet and titillate every part of her body.  I knew that she was very, very hot now, thoroughly ready for me to “do it”, but she stood patiently and drank in the sensations that I was creating in her body.

Now I lay her across the end of the bed and treated her legs the same, kissing and fondling and stroking.  By this point she was bouncing so hard that I was afraid she would kick me, but I slowly worked my way to the top of her legs, to the goal that we both wanted me to achieve, and still I teased.  Kissing and licking all around the tops of her thighs, I carefully avoided that goal, instead slowly kissing my way beside and around it.  She was now moving frantically and trying desperately to force my lips to her pussy, and finally I allowed her to do it.  I was breathing very heavily now, too, and my cock was painfully hard.   

As my lips and tongue touched her pussy she began to buck wildly against them and emitted a long sigh.  I hardly had to move, but licked up and down and across the lips, pushing my tongue into her sweet vagina, enjoying the juices of this lovely virgin.  Still I avoided her clit, moving my tongue high and low, flicking her pussy lips, touching her asshole, kissing gently, tasting and stimulating her, pushing my tongue into her vagina.  I was in heaven.  The finest wine never taster better.  Her hymen covered only about half of the opening, and I hoped that it would tear easily when the time came.  Finally I moved to her clit.  The instant I touched it she raised high, with a huge gasping breath, and rubbed back and forth against my tongue.  I knew she was cumming and allowed her to enjoy it her way.

As the orgasm subsided I tore off my clothes (yes, I hadn’t even undressed yet) and lay beside her.  “Kelly?” I whispered.  “Are you ready?”  She was still gasping, but nodded her head.  “I want you to sit across me, sweetheart.  I’m going to let you control this.”  I quickly reached for the condom and slipped it on.

She did as I asked, positioning my cock carefully and moving down slowly.  At first her hymen stretched, but then her movement stopped.  “This is where it will hurt a bit, honey.  Do you want to go on?”  Please, please God, don’t let her stop now. 

She was very still for a long moment, as if in deep thought, then she dropped like a rock and emitted a shrill scream that must have been heard a block away.  “Yiiii!”  Then, “Ogodogodogod, Jeff, it hurts a lot.”  She held very still for a minute or more, panting and composing herself.  I could feel her body quivering.   

As her body finally began to relax I pulled her down over me, kissed her deeply, and started to move inside her, gently caressing every part of her body that I could reach.  Her vagina adjusted and she began to feel the pleasure that I had hoped, moving against me and returning my kiss with the enthusiasm that I had come to expect from her.  Soon she was moving hard against me, pushing my cock as deeply into her as possible.  I began to push back, forcing our pubic bones together and stimulating her clit. 

“Ogod, Jeff, don’t stop, please don’t stop.  It feels so wonderful.  Ogod, I didn’t know.  I didn’t know how great it would feel.  That’s it, push.  Make me cum again, Jeff, please.  I know I can.”  Well, there was more of this, with plenty of her wonderfully passionate kisses mixed in.  She was devouring my tongue and I … well, I never knew a girl could taste that good.  I was becoming somewhat delirious myself, very much wanting to cum and even more wanting to give her a first vaginal orgasm. 
 
Her breathing became very fast and shallow (as did mine, for that matter), and suddenly she began to move very quickly against me, six, seven, a dozen, two dozen times; I don’t know.  And just as suddenly she pushed hard against me once more and held it, and I felt her vagina contract and pulsate sharply in a powerful orgasm.  She held her breath, savoring that exquisite feeling, then slumped against me.  I was not far behind, and in a few more strokes I began an equally strong orgasm, deep and powerful and satisfying, spurt after spurt, more than I thought possible at my age.  Heaven could be no better.

And it was over.  It had to end sometime.  We lay there a long time, with her on top of me, still kissing, though the kisses became steadily less passionate and more tender.  I stroked and petted her and finally they became gentle, sweet little kisses, and she laid her head on my shoulder and held me.  I couldn’t see her smile, but I knew it was there, and I caressed her gently as I had earlier. 

“Jeff?” she murmured softly.

“Yes?” I answered.  It was the best I could do.  

“I didn’t know, Jeff.  I didn’t know anything could feel that good.  Anything.”
 
I didn’t answer.

She rolled off slowly and lay close beside me, caressing me now.  “I’ll always remember this.  Every girl I have ever known has said that her first time was awful, that it hurt and the guy didn’t care, and that she felt frustrated and cheapened afterward.  I don’t feel that way.  This was wonderful and passionate and loving.  Especially loving.  I could feel your love all of the time we were doing it.  I feel it now.” 

I turned to her and kissed her again.  It was all I could “say.” 

Eventually we got up, got something to eat, chatted awhile, then made love once more.  It was not so feverish this time, more mellow, with a bit of the flavor of old lovers come together again.  But in many ways this time was more loving, more deeply satisfying.

No, we did not become regular lovers.  That would have been very risky for both of us.  In fact, we never made love again.  She was still 16 and living at home.  We almost  certainly would have been caught at some time, and in any case the risk of pregnancy was too great.  Besides, she was not ready to become sexually active on a regular basis, and did not do so.  We remained good friends, and she continued to visit and talk and sell me things as before, though sometimes the conversations became a bit more intimate than previous ones.  And when she kissed me, it was not on the cheek.  She learned well.               

                  

                   

ot that way at all.

Maybe I need to tell you more about myself. In the first place, I’m not a slut. Really, I’m not. I was a virgin when I seduced my dad and I very seldom do anything sexual on a date. And when I do I make it really clear at the beginning what the limits will be and then see to it that we both have a pleasant experience and that the guy gets a proper sexual release. I’m not a prick-tease. If I get a guy "heated up" I’ll see that he comes. It’s only fair.

Gosh, I’m getting side-tracked here. I’m a high school senior, good student (might graduate with honors), fairly popular, about 5’3", 115 or so, pretty nice tits (33C), maybe a little more butt than I really need (but somehow the guys seem to like that), and a very small waist that makes both of the other measurements seem bigger. I’m not sure I’m pretty, but I believe I’m attractive, and many others seem to agree. Well anyway, I really am a good girl who has principles.

It sorta surprised me when I decided to seduce my dad. Well, you see, here you have to get a little more info about him and me. I am an only child, and my mother died when I was 4 (terminal illness). It was pretty tough on my dad to learn to run a house and take care of a 4-year-old girl, and it was pretty hard for me, too. But he dived into the Mr. Mom scene willingly and gradually I learned how I could make things go more smoothly. Somehow dad never got around to remarrying, probably because he is rather shy and had a tough time meeting ladies. So really, it’s always been just him and me.

Even as a little kid I just loved to go naked. Guess it’s that feeling of uninhibited freedom, with the breeze brushing your skin all over. And of course, there’s nothing sexual about a naked 4-year-old (at least, I don’t think so), so sometimes after my bath or in the morning before I dressed my dad would let me play for a while without clothes, and I did it every time I could. Let me be clear here: my dad is not a pervert, and as far as I know he didn’t get any special kick out of seeing my naked little cunny or anything else. Never any "improper touching", either; when he gave me my bath he simply washed me and dried me off as he should have, and stopped doing that when I was old enough to do it myself. What happened later was all my idea.

That doesn’t mean that I didn’t do any touching, though. As far back as I can remember I liked to play with my "trickle", pull the lips apart and look at it, and especially tickle and rub that sensitive little spot on top. I didn’t know what to call it then, but it really felt great, and of course it was much easier when I was naked (maybe that explains why I didn’t much like clothes). I never put a finger inside til some years later, but I would still play with the little hole and sometimes even put my finger over my pee-hole as I peed and watch it splash around. Guess I was sorta naughty.

I also liked to play with my titties, even though I didn’t really have any. It still felt good to stroke and rub that part of my chest, and of course the nipples were always sensitive. I loved to tickle them with my fingers or the tips of my hair or blow on them and feel them get hard like little pebbles. Then they were really sensitive and it felt awfully good. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I was naughty, but I don’t think Dad ever caught me. At least, I never noticed and he never mentioned it.

As I got older (8 or 9, I think), Dad began to discourage my running around naked. He said it wasn’t a proper thing for a young lady to do, and (surprisingly enough) I pretty much accepted it at the time. Looking back, I suspect that he was beginning to see me as a young woman and just didn’t want to get any "evil" thoughts about me. So I mostly stopped doing that when he was home, though I still loved to do it when he was gone. And I never was all that careful going to my room after a bath. If I remembered the towel, OK; if not, so what?

I hit puberty about the same time as my friends (around 10½ or 11), and of course had all of the strange and frightening new feelings and thoughts that any girl does at that time. I got through it OK, though, and by the time I reached my teens I was a fairly happy and secure girl. I don’t remember that my dad and I ever actually had "the talk", but we could discuss the personal things when we needed to, so I guess it happened in its own way. I did develop some sense of modesty then, though, probably because my new body was so strange to me, and started to be more careful to be dressed when Dad was around.

At some point after puberty I learned to masturbate. The older sister of one of my girl friends had told her how good it felt to put her fingers inside, or even use a candle or the handle of a hairbrush, and she told the rest of us. Amy swore that she had never really tried it, and we were all a bit embarrassed, but I was sorta excited, too, and couldn’t wait to get home and try. It hurt a bit the first time, even with just one small finger, but I learned to get my finger good and wet with spit and work it in slowly. The farther it went, the better it felt, and I was hooked. It wasn’t long at all til I did it frequently, moving the finger (and later more than one finger) in and out and touching my clitoris (yeah, they told us what to call it in sex-ed class) at the same time. And yes, I soon tried candles and hairbrush handles and similar items, and they felt good, too, but my trusty fingers were always my favorite and always available.

OK, so I’m taking a long time to get to the part about my dad, but you need to know me to understand. I have always enjoyed what I learned to call sexual feelings and sensations, and I think that influenced my decision to seduce my dad. Again, he and I got along well and enjoyed sharing our lives together, but that was all. It was only later that I realized that I was ready to lose my virginity and I wanted him to take it.

Not long after I turned fourteen I was at Amy’s house and we were talking about the usual romantic garbage that girls do at that age. Eventually the talk got to how it would feel to lose our virginity and whom we thought we’d want to "do it" with. We suggested all sorts of guys, some that we knew, some really silly (like rock stars or something), and jokingly I told her that her dad was pretty hot, and maybe he should be the one. She seemed really scandalized and I thought I’d offended her, but instead she challenged me: she would do it with her dad if I would do it with mine. Boy, that shocked me! I’d never even considered my dad that way. I made a big joke of it and the talk turned to other things, but the seed was planted, and in the following days I began to look at my dad and wonder. Don’t know whether she ever did it with her dad; it never came up again.

I had been having some pretty erotic thoughts for a long time, and it seemed to me that I had taken masturbation about as far as I could and I was ready for the real thing. I began to fantasize about how it would be with him and to be a little more sexy around him. After a few weeks I realized that I had already made the decision and started making real plans.

The first step, of course, was to get him to accept the idea, and that would be a real challenge. I had to bombard him with sexual stimulation, while making it all seem so innocent. Anytime he was home I was careful to wear clothes that displayed my body without being really obvious. I’d always worn t-shirts with no bra sometimes and began to do that more often, sometimes with a fairly tight shirt. My tits weren’t big, but they were really firm with large nipples and were growing nicely. He couldn’t help noticing.

Same thing with shorts and jeans: often tight enough to show off my ass and legs, but not slutty. He would be turned off by that. And occasionally (but not often) I would leave off the panties so my ass and pussy would be outlined even better for him.

And of course, he began to get more little "accidental" peeks. My favorite was to leave my bedroom door open a crack so that he could see me in the mirror. I could dress very slowly, ponder a choice of panties or bra while standing naked or just turn and admire my body in the mirror, and I knew that he stood and watched quietly. I never actually saw his hardon, but I would bet that he had one.

Showers, too, of course. Great opportunity. Again, leave the door open a little while I brushed teeth or put on makeup (always naked, of course). I did catch him rubbing his cock a few times as I did that. And I could always "accidentally" meet him in the hall on the way to my room wearing nothing but a towel. Well, you get the idea. I was giving him lots of stimulation without forcing him to acknowledge it.

The time came to force the issue, though. I chose a Saturday morning when I knew that neither Dad nor I had any special plans and got up and took a shower. When I finished, I wrapped a towel around me, but I didn’t use one of the big, big things that we ladies normally use. It was a normal size towel, and I knew that it didn’t hide much. In fact, I could see in the mirror that if I covered my tits, my pussy would peek out at the bottom. Just what I wanted.

I went downstairs, and sure enough, Dad was sitting at the kitchen table with coffee and his newspaper. I went over to the fridge and got some juice. As I did that, I let the towel slip a little so that my left nipple was showing. The cool air made it really stand out. I turned around and chatted with Dad about the weather and usual meaningless things and as we talked I could see his eyes alternating between my nipple and the bottom of the towel. I could also see a noticeable bulge in his pajama bottoms. Finally I "noticed" my exposed nipple and said "Sorry, Dad" as I pulled the towel up to cover it. Of course, that did just what I wanted: it exposed at least half of my pussy, right at my dad’s eye level. His eyes got bigger and so did his dick; the head began to peek out from the fly and I could see that he didn’t wear underwear in bed. "Why Dad, you are getting hard!" I exclaimed. "Is that because of me?"

He turned red and covered up as well as he could, then mumbled, "Shannon, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me." He started to get up.

"Dad, please, it’s OK. I know that you like to look at my body, and I’m glad you do. It’s perfectly normal and it makes me feel attractive. I think you are very attractive, too. You don’t need to be shy about this. You’re my only family and I love you. Couldn’t we be open about this? It’s not anyone’s business and certainly won’t hurt anyone. Please? Please, please, pleeeeease?"

He still sat there, so I walked over to him and kissed him gently. Not a sexual kiss, but a lot more lingering than a father/daughter kiss. With that, the head of his dick poked right out of the pajamas, pointed straight at his chin. As I kissed him I held him by the shoulders, and of course the towel dropped right to the floor. "See, Dad, I know you love to look at me and you are welcome to. Can I look at you, too?"

"Sweetheart, we can’t do this," he groaned, looking down. But as I urged him he finally stood up, took off the pajamas very slowly, and sat back down, still embarrassed. His dick was rock-hard, though, and his hand began straying to it occasionally as he looked at me. I knelt down in front of him and looked closely at it, letting my nipples touch his knees. I noticed a drop of clear liquid on the tip and asked him what that was. "It’s pre-cum, darling", he mumbled. "It doesn’t happen every time a man gets a hardon, only when he is really excited."

"So that means that I make you really excited, right Dad?"

"Yes, you do, sweetheart; you are gorgeous and sexy. But this is still wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this."

I ignored that. "Dad, could I touch it, please? It’s so beautiful that I just have to know what it feels like."

Again a long pause, then it seemed that he resigned himself to what was happening. He just nodded. I leaned forward even more, so I was sure that he could feel my breath on his dick. I began to touch and squeeze it gently, here and there and everywhere. God, it felt good! It was smooth and a bit soft on the outside, but very, very firm underneath. I could feel the blood pulsing through it and feel it jerk occasionally when a sexual twinge hit him. He loved it while trying to deny it.

Deciding to be just a bit bolder, I took it into my hand the way he did and began to move the hand up and down very slowly. He seemed about to stop me, but decided against it. It must have felt awfully good. Eventually I dropped all pretense and began masturbating him openly. His eyes closed, his breathing sped up, and his lower body pressed toward me. We both knew that this wasn’t going to stop until he came. And he did, just a few minutes later. It sprayed all over the place, on the floor, on my body and face, and one spurt went directly into my mouth. It surprised me a bit, but the taste was OK (a little slimy, though) so I swallowed it. When he finished, he slumped back into the chair and just looked at me, a "what have I done" look on his face. I stood up so he could see me well, cum spots and all. It was incredibly sexy.

He seemed to feel guilty and happy all at once. "That was wonderful, baby. I just can’t tell you how great that felt," he finally said. I was horny as hell, though, and began sliding a finger up and down my slit, occasionally slipping it into my pussy up to the first knuckle or taking a moment to tease my clitty. Dad watched for a little while, entranced, and began to get hard again. Finally I guess he felt that turnabout is fair play, because he asked, "Would you like me to do that for you, honey?" Well, of course I would! I took my hand away and stepped up to him again. His hand was a little hesitant as he reached to my pussy, but once he touched it I guess everything became automatic. He seemed to know even better than I did what places are the most sensitive and how to touch them.

A kitchen is an awkward place to finger a girl, though, so we moved to the living room. I lay back on the sofa and opened my legs so that my pussy was all his. He lightly touched one spot and massaged another, sliding his finger through my slit and around my pussy and avoiding my clit completely. I began to wonder if he knew what to do with it, but I shouldn’t have worried. As my breathing got faster and my pussy wetter, he finally began to flick my clit lightly, run his finger up and down it, press on it, even squeeze it a bit.

By this time I was becoming quite fragrant and he just couldn’t resist a taste. He moved his head between my legs and began to tickle my cunt with his tongue, slipping it through my slit, flicking my clit, even tongue-fucking me. Once he just plastered his whole mouth on my pussy and gobbled up the juices.

God, I was in heaven and bouncing all over the place. Finally, he slipped first one finger, then another, into my pussy and began moving them in and out, quickly, slowly, sometimes pushing far in and curling them back toward the top, while he massaged my clit with his thumb. I had no idea what he was doing, but it felt good. Eventually, though, he touched a certain spot ‘way inside, and I just about hit the ceiling. I raised straight up, arching toward him and stayed that way the longest time, screaming at the top of my lungs, in the most incredible orgasm of my life. I didn’t know anything could feel that good.

Finally I settled back and collapsed just like he had, totally spent. It took me a long time to come down and I just kept having aftershocks. "Well, I guess we found your ‘G-spot’, honey," he said. I asked him what that was. "It’s a special spot inside a woman where she is extremely sensitive, and touching it almost always triggers a massive orgasm. It’s hard to find, though, and most women and their partners never do." I was glad he did, and I tried hard to remember where it was.

Of course, after fingering me that way and smelling my girl-juices for so long, he was hard again. "Need help with that, Dad?" I asked. He nodded, and I masturbated him again, knowing much better how to do it this time. When he came, I held his dick carefully and spurted it all right into my mouth. Y’know, it’s an acquired taste and I was acquiring it. It was wonderful, and I think Dad was pleased that I did that. After a little more chat we both went upstairs and showered again. I was walking on clouds the rest of the day, and I think he was, too.

I thought that session would open the way for real sex, but it did not turn out that way. He could be convinced to offer me sexual pleasure and accept it himself, but somehow he drew the line at vaginal intercourse. For several months we pleasured each other happily, experimented quite a bit with touching and oral sex, and grew even closer together, but he could not take that final step. With no discussion we gradually adopted a "clothing optional" policy when we were alone at home, and he learned to enjoy those times when the sight of my naked body gave him a hardon. I did, too, and frequently I would take it into my mouth and treat myself to another drink of his tasty cum. He was fair, though, and just as often would lay me back and suck and finger me to another of those crashing orgasms. I could never get enough of those.

My chance came one night during an especially violent thunderstorm. The thunder and lightning were right outside the house and I really was frightened. I went to his room and knocked quietly, but went on in. "Dad, I’m scared," I whispered. "Can I sleep with you tonight? Please?"

"Sure, sweetheart, it’s OK," he said. I climbed in and lay down facing him. He had started sleeping naked after our "clothing optional" rule took effect, and I had slept that way for years. I snuggled up to him and was about to drift off to sleep when I realized that my chance had arrived. My face was close to his and I gently moved closer and kissed him lightly. He carefully didn’t respond, and after a few seconds I kissed him again, more firmly and lingering a bit. He still tried not to respond, but I felt his dick move against my leg. I waited a few seconds more and kissed him again, not hard, but very slowly with a little tongue. Now I ask you, how would any normal man respond if a naked girl presses against him and kisses him? By this time he was almost completely hard and I could hear his breathing speed up. I took a chance and gave him a thoroughly sexual kiss, crushing my mouth to his, sucking hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I pressed close to him, so that I could feel his hardon bumping against my pussy.

He couldn’t stop himself from responding, but finally he pulled away and gasped. "Sweetheart, we can’t do this. Please, we mustn’t." Sorry, Dad, we’ve gone too far now. I need to be fucked and you’ve gotta do the fucking. I crushed my body to his and felt his cock trying to penetrate me. I scrunched a little more and felt the head pop into me.

Omigod it felt good, even with so little penetration! I moved some more, trying to get it all the way into me, but he wouldn’t let it. "Please, honey, don’t. We mustn’t." He didn’t pull it out, though.

"Dad, I have to have you now," I gasped. "I really need it. Please don’t pull away from me. I truly need to make love with you." I moved again and made his dick slide almost all the way into me. It was heaven. It just felt so wonderful. In spite of himself he began to move against me. He couldn’t help it. "Dad, please, get on top of me and fuck me. I need you."

He was finally beyond resistance. He rolled over on top, keeping that wonderful tool in me, and began to pump. I opened my legs as far as possible and matched his strokes exactly, pushing him deeply into me on every downstroke. I was delirious. "Ogod, Dad, fuck me; fuck me hard. Ogod, it feels so wonderful. Omigod, omigod, don’t stop. It feels so good." Well, something like that. You gotta understand, I wasn’t taking notes. He leaned down and kissed me, long and hard, our tongues dueling and dancing, and it kicked my feelings up yet another notch. My body was on fire. He was still being careful, though, and when he was ready to cum he pulled out and sprayed warm white fluid all over my stomach and tits. And he came and came. I had never seen him spurt that many times.

Eventually he ran out of cum and rolled over and lay beside me, hugging me tightly and burying his head on my breast. "Shannon, sweetheart, that was so wonderful. I love you so much and I’ve wanted to do that for so long and been afraid to. I didn’t want to ruin our relationship, but I wanted it very badly. Thank you for forcing me." I still couldn’t talk. My eyes were glazed and I was still savoring the incredible feelings going through my body. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I had an orgasm. Maybe, but I didn’t care, because it felt so wonderful even without one. My body was at fever pitch and I wasn’t sure I’d ever come down.

Eventually, after much hugging and many kisses I did come down and we went to the bathroom, where he gently cleaned the cum off me. Then he kissed me again, a long, intensely sexual kiss that promised that we would do this again in the near future. I was ready again right then.

Well, I’m not sure what else to tell. Once the ice was broken, we continued to make love several times a week. I went on the pill, of course, so that pregnancy was not a concern, and he and I grew closer than many married couples. While I didn’t completely avoid sex on dates, it was unusual. I protected my reputation carefully (no danger of going around horny, of course). It was a good deal.

But now I am going to college, and I didn’t choose one close to home. I’ll be close enough to visit, but far enough away to be on my own. Dad wanted it that way and I did, too. We knew from the beginning that our new relationship could not be permanent, and he wants me to date and find a nice guy and marry. So do I.

Will we continue to make love when I’m home? I guess so and hope so, but it will continually be more bittersweet. The time is probably coming when I won’t be near my dad, and I’ll miss him terribly. Certainly he has taught me the difference between lovemaking and sweaty fun, and while I may sometimes choose the latter, the former is more satisfying and long-lasting. I’ll never be sorry that I seduced him.

 

ants.  Sure, they had guys over sometimes and even had some parties, but they were never loud enough to annoy the other tenants.  And they took really good care of the apartment.   

    

     Jenny and Brenda were both rather quiet girls, just a couple of years out of college  in their first real jobs.  I knew that they worked flexible hours at the same office and hoped one of them might be home at this time.

        

     When I rang the doorbell I heard movement inside and knew that I was in luck.  Jenny answered the door, and the sight of her almost knocked me off my feet.  She was wearing the smallest, tightest tank top I have ever seen, along with shorts cut off so high that I was sure her panties would show if she sat down.  She had her hair in a sexy little ponytail and she was barefoot, which I find very erotic.  I literally stood there gaping with my mouth hanging open.  Finally I found my voice.  “Hi, Jenny.”

   

     “Hi, Mr. Warren.  I’ve been meaning to call you.  C’mon in.”  She was smiling and I was pretty sure that she was amused at my reaction.  As we walked into the living room I couldn’t help noticing the lovely curve of her butt and felt a stirring in my pants.  Her perfume didn’t help, either; it was probably called “Spring Breeze” or something like that, but should have been called “Incitement to Rape.”   

   

     I was still having trouble getting thoughts to form into words.  “Uh, I was just over here doing some work and thought I’d check and see if you girls are going to be renewing your lease.”

  

     The smile disappeared.  “Well … I’m not sure.  We are having some problems right at the moment.” 

  

     “Anything I can help with?” I asked.  “You girls have been really good tenants and I’d like to keep you if I can.”

    

     “Well, I dunno, maybe we can at least talk about it.  We’d like to stay if we could.”

   

     I was pleased to see that the place was clean and neat as usual.  Jenny sat down and I sat across from her and got yet another shock.  Yes, the shorts were cut off so high that her crotch showed, but there were no panties underneath!  I was looking at a small strip of fabric that barely covered her slit and left the smoothly shaven lips in plain sight.  I could feel myself getting hard and hoped that she didn’t notice.

   

     “Well, you see, Mr. Warren, money is sorta tight for us right now.  Our company is having some financial troubles and they have cut back the hours that Brenda and I can work.  We’re working all we can, but it’s really not enough.  We’re barely getting by and the credit card bills are starting to mount up.  I think we might have to move to a cheaper place.”

   

     I was only about half listening.  My gaze was locked onto that lovely pussy right in front of me, except when it moved upwards a little and admired the beautiful titties displayed by her tank top.  Jenny is a rather small girl, about 5’ 2”, and her tits, while not large, are lovely half globes with large and prominent nipples.  By this time I was thoroughly hard and badly wanting to suck. 

   

     I yanked myself back to reality.  “I’m really sorry to hear that, Jenny.  Is there any chance that either of you might find a job with another company?”

    

     “Well, we are both looking, but not many companies are hiring right now, and so far we haven’t been able to find anything that would pay better than what we already have.”

   

     I sat there, mesmerized by her looks and not saying anything.  My mind was racing a mile a minute and I couldn’t get it away from those gorgeous tits and her sweet-looking pussy. 

   

     “Uh, Mr. Warren?  I don’t want to embarrass you, but it seems like you are staring at me.” 

   

     Oops, that brought me back to reality.  I dropped my head.  “I’m sorry, Jenny.  I apologize.  You are a very pretty girl and…well, in that outfit…you are totally stunning.”

  

  

     “Oh.”  She sat a moment and her face began to turn red.  “I sorta forgot what I’m wearing.  I have never had the nerve to wear this outside the apartment, but it makes me feel really sexy and I like to put it on in here sometimes.  If I pass a mirror, I look at myself and try to imagine what it would be like to be dressed this way in public.  Maybe sometime I’ll get up the nerve to wear it to a party.  And, well, it just feels extra naughty if I leave off the panties.  I didn’t know you were going to stop by.”    She had modestly moved her legs together, but the image of her cunt was already burned into my mind.

       

     “Well, I don’t want to embarrass you, either.  Certainly you can dress as you like in your own apartment.  Or not at all.”

   

     She dropped her head a little and grinned.  “Uh, sometimes I do wear nothing at all.  Then I really like to look at myself in the mirror.  Brenda makes fun of me for doing that.  Do you think this makes me look sexy, Mr. Warren?”

    

     “Oh, most definitely.  I have always thought you were pretty, but in that outfit you are incredibly beautiful.  I just couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

    

     “Yeah, I can see,” she said, smiling and looking at my crotch.  “That’s what this outfit is supposed to do, all right.  I wonder sometimes, though.  I don’t date much, not nearly as much as Brenda does.  But she’s not shy like I am.  She can get out and meet people.  Somehow I’m just not that way.”  Since the subject had been mentioned I took the liberty to rearrange my pants to be more comfortable.

   

     She paused and I saw a mischievous look come into her eyes.  “Would you like a really good look?”  She didn’t wait for me to answer, but jumped up and turned around very slowly, letting me savor every little detail of that lovely body in those revealing clothes.  She has the prettiest butt I have ever seen; the hips aren’t wide, but her butt  sticks out a long way in back, one of those that just begs you to take it into your two hands and massage the beautiful globes.  “Do you think this top makes my boobs look bigger?” she asked.

    

     “I don’t think your breasts need to be bigger, Jenny.  They are absolutely perfect for your build,” I told her as my dick became even harder.

   

     She smiled prettily at the compliment, looked down at her tits, paused as if debating a problem, then suddenly reached down and pulled off the tank top.  “What about now?   Still like them?”  Her smile was pure sunshine, wide and happy. 

    

     By that time the pre-cum was flowing freely and I was speechless again.  All I could do was whisper, “Wow.”  She just stood there, letting me admire those luscious orbs on her chest.  I was definitely breathing quickly, and when my eyes strayed back down to her shorts she caught me.  She stood for a long moment, pondering once again.   Obviously she made her decision, for she very slowly began to unfasten the shorts, finally letting them fall and kicking them away, and once again she turned around very slowly.

    

     She was far more beautiful than I could ever have guessed.  Not a single blemish marred that perfect body, not a mole or a scar or pimple or discoloration to be found.  I know my mouth was hanging open as I watched.  We were both quiet for a while, as she displayed her lovely body for my enjoyment. 

    

     Then she spoke.  “Mr. Warren, I need to apologize to you.  I shouldn’t have shown you my body like this.  I was sorta down this afternoon, worrying about my job and the money and maybe a little depressed and lonely, and when you looked at me like that and got hard I just had some naughty thoughts and wanted to take it a little further.  But it’s unfair to you,” she told me.  “I really didn’t consider what it would do to you.”  She paused for a moment.  “Would you like to touch me?”  She walked over in front of my chair.

    

     I looked up at her, smiling.  “Jenny, at this moment I want to do a lot more than just touch.  But it’s your choice and I’ll respect it.”  I leaned toward her and caressed her left titty, stroking it gently, lifting it a little, circling the large nipple that was still growing before my eyes.  As I did that I took the right nipple into my mouth and began to satisfy the sucking urge that it had triggered.  It was sweet and warm and I chewed gently, massaging it with my tongue.  She shuddered and stroked the titty herself, closing her eyes and biting her lip gently.  The scent of her body was intoxicating, a blend of scented soap, that lovely perfume, and warm, spicy girl-flesh.  I was getting out of control and knew it. 

   

     Meanwhile, my left hand was stroking her body, feeling her ultra-smooth skin and enjoying that wonderful flare that girls have from the waist to the hips, then fondling the gorgeous butt that I admired so much.  Predictably, though, it soon moved straight for her pussy.  The cunt area was shaved clean, with a neatly trimmed wedge of soft brown fur above it.  I caressed her pussy a minute or so, first with my open hand, then with the backs of my fingers.  I reached through and tickled the taint and pushed a finger just a tiny bit into her ass.  She jumped and inhaled sharply, but didn’t pull away.  Her breathing was becoming heavy, too, and her spicy female scent was almost narcotic.  She opened her legs wider to give me better access. 

    

     I moved back to her pussy and slid my finger up through the slit, and I could feel her anticipation as I neared her clit.  I didn’t touch it, though I felt her try to move it closer to my finger.  Instead I moved back down and gently inserted a finger into her vagina.  It was quite moist by this time and the finger slipped in easily, though the walls were very tight against it.  I moved it in and out a few times, lubricating it well and getting her cunt to relax a bit.  When I slipped it all the way in and started probing, I believe she knew that I was searching for the “G” spot, and she held very, very still in anticipation, even holding her breath. 

   

     Sometimes it’s difficult to find, but this time we were lucky.  Only a few seconds later she gasped several times and jumped, beginning to pant.  “Uh, Mr. Warren, I think we need to go to the bedroom.  Please.  Now.”  And she took my hand and led me there quickly.  I was surprised that she was so frantic, but later she told me that she had only had sex a couple of times and no guy had ever really given her sexual pleasure.  She had tasted a little today and wanted it all.    

      

     By the time we reached the bedroom she had regained a little composure.  She sat down onto the bed and stood me in front of her, loosening my pants and removing them very slowly, teasing herself and touching the bulge frequently.  She began playing with the bulge, feeling the shaft, reaching underneath to cup my balls, even sucking on the wide wet spot at the highest point and rubbing her cheek on it.  I felt her tremble and knew that she was feeling brand new sensations and luxuriating in them.  I was kneading those wonderful titties and feeling the nipples harden and extend, afraid I was going to cum and trying hard not to do that yet.

    

     Finally she slipped down my shorts and took my cock into both hands, massaging and licking it, blowing into the pee hole and wiggling her tongue in it.  I badly wanted to eat her pussy, but she was having fun and so was I, so I let her continue.  I kept thinking she might suck it, but for the longest time she just played.  She moved her fingers up and down, not really jacking me, just stroking.  She would put just the head into her mouth and wiggle her tongue around, licking my crown, sucking very gently, stroking and lifting my balls, then remove her mouth and slide my cock along her cheek.  Incredible for one so inexperienced. 

   

     This was exciting her, too.  The girl smell had become very strong and my cock was quivering,  I simply had to taste her pussy.  “Sweetheart, this is wonderful, but you smell great and I really want to taste you.  Please?”

      

     She left my dick reluctantly, giving the head another quick suck and kiss.  I almost came right then.  “Well, OK.  What do you want me to do?”

    

     “Just lie back right where you are and put your knees up.”  I was trembling as I lowered my face to her, the scent increasingly rich.  It has always amazed me how intensely exciting an aroused pussy smells.  Irresistible.  I wanted to tease her:  kiss and lick her upper thighs, gently touch my tongue to the outer lips, caress her legs and hips and tummy, kiss around her pussy, tickle her with my tongue, make her wait.  It was not to be.  I was so aroused that all I could do was to bury my face in her cunt and suck wildly.  No style at all.  I sucked and kissed her pussy, sliding my tongue up and down the slit, pushing it into her vagina as far as I could and tongue-fucking her, slurping up the juices that she was now producing in volume.  No, it was not artistic, but the way she was jumping against my face, she wasn’t inclined to be a critic.

    

     By the time I moved up to her clitty I had gathered my wits a bit and remembered to tease it some, touching my tongue all around it, flicking it very gently, trying to push her arousal as high as possible while enjoying that wonderful aroma.  Every time I touched her clit she jumped and inhaled sharply, and soon she was pushing it toward my mouth as hard as she could.  I took the cue and clamped my mouth over it, sucking hard and nipping it with my teeth. 

    

     A half minute or so of that pushed her over the edge.  “Yes.  Yes.  Yes,” she whispered over and over.  “Yessssss!” as she raised high and stayed there pushing.  I was so worked up that I was jacking myself, and as she reached that wonderful peak I let it go, too.  Probably I should have waited and let her suck me off; she would have done it, I’m sure.  But she was having such a good time that I just had to join her.  I’m glad I did it that way. 

     

     When she finally came back down to the bed I let her lie there a couple of minutes and kept my face where it was.  Truly I didn’t want to move it away from that precious flesh, and I just kept kissing it gently.  At last I slipped up to the bed and took her in my arms, laying her head on my chest and kissing her hair softly.  She put her arms around me and held me close, almost sobbing as she came back from the wonderful place where she had been. 

      

     Finally I did the one other thing I really, really wanted to do.  I turned her face up and kissed her, a soft, very long kiss, letting us share this moment to the ultimate.  When  she broke it she looked up at me.  “I don’t know what to say,” she told me.  “I don’t know why I did this, where it came from.  I feel so relaxed and happy.”

   

     “Sweetheart, I think you were just really down and needing somebody.  I happened to be the somebody, and I’m glad, too.  It was wonderful.  You are very beautiful and very sweet.”

   

     She laid her head back onto my chest and we just lay together naked and cuddled a while longer.  At last she raised her head again.  “Mr. Warren…”

      

     “Jenny,” I interrupted her, “I just finished eating you out and you did some pretty intimate things to me, too, if I remember correctly.  Maybe you should call me Rick.” 

  

     She smiled again, one of those beautiful sunny smiles.  “OK.  Rick, I’m still pretty turned on and I’d really like to do more.  Lots more.  Boy, would I!  But Brenda will be home soon and I don’t think I’m ready to share this with her.  Could we do it again sometime?”

    

     I still couldn’t believe that this lovely creature would want to indulge in such things with someone so much older, but I was not going to object.  “I’d love it.  You are very beautiful and sexy and I’d enjoy it very much.”  I hesitated a moment before the next thing, because I didn’t want it to come out the wrong way.  “And Jenny, about the lease.  You girls are good tenants and I want you to stay.  We can work out something to get you through this tough period, and I trust you to be fair with me.  OK?”

   

     She kissed me again, a sweet, light kiss.  “OK, Mr.… uh, Rick.  I’ll discuss it with Brenda and we’ll work it out.  Thanks.”

    

     We eventually agreed on a reduced rent that the girls would pay until the job situation cleared up, and then they were to pay me the back rent.  As it turned out, it was only 6 weeks or so until Brenda found another job that paid better than her old one, and Jenny was able to take most of the hours that Brenda had been working.  So the girls were solvent again.

   

     A few weeks later Jenny called me.  “Hi, Mr. Warren, it’s Jenny.”

    

     “Hi, Jenny, what’s up?”

    

     “Well, we have the back rent now and I was wondering if I could bring a check over to your house.”                         

     

     “Heck, Jenny, that’s not necessary.  You can just stick it in the mail.”

    

     “Well, uh, I’d really like to bring it by.”  Long silence.  “Uh, you see, well, I mean, I wanted to come by, anyway.”  Another long silence.  “Gosh, I’m sorta embarrassed.  You see, uh, I … was wondering … if maybe you would want to continue what happened over here.” 

       

     Oh my, that brought a rush of thoughts to my head and a rush of blood to a different area.  “Why Jenny, that would be wonderful.  I had sorta figured that you had decided against it.”

   

     “No, no, nothing like that.  I just wanted to wait til we were clear with everything else.  You know, so you could be sure I wasn’t just doing it ‘cause we didn’t have the whole rent payment.  I wouldn’t want you to think that.”

     

     “I wouldn’t have thought that, Jenny.  It was my suggestion.  When would you like to come over?”

     

     She giggled a little.  “Would this afternoon be OK?  I don’t have to work and Brenda does, so I wouldn’t have to explain why I was gone so long.”

     

     “Sure, see you then.”

   

     A jumble of thoughts raced through my mind.  I still couldn’t believe that a lovely young lady like her would want to make love with an older guy like me.  But she really seemed to want to, and who was I to argue?  I took a shower and straightened up the place a bit, and then waited like a teenager on his first date.

     

     When the doorbell rang I opened the door to a huge surprise.  Jenny was there with the check, all right, but she was dressed in the same outfit she was wearing that day at her apartment, and I could see that nothing was under it.  Again, I just stared, as my cock began to harden.

     

     “Hi Jenny.  Wow, I thought you said you could never wear that outfit in public.” 

           

      “Well, I didn’t think I could, but I felt so naughty and excited to be coming over here that I decided to be a little more naughty.”

     

     “Whew, you look just as fantastic in it this time.  Come on in.”

   

     She gave me the check and we sat down.  Finally I remembered my manners.  “Can I get you something to drink?”

   

     “No, thanks.  Uh, Mr. Warren …”

   

     “Rick.”

     

     “Rick.  We both know why I came over, and I’m a bit embarrassed, but very, very excited.  Please, can we go ahead?  I don’t need you to woo me or anything.  I want you to make love to me.”

     

     I stood up and walked over to her chair, holding out my hands to her.  In a couple of seconds I had my arms full of a warm, wonderful, sweet-smelling female bundle.  She pressed against my body and turned her face up to be kissed.  I was already just about as hard as I can get, and maybe more excited than she was.  As we kissed I felt her rubbing against my erection, stimulating herself to greater and greater heights.  Her breathing was already getting ragged, as was mine.  We kissed a long time, alternating the soft kind and the deep tongue-dueling kind, and when we broke we just looked at each other, breathless.

   

     “Wow,” she finally murmured.

     

     I stood back and looked at her, then asked softly, “Jenny?  Would you do it again?”

      

     She was puzzled for a moment, then understood and smiled.  She reached down and grasped her tank top, swiftly pulling it over her head.  “Well, how do you like them this time?” she laughed.

     

     “Ogod, Jenny, if anything they are prettier this time than last.  They’re the prettiest titties I ever saw.”  I knelt down, which put my mouth almost on a level with her tits, and began sucking the right one gently as I played with her left.  She closed her eyes and stood quietly, occasionally catching her breath or trembling gently.  Then I changed tits, giving each equal time.  She trembled more.  I moved back again and looked.

     

     She understood more quickly this time, and quickly undid the shorts and let them drop, turning slowly as she did last time to let me appreciate her whole perfect body.  It was just as perfect.  I moved my face close to her pussy and lightly slid a finger through her slit, feeling and smelling the warm wetness of a very aroused girl.  As I played at the entrance to her vagina she shuddered visibly and held her breath.  Finally she whispered, “Rick, I am so turned on.  I can’t stand it.  Please, can we go to the bedroom?”

     

     I stood, taking her into my arms and kissing her again, pressing my thoroughly inflamed erection against her.  As she reached down to touch it I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.  Undressing quickly, I laid her back on the bed and opened her legs.  Her gorgeous female treasure lay in front of me, already aroused and swollen and beckoning my tongue.  I leaned in and took a deep breath, savoring her exciting aroma, then began licking lightly all around her pubis. 

  

     “Rick, I don’t think you need to do that.  I’m ready,” she murmured.  But I thought she did need it.  I kissed all around her upper thighs and tummy, licking and blowing on her navel, then slowly, very slowly, worked my way back to the center of her arousal.  She was almost frantic, and the sheet under her was soaked with her juices.  I kissed her pussy lightly, licking the slit, then moved my tongue down to her vagina, slipping it in and wiggling.  God, she tasted nice, and I was again afraid I would cum too soon.  She was beginning to bounce and push her clit toward my mouth, and finally I allowed her to do so.  Her little button was no longer little, standing up and begging me to love it.  I put my mouth over it and sucked lightly, making it stand up even more, pushing it up and down, side to side with my tongue.  When I sucked hard and nipped lightly, she groaned loudly, and I could see her body muscles rippling in a hard orgasm.  I continued to suck and lick til she lay back again, panting, then slipped up beside her to hold and kiss her.  Ogod, a woman in orgasm, what a lovely sight!

      

     “Ready, honey?” I asked her.

   

     “Omigod, Rick, I was ready when I rang the doorbell.  You could have ripped off my clothes and had me right then.  But this is wonderful, too.  Please, I need you inside me, right now.”

     

     I reached for a condom and she stopped me.  “It’s OK; I use the pill.  Always hoping, I guess,” she giggled.

     

     I moved over her and positioned my cock at her doorway.  When I began to push, I could feel that she was very, very tight, but she was so aroused and slick that I was sliding in comfortably.  It had been a long time for me, and I was again amazed at how hot it is inside a woman.

     

     Almost halfway, she stopped me.  “Hold it just a moment, Rick.  It doesn’t hurt, but gimme just a little time to adjust.  Remember, I haven’t done this much.”  I waited til she nodded, then began sliding forward again.  As I reached the end I felt her relax, then begin to push against me.  I responded, finding her rhythm and leaning down to kiss her again.  She kept the kisses light, lots of tongue-play, but light.  Her arms and legs pulled me tightly against her. 

     

     Her rhythm was fairly slow, and I had the feeling that she was drawing this out as long as she could, savoring it with all of her senses.  After a while, though, her excitement took over and she picked up the pace, banging my body harder and harder.  I responded in kind, til I heard a constant litany of “uh, uh, uh.” 

     

     “Omigod, I think this is it, Rick.  Push hard, HARD!”  I did, and immediately felt her vaginal muscles grab my cock in a vise, milking it over and over as orgasm claimed her body.  I had wanted to cum for what seemed like hours and finally I let it happen, a glorious release, far more spurts than I knew I possessed, as we rode each other into bliss. 

     

     As it ended, she whispered, “Stay in me, Rick.  Please.  Just let me feel you there.  Kiss me.  Love me.”  I did, stroking her face and hair, kissing very lightly everywhere I could reach.  She looked so lovely and peaceful, and yes, satisfied. 

      

     We lay that way a long time, letting all our senses enjoy the moment.  After a while I felt a bit of firmness that I hadn’t expected.  She felt it, too.  “Rick?  Is that…?  Could we…?”  No question, this sweet, lovely girl was getting me hard again, much to my surprise, and I began to move inside her once more. 

     

     We didn’t do anything fancy this time, no attempt to control the pace or extend it.  This was just sex and we were moving toward our personal goals as hard as we could.  Our bodies slapped together happily.  She was still excited, and this time she reached her orgasm a minute or so before mine arrived.  It was a very satisfying explosion for each of us. 

       

     This time I rolled off soon after and lay beside her, holding her and stroking her face and body.  She was very quiet and thoughtful, and I didn’t want to disturb her.  Finally she turned to face me and asked quietly, “Rick?”  I turned to her, but didn’t say anything.  “This was wonderful, just what I hoped for, and I feel so good.  Uh, would you, maybe, be willing to do it again sometime?  Maybe not often, but sometime?  I think it was very good for me and I want to feel this way again.”

    

     Well, there could be only one answer, and I gave it to her.  That was last week and she hasn’t called yet, but I believe she will, sometime, and frankly, I can’t wait.                                    

               

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        One day in fifth grade we were in my room, playing video games and listening to music.  We had finished a game when she said, “Beth,” not looking at me.  She seemed embarrassed about something. 

 

        “Yeah?” I answered.

       

        “Uh, do you ever touch yourself…you know…down there?”

 

        “Huh?  What are you talking about?’

     

        “You know, inside your panties, do you ever touch yourself there?”

       

        “Well, I guess so.  I mean, I take baths and stuff and I have to wash.”

       

        “I don’t mean that.  Do you ever touch it just for fun…just to make it feel good?  Does it feel good when you wash it?”

          

        Actually, she was sorta weirding me out.  “I dunno; I guess so.  Never really noticed.  Why?”

 

        “I do.”  She was speaking really softly, like she was afraid someone would hear.  “It feels really good, sorta makes me feel tingly and out of breath.  Does it feel good when you touch your button?”

       

        “What button?”

 

        She was beginning to lose patience.  Sara is a really good friend, but she can be bossy and impatient sometimes.  “Oh jeez, you don’t know anything!  Here, let me show you.”  And she began to lower her shorts. 

 

        “Sara!” I exclaimed, “you aren’t going to take off your pants right here, are you?” 

 

        “Well sure; you’re so dumb you won’t understand unless I show  you.”

  

        And she did.  She pulled her shorts right down, and the little white panties followed, and there I was, looking at her little pink cunny.  I had never seen anyone’s cunny but mine, and I hadn’t actually looked at mine much.  It was sorta cute, looked a little like a pink peach. 

 

        “Here, see, here’s my button,” and she pulled open the top of her cunny.  Sure enough, a little knob was sticking out there.

       

        “That’s it?  That’s all you were talking about?”  I wasn’t impressed.

 

        She grinned.  “Yeah, but watch.”  She started touching herself, not right on her button, but sorta around and below it, just tickling herself on other parts of her cunny.  And a couple of times she closed her eyes, obviously enjoying it.  Soon, though, she moved up and began circling the button with her fingers, and sure enough, she began to breathe more quickly and more heavily.  When she finally began to rub and push right on the button, she really panted and jerked, and finally let out a deep sigh and lay back on the bed.  It sure looked like she enjoyed it.

       

        “Oh wow, that was nice.  See?”  Well yeah, I did see, and it did look like she had fun.  “Why don’t you try it?” 

 

        I was afraid that my mom would come up and catch us, and also afraid that maybe I wouldn’t do it right and Sara would laugh at me.  She did stuff like that sometimes.  “Maybe later.  Mom might catch us.”  She pulled up her pants and we went back to playing video games and didn’t say any more about it.

 

        That night, though, I thought about it again when I was taking my bath.  For the first time, I noticed that it did feel good when I washed my cunny, and I guess I washed it a little longer and more thoroughly than usual.  After I rinsed off, I decided to do what Sara had done and see if it felt good for me, too.  I started touching myself, just using my whole hand and stroking my cunny really lightly, like petting a puppy.  She was right, it did feel sorta tingly, like something was tickling me inside my stomach.  I let a couple of fingers run through my little slit, and that felt good, too.  I was going to like this. 

   

Finally I moved my fingers up and touched my button, and I gasped and sorta jumped in the water.  Wow, did that feel good!  I can’t exactly describe it, but I wanted to do it lots more, and I did.  I began to massage it like she did, circling my fingers around it and sorta sneaking up on it, rubbing back and forth on the sides.  I tried pushing it side to side, and by that time I was really panting.  I started rubbing it really hard, and in another minute or so the tingles got really strong, like I got shocked, and my legs trembled.  Golly, it felt good!

   

        Of course, after doing it that once, I started doing it a lot, and I found other things that felt good.  Sometimes I would take some of my skin lotion and rub it on and just play with my cunny without touching the little button.  That way I could do it a long time and it just kept feeling good.  And I experimented and found out that I could put a finger into my little trickle hole and wiggle it around.  That felt good, too, but in a different way.  Sometimes that would make me really tingle.  And of course, when Sara and I reached puberty and started to grow titties, we could play with them, too.  Sometimes we did it together, and I think those were the nicest times.

   

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        A year or more later we were doing it in her room when no one else was home.  We were naked, facing each other on her bed, touching ourselves and seeing who could cum first.  “Beth,” she said.  Long pause when I didn’t answer ‘cause I was busy.  “What if we touched each other?” 

    

I was already breathing pretty fast, not paying much attention, but I did catch the “each other.”  Any other time I probably would have said no, but right then I was turned on and the idea of a different kind of touching was pretty exciting.  I didn’t answer, but moved over close to her and put my hand on her right titty.  It was pretty little, of course, like mine, but it felt all warm and squooshy and interesting in my hand.  Her little nipple was all hard, and I played with it the way I like to play with mine.  Just for a moment she stopped playing with her pussy (an older girl had told us to call it that), closed her eyes, bit at her lip, and began breathing even harder.  I felt her tremble, and reached over to stroke the other titty.  She leaned into my hands, pressing her tits into them, and it wasn’t long before she was gasping.  “Touch my clitty.  Please.”  The girl had told us what to call the little button, too.

  

        I moved a hand down between her legs and touched her pussy the way we both liked, gently stroking and teasing toward her clitty.  As I touched it she grabbed my hand and pushed on it, making me rub the little knob really hard.  In just a few seconds she began to push her pussy toward me repeatedly in the hardest orgasm either of us had yet had.  My hand was very wet.

       

        She just lay back panting hard for a little while, her body still jerking occasionally.  “Wow.”  Another twitch or two.  “Wow.  We should have done that before.  Give me just a moment more and I’ll do you.”  I was panting almost as much as she was.  It was really exciting to touch someone else that way, and I went back to working my own pussy with a vengeance. 

    

        “Here, let me do that.”  She pushed my hand away and began stroking me as I had done her, gently, but touching it all over.  “Feels different when someone else touches it, doesn’t it?”  I wanted her to touch my clitty but decided to wait til she chose to do it.  It wasn’t long til she did, rubbing it hard.  Then she surprised me, leaning over to lick my left titty and suck on the nipple.  Just a few seconds and that was all for me.  I began bouncing on the bed like a trampoline artist, panting furiously.  It felt like my whole body was on fire, and I just closed my eyes and let it happen. 

    

        “Wow yourself,” I finally told her.  “It was already feeling good, but when you sucked on my titty my body just went nuts.”

    

        “Yeah, I thought you would like that.  I wanted you to feel as good as I did.”

    

        We lay back on the bed together, gently touching each other all over, really not in a sexual way, just caresses.  But even that sent those little charges through our bodies.  It was a really nice afternoon til we heard her mom come in and had to dress quickly.

   

        It was a couple of years later, summer after eighth grade, I believe,  and we were walking home from the park.  “Beth,” she said quietly, “have you ever let a boy touch you?” 

  

        I didn’t have to ask what she meant.  By that time we had touched a lot.  “Golly no, have you?”

 

        “Well, remember a few weeks ago when we had the swimming party at Jeff’s house?  Bret Tate was looking awfully cute that day, and after we swam a while we sneaked into the house and ducked into a closet to make out.  We had been going a while and got pretty hot, and he sorta slowly slid his hand up and touched my titty.”

 

        “Gosh, what did you do?”

 

        “Why, I let him do it, of course.  No boy had ever touched me that way, and I thought it might be fun.”

  

        I was not too sure what I thought about this.  “So how did it feel?”

    

        “Well, he didn’t know what to do.  I think it’s the first time he ever touched a titty.  He just sorta sneaked up on it and when he found out I wouldn’t stop him he just grabbed it and squeezed a little.  Not so hard that it hurt, but he didn’t caress it and tease it the way you do.”  Her voice got even quieter.  “And that’s not all.”

    

        “Oh jeez, Sara, what else?  C’mon, don’t hold out on me.”

   

        Quieter.  “See, I knew he had a hard-on; I could see the way he was squirming around, trying to get it situated right.  And I just couldn’t resist.  I never touched one before, so I moved my hand down and touched it.  Actually, sorta wrapped my fingers around it, as much as I could through his suit.”

 

        “Omigod, Sara, what did it feel like?”

 

        “Well, it was really straight and stiff.  I couldn’t imagine having something like that in my pants.  I squeezed it a little bit, and it was really weird.  Like, it’s really soft and smooth on the outside, but when you squeeze a little, it’s really hard on the inside.  And it’s like the skin on the outside isn’t connected or something.  I’m probably not saying it right, but when I moved it around a little bit he seemed to like it, so I kept doing that.”

 

        “Omigod.”  I just couldn’t imagine touching a boy’s thing, especially when it was hard.  We had been taught a little about that in sex ed, but they really don’t teach you that part.  I was very quiet a little while, thinking about it.  “So what happened then?”

 

        “Well, we were still kissing – he really is a good kisser – and feeling each other, and after a while he sorta jerked a few times.  I think he came in his swim suit.  It seemed like that embarrassed him, ‘cause he stopped after that and wanted to go back to the party.”

    

        “Wow, Sara.”  I just didn’t know what to say.  I thought about that the rest of the way home, trying to imagine what it would be like to hold a guy’s thing.  Just couldn’t get it out of my mind. 

 

        A few weeks later I was walking home from town and met Jeff.  He and I had liked each other for several months and made out some, so when we got to my house I asked him if he wanted to come in for a soda.  I knew my mom would be out for the afternoon and I was thinking about what Sara had said and feeling sorta naughty.  I wanted to find out for myself.

 

        We sat in the kitchen and talked for a while, you know, the usual stuff, and I asked him if he had ever seen my room.  Subtle?  Well, maybe not, but it was the best I could do.  So we went up and I showed him my game system (his is better) and my CD collection (mine is better) and we talked a little more and sorta ran out of topics.  Finally I decided to dive right into it and see what happened.

 

        “Jeff,” I asked him, “this may seem sorta weird, but have you ever seen a girl naked?”  He turned a bright shade of red and sorta stammered.  Finally shook his head.  “Would you like to?”  His eyes brightened and he nodded.  “One thing, though.  If I take my clothes off, you have to take yours off, too.”  Well, that got him.  He wanted to see me, but he was too shy to undress, too.

  

        “C’mon, Jeff, it won’t hurt you.  I’ve never seen a boy naked, either, and I want to.  C’mon.”  To encourage him, I unbuttoned my shorts and began to raise my t-shirt.  He was hooked and began to raise his shirt, too.  I was not wearing a bra, so his eyes were soon bugging out at my tits, which were, and still are, a bit small, but round and very nicely shaped. 

     

He was dawdling, though.  “Jeff, get the shorts off, or I’ll put my shirt back on and we’ll forget it.”  I knew why he was dawdling.  He had a hard-on and he didn’t want me to see it.  “Do it, Jeff,” and I reached for my shirt again.  Finally he gave up and let them drop, and I could see the tent in his underwear.  God, even that was exciting to me!  I dropped my shorts, too, letting him see my white panties with the pink butterflies.  He stared straight at my crotch, even though he really wasn’t seeing much more than he would if I had my swimsuit on.  I think he could see the outline of my slit, though.

        

“OK, Jeff, we’re down to our underwear.  Let’s do this together.  Ready?  One, two, three,” and we both dropped our underwear to the floor and stared at the other.  By that age we both had just a little wispy pubic hair, but he could see my pussy just about as well as I could see his hard penis.  I was fascinated by it.  It just stood there proudly, pointing up and out and bobbing a bit as the blood pulsed (I didn’t know that then).  I really wanted to touch it. 

   

His eyes were glued to my body, too, and he couldn’t decide whether to look at my tits or my pussy.  He wanted to touch, too, and we were both breathing more quickly.  I smiled at him.  “Well, what do you think?” I asked him.  “Do you like what you see?” 

    

“You’re beautiful,” he told me.  “I never knew a girl could be so beautiful.  Wow.”  He just kept staring.

    

I walked over close and kissed him.  “You’re beautiful, too, Jeff.  Would you like to touch me?”  He nodded.  “Come over and sit on the bed.  You can touch me where you like.  Just be gentle.”  When he sat down, I stood in front of him and took his hand and laid it on my titty, showing him how to caress it and play with the nipple.  He learned quickly and soon was starting to get me heated up.

 

“May I touch, too?” I asked.  He looked down at his erection as if he had just remembered it, and probably that was true.  But he had conquered the embarrassment. 

  

“Sure,” he told me.  “Want me to show you how, too?”  He was definitely getting the idea of this thing.

 

“Yeah, OK.”  He took my hand and showed me how to rim the head and stroke that really sensitive place just below it.  Also how to lift his balls and squeeze them gently.  Then he put my hand around his cock and showed me how hard to squeeze it and how to move my hand up and down to give him pleasure.  After a couple of minutes, I saw that he was getting really excited, and I wanted more, too.

   

“Jeff, I’m ready for you to touch me at the other place.”  That was the fun part.  I just couldn’t wait to see how it would feel to have a boy touch my pussy.  I sat down, opened my legs wide and showed him how to stroke lightly all around my pussy and tease me.  Then I made his finger touch my vagina and let it slip through my slit, up and down, to make it really slick.  This was feeling good!  I let him do that for a while, then showed him my clit.  I had him circle it gently and move some of my juices there for lubrication, then told him to rub it, back and forth, side to side, getting more juice, pushing on it, going back to my vagina.  I even had him push his finger a little ways inside me.  God, it felt good!  I was panting and really getting close.  And during all of this I had kept jacking his penis and he was getting pretty  excited, too.

  

I won the race and bounced up and down on the bed against his hand as I had my orgasm.  He was pushing his cock hard against my hand and trying his best to come, and just a minute or so later it happened.  He began to shoot out white stuff, three, four, five times, getting it all over his front and my hand.  Very warm and sticky stuff.  It was fascinating to watch it shoot and just as fascinating to feel his penis going soft afterwards.  I just kept holding it.    

 

When it was over, we just sat there, still touching each other’s genitals, amazed at the experience and not sure what to do next.  “Jeez, that was wonderful, Beth,” he told me.  “I never did that before.”

 

“I haven’t, either, Jeff.  It was great.  “Don’t you want to kiss me?”  He grinned and leaned over, giving me a hug and a good long kiss with plenty of tongue.  This boy could kiss, too.  “Guess we’d better clean up,” I told him. 

  

I got a warm washcloth and we cleaned up each other.  He kept staring at my body.  “Wow, you’re pretty,” he said several times.  He washed my pussy far longer than it really needed, but I didn’t complain.  And my eyes didn’t leave that lovely penis, either.  As I washed it, it began to stiffen a bit.  I really wanted to jack him off again, but I didn’t.  On impulse, though, I leaned down and gave it a quick kiss.  Don’t know why.  That was a wonderful afternoon, too.

  

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I guess it was near the end of our soph year when Sara called one Sunday afternoon.  “Hey, can you come over?” 

  

Well, I was just bummin’ around, so I told her, “Sure, I guess.  Be over in a few minutes.”

 

When I got there she was waiting for me and took me straight to her room, closing the door.  “What’s the big secret?” I asked her.

  

She was talking almost in a whisper.  “I did it.”

   

“Did what?”

 

“I did it,” she repeated.  “I did IT!”

 

“Omigod, Sara, you don’t mean it!  Who?  Where?  When?  Omigod.  How did it feel?  Tell me everything.”  Well yeah, I guess I was a little excited.

  

“Yeah, I’ll tell you if you’ll shut up.  I’ve gotta tell somebody and who’s my best friend?”  I zipped my lips and sat quietly.

 

“It was last night.  Rich and I went to an early movie, then drove out to the old quarry.”  Rich was her current steady and the old quarry was everyone’s favorite make-out place.  “We were going at it pretty heavy, had our pants off and everything, and we were both pretty heated up.  I was jacking him and he had a finger in me, and when he wanted to go all the way I just couldn’t say no.” 

 

“Wow, what did it feel like?  Was it good?”

  

“Well, he was sorta in a hurry, afraid someone would drive up and catch us, so we couldn’t do it very long.  But it felt nice.”

 

“Did it hurt?”

 

“No.  You know I broke my cherry a long time ago with that dildo, and his cock isn’t any bigger than that.  But it didn’t feel like the dildo.  It felt really hot inside me.  I didn’t know it would feel hot like that.  And it was alive.  A real live cock, not just a piece of rubber.”

 

“Did you cum?

 

“No, we stopped too soon, but it was still nice.  I’m glad I did it.”

 

Well, you know where we are headed here.  After Sara lost her virginity I began to want to do it, too.  Only problem was, I didn’t have a steady and I didn’t want to do it with just any guy off the street.  I could only give up my virginity once and wanted it to be meaningful in at least a small way.   

 

I finally decided on Jeff.  We had stayed good friends and dated occasionally, and it seemed sorta fitting that the boy who had first seen me naked should be the one who took my cherry.  I wanted to plan this carefully, and it would not be done in the back of a car.  It would be in my bedroom, on a clean bed, and I would find a time when we would not be hurried and afraid of being caught.  I was a little nervous, though; I had not broken my hymen like Sara had, so it was going to hurt some.  Oh well, other girls survived it, and I was sorta pleased that Jeff would actually be able to see the evidence.

 

It took a couple of months to find a Saturday afternoon when my parents would be safely out of town all day.  I talked with Jeff a few days before and told him what I had in mind, and he was so sweet.  He took me in his arms and gave me the gentlest, most tender kiss I have ever had.  “Thank you,” he said, “we’ll make this something to remember.”  Jeff was not a virgin, so I knew that he would know what to do.

    

That afternoon, I showered, brushed my hair so that it almost glowed, and put on just the tiniest dab of perfume.  Then came the sexiest little frilly bra you ever saw, with a matching frilly thong that my Mom didn’t know I owned.  God, I felt sexy!  When I finished dressing I looked into the mirror and saw that my face was flushed with excitement.  I couldn’t wait.

  

Jeff was right on time, and I could see that he was freshly scrubbed and excited, too.  He took me into his arms and gave me a sweet, leisurely kiss just full of promise.  We strolled to my room with arms around each other, and I swear, I was in love.  I felt so good!  Guess Jeff did, too; he was already hard.

 

When we reached my room he took me into his arms and kissed me again, a much longer and more passionate kiss this time.  My heart was already racing and I was trembling with excitement.  “Let’s undress each other,” he suggested.  “Slowly.”

 

He leaned over and kissed me again, a little light kiss, as he unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off.  I was unbuttoning his shirt, too, finishing almost the same time, and slipped his t-shirt off, too.  I think he just about blew a gasket when he saw my bra.  That little frilly thing lifted my little breasts (which didn’t need lifting) without concealing much.  He was very hard, squirming and smiling.

 

We did much the same with our pants and then stood there, admiring each other and remembering the last time we did this.  His tent was larger this time, though.  “My turn,” he said, as he kissed me again and reached behind me to unhook the bra.  I was visibly trembling at this point, but not because of cold or fright.  I wanted him so badly. 

 

He lowered the bra very slowly, almost teasing himself as my breasts came into view, then leaned over and tenderly kissed each nipple.  I was wet and already felt that I was about to cum.  Only the underwear remained.  “Shall we do it like last time?” he asked quietly.  I smiled and nodded, and we whispered, “One, two, three” as we dropped them together.

 

And like the last time, we stood and admired each other.  His body was gorgeous:  trim, cleanly muscled, fit and ready.  As before, I stood and stared at his cock, tall and beautiful, saluting my body as only it can.  Jeff was looking at me the same way, and I saw a generous drop of pre-cum form on the tip.  He was ready, too.  I knelt down and kissed the head, sipping that drop, then gently urged him to the bed. 

 

We lay for a few minutes, kissing and caressing bodies, playing with genitals, loving.  “I want to taste you,” he told me. 

 

“I want to taste you, too.”  I moved over him into 69 position and took his cock into my mouth.  It tasted so sweet and warm and alive.  I very slowly moved my hand up and down the shaft as I laved my tongue about the head, sipping and sucking.  His movements told me that I was doing what he wanted.

 

Meanwhile, he was doing wonderful things to my pussy.  At first, his tongue just flicked lightly, touching and licking my outer lips and inner thighs, teasing me.  He kissed all around it, tickling it with his tongue, finally planting a very wet one right on my slit, sliding his tongue up and down.  I was not far from orgasm. 

 

I slipped off him and turned around.  “Now, Jeff, please.  I want you to go inside me, take my cherry, love me all the way.”  I was almost delirious. 

 

He reached over, quickly slid on a condom, and poised himself over me.  As he kissed me, I felt him position his cock at my entrance, and as he pressed down, I felt my hymen stretch, then resist.  “Are you ready, sweetheart?” 

 

I could only gasp.  “Do it.”  He kissed me hard, sucking and battling with his tongue, then pushed strongly forward.  I felt my cherry tear with a very sharp pain, then I was filled as never before.  I didn’t cry out, but my eyes were full of tears, not only for the pain, but because I had just become a woman and would never forget the moment. 

 

Once he was inside, he stopped, allowing me a breather and time to adjust.  Slowly he began to move in and out, going deeper each time.  The pain went away.  Soon he was completely in, stroking me powerfully, and I was panting uncontrollably.  “Ogodogodogod, Jeff, it’s so wonderful.  Ogod,” I gasped, “Oh.”  I began to push back to him on each stroke, and it was heaven.  He was kissing me and whispering sweet things and I was crying because it was too wonderful to be real. 

 

“Sweetheart, I’m awfully close.  How’re you doing?”

 

“Almost there, Jeff; it’s starting…NOW!!!”  I slammed into him as hard as I could, my pussy grabbing and squeezing him as orgasm claimed my body.  Over and over I pushed, and soon he grunted and jerked in his own moment of bliss.  For a little while we were animals, lost in the throes of the ecstasy that we shared.  I held him and crushed his body to mine, wanting us as close as possible in this most intimate of moments.             

 

Finally our bodies began to calm, and he kissed me once more before moving off to lie beside me and hold me close.  Neither of us could speak for a while.  I, at least, was simply overwhelmed.  Finally I raised up onto an elbow and kissed him.  “Thank you, Jeff.  I don’t think any woman ever felt more love as she surrendered her virginity.  I really will remember it the rest of my life.”

 

“I know,” was all he said, but I saw a small tear in his eye, too. 

 

We lay there cuddling for a long time, a half hour or more, speaking little, absorbing what just happened to us.  I believe it was special to him, too.  I hope so.

  

                       

 

      

       

 

         

               

 

                         

         

               

   

         

       

       

 

 

 

 

for myself, but no one I knew had more information than I did.  Some people doubted that it really existed.  

I got a break one day when my buddy Rex took me aside.  “Hey, you keep asking about the Butterfly Club.  I may have some info for you.  Seems Kim – you know, the redhead in the office next door – might know something about it, maybe even be a member.  Dunno whether it’s true, but you might want to give her a buzz.”

Yeah, I knew Kim.  Luscious little morsel.  Redhead, about five-one, probably less than a hundred pounds, tits in the 32-range and stuck straight out, very trim and tight.  Not quite centerfold material, but very attractive nonetheless with a nice personality.  I’d noticed her many times.  But up ‘til a few weeks ago I was involved in a sorta-permanent relationship.  It fell apart and actually I hadn’t had a date since.  I decided to go for it. 

I caught her coming in from lunch one day, chatted a while, and asked her out for Saturday night.  “Sure,” she answered.  “I was going to visit my sister this weekend, but we can rearrange that.  I’d love to.”  It was a good date.  She turned out to be a very sweet and interesting person and we found several areas of strong mutual interest.  We went out the next two weekends and enjoyed a bedtime session after the last.  She was just as lovely and interesting in bed.

The next morning at breakfast I asked her if she had ever heard of the Butterfly Club.  She hesitated a moment, then replied, “Yeah, maybe.  Are you a member?”  

“No,” I told her, “someone said that maybe you are.”

She looked at me strangely.  “Did you ask me out just to get into the Butterfly Club?”

Busted, sorta.  “Kim, probably I would have.  I don’t deny that.  But I’ve been watching you for several months now, involved in another relationship and wishing I could date you.  That one’s over now, and I jumped at the chance to ask you out when I could.”  It was mostly true. 

She was still doubtful.  “Rick, it’s a really private thing.  It might not be the sort of thing that you’d like.  Lots of…really unusual stuff…happens there.  And I’m not sure I know you well enough to take you.”

Gotta admit, the girl was dead honest.  I was wishing that I could be that honest.  “Kim, I really do like you.  I realize that we haven’t known each other long, and you’ll just have to make up your own mind whether I’m trustworthy.  But I’d still like to go there with you.”

We really did like each other; that much was evident.  And I believe that was what swayed her.  She decided to trust that I was not connected with the law or planning to blab the club’s secrets around town.  We made a date to go the following Friday night.

I was already getting hard before I even picked her up, just from the anticipation.  Nobody had been able to tell me much about it, and Kim wouldn’t.  “You’ll just have to see for yourself,” she told me.  But the little that I had heard had me squirming already.  I knew that Kim noticed my erection, but she didn’t mention it.  

It was not impressive on the outside.  Situated in an old warehouse in a part of town that was not the best, it gave no hint of the delights inside.  We entered into a small office that looked at home in that shabby building.  But the next door revealed a large lobby that would have done credit to a fine hotel, with no resemblance to the scene outside.  Deep plush carpet, quality furniture, lovely chandelier, it all amazed me.  A number of couples were socializing here, still fully dressed, and several singles were evident as well.  I found out later that single members were as welcome as couples.  As we registered, I was very self-conscious of my prominent boner, but either the receptionist didn’t notice or she was accustomed to seeing male guests with erections.  The men’s and ladies’ dressing rooms (should I say undressing rooms?) opened off opposite sides and Kim and I kissed briefly before going off to prepare for the evening.

When I reached the dressing room my suspicions were confirmed.  Almost every guy was already sporting an erection and in some cases the men were pumping gently.  There were no rules about dress and a few preferred to wear a thong or other garment, but Kim and I had agreed to be naked from the start tonight.  By this time I was rather proud of the hardon pointing at my navel, and it responded with its first drop of pre-cum.  I couldn’t resist skimming it off and tasting it, a little erotic habit of mine.  Delicate taste, a bit sweet and salty as usual. 

The other door of the dressing room opened into a common area for entrance into the main room.  Here couples met to begin their night of frolic.  Looking around, I noticed excitement in every face, arousal in every body.  As each couple met to go out, they kissed, often quite passionately, and I noted more than a little genital touching, titty-squeezing, and other pre-sexual activity.  One couple in particular seemed almost ready to use the floor right there, but controlled themselves and went through the door.

I waited only a minute or so for Kim, but I was not prepared for the lovely vision that walked toward me.  Her hair was now in a ponytail, making her look like a sweet young schoolgirl, complete with a pretty schoolgirl smile.  I knew her body was lovely, but this was hardly real.  The pert little breasts that I remembered from our night together stood out and greeted me, dark pink areolae with pinkish brown nipples already hard with anticipation.  The gorgeous swell of her hips caused my cock to tremble, and her pussy was the same beautiful red color as her hair, neatly trimmed.  I could have married her right that minute.  We met and kissed with only a little of our pent-up passion and entered the main hall. 

The scene before me was astounding.  It was a very large room, mostly filled with low couches a bit smaller than double beds.  Around the sides were a few partially-sheltered alcoves, offering semi-privacy to those who preferred it.  In general, though, the club was meant for those who enjoyed their sex in public, and the large room primarily catered to them.  At the front were 2 raised areas that can only be described as stages.  Apparently those were meant for those who truly meant to put on a show.  I learned later that by the very lax rules of the club no sex was to be considered private and anyone was welcome to observe others as closely as he desired.  The area in front of the stages was open and free of couches and eventually I learned why that was true.

As we entered, one of the couches to the left was occupied by a naked young couple (actually, most of the patrons chose to be naked).  They were lying down, and she was giving him an intense blowjob.  It was obvious that he had very nearly reached the “point of no return” and even as we watched she suddenly raised up, gave his cock a couple of hard strokes, and watched his semen shoot into the air repeatedly, falling on his chest in large splashes.  When he finished, she lovingly sucked his cock clean, licked up every spot of sperm on his body, then fell into a deep and passionate kiss with him, obviously sharing the semen.  It was extremely erotic and my cock twitched eagerly.

The impatient couple that I saw in the common area had not wasted a moment.  We saw them several rows down on one of the couches and it seemed that they had not wasted a moment.  His cock was red and shiny as it pumped into her repeatedly, and her eyes were closed in apparent ecstasy.

Another couple was much more restrained.  Whether they had just arrived, too, or were merely taking a break we didn’t know.  But they were sitting quietly together observing the action about the room and gently stroking the other’s genitals.  It really didn’t seem sexual so much as pleasure-giving.  He would stroke her pussy in little circles for a while, then slip a finger through her slit, sometimes bringing it to his mouth to taste her juices.  Then perhaps a gentle stroke or two to her clit, which usually brought a catch in her breath.  And back to light circles.  Once in a while his finger would find her vagina and I could see it slip in for a moment.

For her part, she was holding his cock, moving slowly up and down, not nearly fast enough to make him cum.  She would ring the head, massaging that sensitive area just below, taste an occasional drop of pre-cum, squeeze his balls lightly, and just generally use his dick as a convenient toy.  They both seemed very content, though I could tell that even that light caressing was building sexual tension. 

Kim squeezed my hand and asked, “Well, what’s your pleasure?”

Actually, I was overwhelmed and overloaded. Never had I seen so many naked people in one place.  The array of titties and pussies and asses was mind-boggling.  I wanted to squeeze every tit and lick every pussy at once.  I was the proverbial donkey starving between two piles of hay.  “I don’t know,” I told her.  “Could we just wander around a while so I can see what fun is available?” 

“It’s all available.  That’s one of the rules of the club.  Absolutely any consensual act is allowed, however kinky or unusual, unless it involves actual injury.  You’ll probably see some things that you don’t like.  Certainly I have, but you don’t have to observe or participate in those.  And you may propose any sexual act to anyone here, without giving offense.  He or she may refuse, also without offense.”

As we wandered I could indeed see a variety of sexual acts.  Heterosexual sex, of course, in just about any position one can imagine, with varying numbers of participants.  Lesbian sex, some involving several women and some very creative toys.  Some male homosexuality, of course; their preference but not my cup of tea.  And yes, there were always those who became aroused by watching and needed a bit of self-gratification.  Very non-judgmental place.

I noticed that one young lady, apparently a gymnast, had gone into a handstand in the open area in front and had opened her legs, forming a wide “Y.”  Her companion had bent over and was eagerly licking and sucking and the happy noises that she made suggested that his efforts were appreciated.  After a few minutes, he stopped and indicated for others to come up and entertain her, too.  Eating pussy that way was a long-standing fantasy of mine, and I looked to Kim for approval.  “Of course,” she answered.  “That’s why you are here, to fulfill sexual fantasies.  Come on.” 

 As we got closer we could see that her pussy was shaved clean, and with her legs spread so widely the bright pink flesh inside gleamed with her juices.  I bent over and licked eagerly, becoming very aroused with her tangy taste.  Her clit was standing up proudly, and I nipped and sucked it several minutes, til she shuddered with an orgasm and I stepped back.  To my surprise, Kim took my place, French-kissing her cunt and giving her a generous tongue-fuck.  I noticed that one of Kim’s hands was very busy between her own legs. 

When Kim stepped back, I kissed her deeply, sharing the girl’s spicy juices.  “God, she tasted good, didn’t she?” Kim said.  “I would have loved to stay there and cum with her a few times.”

“You’re needing some attention yourself, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I asked her.  She nodded.  Her fingers were still stroking her clit lightly.

“Yeah, that got me really turned on.  You could see me squirming, couldn’t you?  Looks like you might have gotten a little turned on yourself, now that I notice.”  My cock was just about as hard as it gets, pointing at my chin, with the head bright and tight and shiny.

“Well, you know how eating pussy gets me heated up.  What say we find us a place and do something about it?”  We strolled over to a vacant couch and I urged her to lie back.  “Let’s see how you are tasting tonight.”

“I want some, too,” she told me.  “You definitely look good enough to eat.”  So I lay back and allowed her to move over me in 69 position.  She was thoroughly turned on.  She attacked my cock like it was her first sex in years, sucking hard and jacking me, almost as if she were trying to make me cum quickly.  And maybe that’s what she needed, a shot of cum in the face.  As soon as my tongue touched her cunt she began moving against my mouth, forcing me to her clit.  I had wanted to start off slowly, teasing her pussy, tickling the lips with my tongue, sucking her vagina a bit, and working gradually toward her clit.  Not this time.  My only choice was to suck and nibble on her clitty, pulling back occasionally to rub it hard with my fingers or push it down and to the sides.  She liked that.  But always I had to come back to sucking it hard and nipping with my teeth, and she would grind it harder into my face.

Her orgasm would be soon, and the way she was sucking my cock, so would mine.  I slipped two fingers into her vagina and moved them up to her “G” spot, and BANG, she lunged toward me in her first orgasm.  I knew she wasn’t finished and continued to suck and move my fingers in and out.  She had another and another, and on the last one she pushed me to the breaking point, too.  I began to gush semen into her sweet, soft mouth and if she lost a drop of it I wasn’t aware.  For a half minute or so we were animals, lost in our respective orgasmic bliss, unaware of any civilizing factor. 

They all end sometime, though, and I stroked her ass and legs gently, helping her to calm her body, then gently rolled her off me and moved up beside her to kiss and hold her.  I have found that a woman needs to be held after sex.  I continued stroking and kissing her gently til she turned to me.  “God, that was great, Rick.  I really needed that one.”

“So did I, angel, and y’know what?  You taste better than she did.  I could happily spend all night between your legs.”

She smiled at the compliment.  “That’s sweet, Rick, and thanks.  I was pretty frantic.”  She was quiet for a long moment.  “Was it awful of me?” 

“Was what awful, sweetheart?”

“When I sucked her pussy, was that awful?  I really hadn’t planned to do it.  But it looked so good when you were doing it and it smelled so wonderful that I just had to taste.  And it was worth it.  What a sweet and pretty cunt.”

Well, let me say here that when we talk of pretty cunts, you’ll seldom find one nicer than Kim’s.  As I mentioned, she trims closely.  Her pussy is really rather small, with pretty, puffy outer lips and very neat little inner lips.  Now, I really don’t mind the pussy lips that are kinda scalloped and free-flowing.  They are very, very sexy.  But to me, the neat kind like Kim’s is the prettiest.  I told her, “Babydoll, you said it yourself, this is a place to fulfill sexual fantasies.  Nothing you do is wrong.  Enjoy it.”

It looked like there was some new action up front, and I saw a woman and three men on one of the platforms.  I wondered if they were going to do a triple penetration, something that I have seen in pornos but didn’t believe anyone else really did.  One of the men lay down, and the woman straddled him with her back to him and slid his cock inside.  She then lay back across him and the second man straddled him, positioned himself carefully, and inserted his own cock into her cunt beside the first guy.  I had heard that this was possible, but never thought to see it.  The third man moved up for oral attention.  

It was incredibly erotic to see the two dicks moving in unison in her pussy.  They had to be synchronized, since otherwise one would push the other out.  Both were gleaming with her juices, and she was obviously in a state of bliss, lying back quietly and letting these two organs churn her pussy.  It must have been extremely erotic for the men, since it wasn’t long til one showed obvious signs of needing to cum.  He tried to control it, but since the other man was moving against him it was not possible.  Soon he loosed a blast of cum, then another and another.  Apparently this was a trigger.  She began to convulse and move against them and the other man also launched his own blast.  Her pussy couldn’t come close to holding it all.  A virtual torrent of cum came squishing out around the two cocks, and each man continued to thrust til there was nothing left to shoot.

Meanwhile, she had done a superb job on the third man, and just as the others finished he filled her mouth with several blasts of his own cum.  She was not up to the challenge, though, and most of it wound up on her tits. 

She slid off and lay next to the first man, eyes glazed and muscles still twitching.  If it hurt her she didn’t show it; as she lay there a smile appeared on her face and she looked at each of the men with affection.  I figured that this wasn’t their first time doing this.

There was further activity in the open area in front.  Five chairs were brought up, and five guys sat down in them, each sporting a rather impressive erection.  Apparently this was a more or less regular feature, because women immediately lined up in front of them, each woman in turn straddling the first guy, slipping his cock into her, giving him a dozen or so strokes, then moving to the next guy to do the same.  Obviously it was a contest to see which guy could hold out the longest without coming.

She looked at me.  “Rick, I want to do it.  I never have and I want to.” 

“It’s your night, babydoll.  Go for it.”

The women were trying their best to force the guys to come.  Some varied the rhythm, speeding up, then slowing down and milking the cock.  Some used a side to side or rotary motion.  Some just pushed down hard.  There was a prize for each woman who could make a guy come.

I must admit, I was just a little jealous as Kim mounted the first guy.  I really wanted her all to myself.  Silly of me.  She looked so pretty with those small, firm tits sticking straight out, her cute little red bush, and her ponytail.  As she mounted him, her lips formed an “O” and she sat a moment as her pussy adjusted.  Then she began to move in a circular up and down motion.  It was obviously stimulating the guy, but he held out as she moved to the next and did the same. 

As she moved down the line for the third time I could see that she was getting turned on.  Her skin had a light sheen of sweat and she seemed as interested in reaching her own orgasm as in producing one with the guy.  She wasn’t alone.  Most of the women were showing signs of arousal, and a few had reached an orgasm and dropped out.  Two of the guys definitely appeared to be straining to hold it back, and as I watched, one lost the battle and filled his current partner full of hot fluid.  As he lost it, he gave in completely and humped her hard.  They both grinned, and he kissed her and patted her ass as they got up to leave.  A couple of minutes later the other guy also bit the dust.

Kim put the third man out.  She was reaching her own peak when she got to him and she bounced frantically to achieve it.  It was too much for him.  As she puffed and humped through her orgasm he pumped her full of sperm.  They sat a minute or so, savoring the pleasant sensations, then she, like one of the other women, took her hot, soggy pussy to the next man. 

Only two men were left now, with three women.  Soon one of the women reached a strong orgasm and decided she had had enough.  Now the only women were Kim and another woman named Sheila.  They alternated on the men and soon Sheila made one of them cum, so the other guy won.  They didn’t stop, though, since there was a nice prize for the woman who made the last guy cum.  But in a few minutes I could see that Kim was punishing her clit and vagina during Sheila’s turn, and sure enough, as soon as Kim mounted again she began a hard, crushing orgasm.  She stayed on longer than her turn, though Sheila didn’t object, and when she finished she kissed Sheila soundly and told her, “I’ve had enough, babe; you finish him off.”

Sheila returned the kiss with interest and stroked Kim’s breast.  “Thanks.  Uh, you think maybe you and I could give it a try sometime?” 

Kim stroked Sheila just as intimately.  “I’d like that.”

Kim walked over to me and I teased her a bit.  “Hmm, was I seeing a little lez tendency there?”

She blushed.  “Y’know, I’m very seldom that way.  Most of the time I strongly prefer men.  But just occasionally I want the scent and softness of a woman.  Sheila is very nice.”

“So are you going to do a session with her?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe.  Would that bother you?”

I grinned.  “Not at all, so long as I get to watch.”

She grinned, too, as she led me to one of the couches.  “I think that would make it even hotter.”

We lay down, she with her mussed hair, flushed face, sweaty body, and soggy, fragrant pussy and I with a steel rod between my legs that needed exercise.  She was almost unbearably sexy.  But I knew that she wouldn’t be ready for sex for a while.

We lay and just held hands for a few minutes, then she surprised me.  “Rick, I’d like you to fuck me.  Not really hard or fast, and I’m tired, so I might not respond my best, but I’d like to feel you inside me.”  She paused.  “Would you do that?”

Would I do that?  I aimed my face toward the top of her legs and she said, “I don’t need any foreplay; you can just stick it in.”

“Give me just a moment, sweetheart.”  I knew what I was going to find, and I wasn’t going to miss this.  I moved my face close and inhaled deeply.  Omigod, what a variety of scents!  Her own sweet smell, of course, with lots of her more pungent sex scent thrown in, but also the salty smell of her sweat, the borrowed scents of the other women, and of course the smell of the semen already inside her.  I could almost cum right then.  I kissed her pussy gently, then more firmly, sliding my tongue through her slit.  It was so slippery that there was almost no friction at all.  Just sliding back and forth, licking and kissing, I tasted what I had smelled before.  Can anything be more erotic? 

I moved up over her and slid inside, kissing her.  She pulled back in mock dismay.  “Oh my god, is that the way I smell?”

“You smell wonderful, babydoll, very, very sexy, and no wonder.  You’ve been a busy little beaver.”  She stuck out her tongue at my pun and kissed me again, hard.  I began moving inside her, smoothly and gently, just making her feel loved.  It was a long time before I came.

“You’re quite a girl, Kim.  I don’t think I have ever known anyone so sweet and interesting and sexy.”

“I feel that way about you, too, Rick.  This has been one of my nicest nights ever.”

We spent the rest of the evening just watching, no more real sex.  Oh, there was kissing and cuddling and intimate touching.  I couldn’t keep my hands off her body and she was still fascinated with my cock.  She loved to play with it, hard or soft.

We have gone several times since then and experimented quite a bit with each other and with other members.  I have my own membership now and I’ve gone alone a few times when she wasn’t available.  Haven’t taken another girl, though.  Kim’s a pretty special girl and I want to see how this one works out.

pan style="mso-spacerun: yes">  This is a sequel to “Summer At Uncle Rob’s”,  posted 3/10/03. 

                                    

Very brief synopsis of earlier story:  Tom is 15, visiting with his family at his Uncle Rob’s farm in Indiana.  Tom has spent the morning enjoying sex with Rob’s lovely  and horny 17-year-old twin daughters, Judy and Janie, at the secluded north meadow on the farm, and they have just completed a very eventful nude horseback ride to the swimming hole.

          

When they reached the swimming hole, Janie dismounted slowly and gingerly, as though she were sore and stiff.  The saddle was still slippery with her cream.  “You’re gonna have to try it, Jude.  I mean, sex is good just about any time, but sex on horseback…  I just can’t describe it.  I’d swear his tool was hitting my tonsils.” 

                

“Oh, you can bet on it,” Judy replied.  “Wouldn’t miss it for anything, but maybe not today.  We’ll save something for tomorrow.  Y’know, though, you had Dusk going at a canter.  I think I’ll try it at a gallop.”

             

“Don’t do it, babe.  He’ll split you in two.” 

                 

“Helluva buzz, though,” Judy laughed. 

                

Janie looked over at Tom and glanced down.  “God, is that thing hard all of the time?” she asked him.

                 

He grinned.  “Well, maybe not all of the time, but it sure is when I’m standing in front of two luscious naked babes.”

                  

Janie grinned, too.  “That’s the right answer, bub.  C’mere.”  But she walked over to him instead, took his shoulders, and gave him a kiss that caused his cock to wiggle.  “That’s ‘thank you’ from Judy and me.  Who’s ready for a swim?” 

               

“I am,” said Janie, “what about you, Tom?”

                

“I’m sorta tuckered out, ladies.  I think I’ll just rest and watch you two for a while,” he answered.  He looked around.  The swimming hole looked too perfect to exist, like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting.  It was crystal clear, large enough for some serious swimming, and appeared plenty deep enough for diving.  And a tall rock on the other side was apparently used for just that purpose.  In addition, it had two huge trees overhanging it to jump from, along with the usual rope swing.  He didn’t know such a place existed outside the movies.

                  

“OK, suit yourself,” Judy answered.  She and Janie climbed the rock.  Janie took a mighty leap into the water, but Judy was more artistic, doing a neat swan dive.  They both swam around a bit, laughing and teasing, trying to dunk each other, and both climbed out a few times and dived from the rock or jumped off a branch of the tree.  Finally they had had enough, and came out to rest together on the soft grass. 

                       

After a while, Janie leaned over, put her arm around Judy, and gave her a gentle kiss.  Judy closed her eyes and accepted, hugging Janie back.  A second kiss lingered, and Judy moved her hand up to stroke Janie’s breast and play with the nipple, pulling Janie closer and returning the kiss with more enthusiasm.  Their hands began to roam, touching and stroking and caressing, and they were obviously becoming more excited each moment.  

                           

Tom had never seen two girls make love before, and he was entranced and greatly excited by it.  His dick had gotten even harder, and though he really didn’t want to cum right at the moment, he couldn’t keep his hand off it, squeezing and moving with a very slow up and down motion.

                            

By this time, the girls were actively playing with each other’s bodies.  Their kisses had become deep and passionate and Janie was moving a finger slowly in and out of Judy’s vagina.  Judy was still playing with Janie’s tits, but had closed her eyes and obviously had become very aroused. 

                    

Janie moved between Judy’s legs.  At first she didn’t touch Judy further, just putting her face close to Judy’s pussy and savoring the wonderful scent of aroused girl.  She inhaled deeply several times, and it seemed to turn her on more than anything that had yet happened.  Finally she reached out with her tongue, almost cautiously, and tasted the area between Judy ’s nether lips.  They both jerked as if by electrical shock and Judy moaned and quivered.  Janie moved forward and began lightly touching every part of Judy’s cunt with her tongue, exploring here and there, touching her clitoris, sliding through the slit, giving it a very slobbery French kiss, pushing it into Janie’s vagina, and then slipping a finger into Judy’s asshole.  Judy jumped, but did not complain, and Janie began moving it in and out, sometimes pushing deeply inside to stimulate her further. 

                            

Tom had moved close, to watch and to enjoy some of that wonderful girl-smell himself.  He was trying very hard not to masturbate, but his fist was moving up and down in spite of anything he could do.  He couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss Judy as she enjoyed the lovely things that Janie was doing, and Judy enveloped his mouth and responded happily. 

                   

Janie had moved to Judy’s clit and was clearly pushing her toward orgasm.  She had left the asshole and now she was rapidly moving two fingers in and out of Judy’s pussy, finger-fucking her as strongly as she possibly could while biting and sucking on her clit.  Judy’s breathing was quick and ragged and she was bucking as if on a wild horse. 

                  

Finally the dam broke and she screamed as if tortured, raising her pussy as high as it would go, over and over again.  It was more than Tom could take.  He was leaning over Judy to kiss her again when his cum boiled out, one spurt after another, landing mostly on her tits and stomach, but decorating her face also.  Over and over it spurted, and when it was finally done he leaned down, gave her another deep kiss, then licked the semen from her face. 

                 

Janie, meanwhile, was giving herself a hard finger-fuck, and in another minute or so she also enjoyed a powerful orgasm.  She had worked very hard to give Judy pleasure, and Tom leaned over and gave her a deep kiss also.  Then the three of them collapsed on the grass in a jumble of naked bodies and soggy genitals.

                        

“God,” Tom finally gasped.  “Do you girls do that often?” 

                               

For a moment it seemed that no one was going to answer.  He eventually realized that both girls were so spent that they could hardly speak.  Finally Janie ventured, “Not that way, bud.  Sure, we’ve made love before, lots of times, but it was never like this.  I dunno whether it’s the weather or the time of month or what, but that was a doozy.  Maybe it was a beautiful stud standing over us with his cock standing out for inspiration.  I’m not sure I could take ‘em like that very often, anyway.”

                    

Shadow had become interested, too, and had wandered over to sniff at Janie’s very fragrant pussy.  She started to draw away, then realized that he meant no harm and let him sniff.  It was Judy who noticed.  “My god, Janie-babe, look at Shadow’s cock!”  It had left its sheath and was standing outward a foot and more. 

                            

“Wow, how would a thing like that feel inside you?” Janie said.

                                            

“You’d never live through it,” Judy ventured, “but it’d be a helluva way to die.  “Hey Tom, ever see a horse shoot his load?”  Tom hadn’t, of course, being a city boy.  And for that matter, neither had most farm dwellers, unless they were breeders or horny teens like these.  Judy slid up under the horse and began to touch its cock.  The huge member twitched a bit and grew even larger.  Judy began to masturbate it, moving back and forth with long strokes befitting its size.  Janie did her part by staying where she was and letting Shadow continue to smell her pussy.

                           

And Tom?  Perhaps they were right about his cock, because it began to get hard yet again as he watched the action.  He looked down at Judy’s sweaty naked body, and it stood straight up again.  In spite of all that had happened, he still wasn’t totally sure of himself, and as he moved toward Judy, he looked at her for approval.  She was very busy, but she gave him a small nod of assurance and went back to working Shadow’s cock. 

                        

He knelt between her legs and slipped his cock home and again felt that lovely hot female flesh around his dick.  He almost felt that he could cum right then, but paused a moment to calm himself and slipped into the same rhythm that she was using on Shadow’s cock.  It seemed to please her, and as he began to pump her more vigorously, she did the same to Shadow.  Eventually he was banging her pussy as hard as he could and she was pumping Shadow so hard it must have hurt him. 

                           

And suddenly Shadow let fly, but his ejaculation was nothing like a man’s.  No, it was a gushing torrent.  Janie was lying in front of the horse, but even that was close enough to be splashed by his semen.  Gleefully, she cupped her hands, gathered some of it in, and licked it from her hands.  Spurt after copious spurt came forth, then Tom joined him, filling Judy’s pussy with a release that a girl could tolerate.  She continued to buck against him until all was quiet again.

                            

Again they all fell back into the soft grass, exhausted.  “OK,” Tom finally gasped.  “I think I’m ready for that swim now.”

                                

The swimming hole was every bit as nice as it looked.  They all swam and dived, chased each other, exchanged some intimate touching, dunked each other, yelled, and otherwise did everything one could expect of three young people at a swimming hole.  Tom couldn’t remember ever enjoying a swim so much.

                                 

Janie decided to swim some laps, but Judy and Tom decided that they had had enough for the moment and climbed out of the pond.  They moved over to the grass and lay down for a little while, resting and exchanging a few intimate touches, then Judy stood up and went over to one of the trees.  Tom thought she would jump back in or use the rope swing, but instead she moved over to a low limb hanging over the grass, sat down, then leaned back to hang by her knees.  This put her pussy right at eye level, open and inviting, and Tom knew an invitation when he saw one. 

                      

He also remembered that he hadn’t tasted Judy yet, so he moved over to join her, his cock becoming firmer with every step.  He stood and admired her cunt.  Her knees were a couple of feet apart, so her pussy was spread wide and he could even see the bright pink flesh inside.  He had an idea, and began stroking her body.  Very lightly, almost tickling, he touched everywhere but her pussy.  As he did so, he began blowing gently on her cunt.  Lower legs and feet, outside and back of her thighs (but not inside yet), the luscious globes of her ass, her back, each part received attention.  She was gasping, understanding and appreciating what he was doing, but becoming very aroused.  He stroked that wonderful curve that women have between the chest and hips, once, twice, a third time.  God, do girls even know how sexy that curve is?  His cock became even harder as he did that.  He stroked down her chest, circling but not touching her tits, caressing her neck, inside her upper arms, inside the elbows.  Lightly, just touching, still blowing on her pussy.  

                         

She was trembling, wishing her would touch her pussy and yet frantically enjoying the stimulation and anticipation.  He let his hands brush her breasts, circling them, caressing the nipples but not stopping, continuing the journey.  Her breathing was now raw gasps, a desperate hunger for fulfillment, and her body was twitching uncontrollably.  “Ogod, Tom, that feels so good, so good, ogod, I’m on fire, but you’ve got to touch my pussy now.  Please?  It really needs it.  Please?”

                             

He knew that he was giving her sexual pleasure that he hadn’t known to exist, and he wanted to extend it as long as possible.  He moved his hands to her inner thighs, still stroking, mostly little circles, edging oh so slowly toward her cunt.  When he finally reached it he caressed her outer lips, still blowing, teasing his way to the center.  Even in a hanging position she was trying hard to hump his hand.   As he reached her slit he lowered his head and kissed her cunt very gently, then once again, slipping his tongue up her slit.  She was so aroused that a small river of juice was running down, over her clit, across her stomach, even down past her tits.  He put out his tongue and licked from her waist all the way to her twat, sucking the sweet juice into his mouth.  God, how wonderful she tastes. If she could bottle this she would make millions.  Hmm, a little different from Janie, though, just a little spicier, I think.  Guess they aren’t totally identical after all. 

                                 

He continued licking  up to her clitoris, stopping there to flick it gently a few times, pushing it this way and that, then sucking hard, the way she had him do Janie.  She jumped so hard that she almost fell, and he had to steady her.  She was panting uncontrollably.  “Ogod, Tom, suck hard, hard.  Pinch my nipples.”  He pinched both at once.  “No, harder.”  He pinched harder, twisting a little.  “Goddamit, pinch my fucking nipples!” she yelled.  “HARD!  Hurt me!  HURT ME!”  He pinched as hard as he could, and she launched into the most intense orgasm that any of them had yet had.  Screaming.  “Aiee, do it!  Ogod, I can’t stand it!  Suck, Tom!  Do it!  C‘mon, twist my nipples!”  More of this.  He had to stop pinching her nipples to hold her on the limb.  She was totally out of control, bucking and jumping about.  And an impossible thing happened.  He came.  He came without being touched at all, just by being an intimate part of her crashing orgasm.  By this time his mouth was buried between her legs, sucking as hard as he could.  He spurted and spurted, mostly hitting her breasts and neck, but dripping some onto her face, too.  She didn’t seem to notice.

                             

She bucked and bucked, and he thought she would never finish.  Still screaming.  Janie rushed out of the pond and ran over, just as Tom lifted her down from the limb and laid her gently on the grass.  She seemed almost insane, still twitching and humping her pussy, but gradually calmed down and eventually lay quietly on the grass, as spent as though she had run a marathon. 

                                   

“Judy, honey, are you OK?” Janie asked worriedly.  She stroked Judy’s brow and hair gently, hoping to calm her.  Tom didn’t know what to do, but he held her hand. 

                                     

She lay that way a long time with her eyes closed, almost seeming to sleep.  Finally she sighed deeply and murmured, “Yeah, I’m OK.”  Deep sigh.  “I’m OK.”  Long pause.  “Janie, sweetheart, I hope you have an orgasm that way someday.  It can’t happen often; I think it’s almost impossible.  He hit just the right combination and my body went berserk.  Every nerve fired and I saw stars and had no more control than an epileptic.  I was a sex machine.  Nothing existed but that orgasm.”  She quivered again.  “Ogod.  Tom, I will never be able to thank you enough for that.  I may never have another one like it.” 

                            

They lay beside her, still stroking her and loving her as she continued to come down from the overwhelming experience, lying quietly a long while.  “Let’s clean her up, Tom,” Janie told him.  They both leaned over her and began licking the globs of cum that Tom had deposited, still caressing her.  Tom was surprised that his semen actually tasted pretty good.  When they finished, Janie leaned over and kissed Tom hard, sharing the cum that they had licked from Judy’s lovely body.

                               

Judy seemed almost back to normal.  “Quick dip to wash off the sweat and cum?” she suggested.  They all ran to the pond and spent a few minutes playfully washing each other, joking and doing their usual intimate touching.          

                       

As they were climbing out they heard horse hooves.  “Huh, now who could that be?” asked Janie.

“Gotta be Brad,” Judy answered.  “None of the adults ever come up here, and he’s the only one of our friends who ever comes uninvited.”  She turned to Tom.  “You’ll like Brad,” she told him.  “Really nice guy, funny and interesting, one of our favorite studs, and he has one certain quality that Janie and I especially like.” 

                        

“What’s that?”  Tom asked.

                                   

“Um, I believe we’ll just let you find out for yourself.  You’ll recognize it, I think.”

                               

And about that time Brad’s horse came around the trees, with Brad sporting a great big smile.  “Hiya ladies,” he said.  “Thought I heard some boisterous behavior here and thought I’d come take a look.”  He looked back and forth, from one girl to the other and smiled more broadly.  “And I’m glad I did.  You seem to be dressed rather informally today.”

                               

Judy grinned.  “Yeah, and you do know about dressing informally, if I remember correctly.  Hey Brad, this is our cousin Tom.  You remember I told you he would be visiting.” 

                           

Brad dismounted and walked over to Tom.  “Welcome, Tom.  Hope these two hot bitches aren’t wearing you out too badly.” 

                   

Tom was a bit self-conscious, being naked around a stranger, but no one else seemed to think it unusual, so he ignored it and grinned.  “Well, they’ve kept me busy, I admit that.”

                          

“Hey Jude, looks to me like our pal Brad has a problem.  Do you see a problem?”

                        

“Yep, looks like a problem to me.  He seems to have an embarrassing lump in his shorts.”

                        

“Just what I thought.  Nothing worse than lumpy shorts.  Anything we could do about that?”

                          

“Well, just a thought, but if he were to take off his shorts, he wouldn’t have an embarrassing lump anymore.  Whatcha think, Brad?”

                    

Brad was grinning broadly.  Apparently this was a little game they played sometimes.  “Well, you know how modest I am.  I may need help.”

                    

It didn’t matter.  Janie and Judy had already descended upon him and removed his shirt and shorts.  And when the shorts came off, Tom gasped.  He had never seen a penis that size, even in porn pictures.  Jeez, that thing’s gotta be more than nine inches, and it’s not even hard yet!  Godonlyknows how big it’s gonna be when it’s really stiff.   

                         

Janie looked over at him.  “Whaddya think, Tom?  Isn’t that one beautiful tool?  Brad actually does try to modest about it, but it really gets the attention.”

                         

Janie gave Judy a questioning look.  “Judybabe?”

                  

“Jesus, go for it.  I can’t move.  Tom and I will just watch and enjoy.  I think we’ve tuckered him out for now anyway, and I know I’m tuckered.”                         

                   

Jamie knelt down in front of Brad and began to inspect his cock.  Not really doing much with it, she moved it side to side, up and down, looking closely as if to see if it had any new freckles or anything.  She kissed the head lightly, then went to his balls and did the same, moving them back and forth, squinting closely at them, finally kissing each one gently in turn.  With even this gentle attention, his dick was swelling more and more, standing up proud and tall, begging for more attention.

                          

Tom couldn’t take his eyes off it, either.  As far as he knew, he didn’t have any gay tendencies, but still, the thing was really impressive.  He’d always thought he had a pretty decent cock but compared to that… 

                     

Judy recognized the expression on his face.  “Hey stud, don’t worry,” she whispered.  “No girl in her right mind would want that log as a steady diet.  It’s just nice for an occasional adventure.”  She reached over and lifted his mostly soft tool.  “On the other hand, this could keep her happy night and day for a long time.”  She leaned over and kissed him, very softly at first, then a bit more firmly, still gently massaging his cock.  He put his arm around her and held her close as they lay back on the grass.  She obviously didn’t need any more sex at the moment, and neither did he, but the kisses were sweet and relaxing and she sighed as he gently played with her nipples.  They turned to watch Janie and Brad.   

                         

 Janie was kissing and licking now, massaging his balls and leaving slobbery trails all over his huge shaft.  She reached the head and licked off a sizeable drop of pre-cum, closing her eyes and savoring the taste.  Brad’s eyes were also closed as he enjoyed the attention of this lovely and enthusiastic female.  Janie sipped at it a while, licking and feeling its texture with her tongue, absorbing the taste, moving her fingers up and down his shaft.  His occasional quick breaths were evidence of her skill. 

                                     

 Brad opened his eyes and stroked her blond hair.  “Hey beautiful,” he said softly, “can I do you, too?”  Janie looked up at him, back down at his cock, gave it one more hard suck, then lay back onto the grass.  He lay down beside her and she moved over him in 69 position.  Her pussy was wet and fragrant, and he grinned as he approached it, inhaling the rich scent.  “God, you smell wonderful, babydoll, and I know you taste just as good,” he whispered, then settled into kissing and licking and sucking, slipping a finger into her for further entertainment.  Janie trembled as she resumed her own sucking.

              

After a few minutes of this, she told him breathlessly, “OK bud, I think I’m ready, but take it easy, all right?  Gimme time to adjust.”  Brad didn’t need to be told; every girl needed him to go slowly.  He turned her over gently and rubbed a generous amount of saliva on his cock to help with penetration.  As he placed the head against her cunt he rubbed it back and forth several times to let her juice help further.  Then he began to push, slipping it in, out a little, and in further, allowing her vagina time to expand.  Her mouth opened in a silent scream, but she urged him on.  Soon he had it in as far as it would go and began to pump slowly, milking his cock in her pussy.  The look on her face said that it was a strain, but worth the effort.  She was obviously enjoying it.   

                    

Eventually he began to pick up the pace and they both began breathe harder as they pushed toward their climax.  “Uh, uh, goddamn, almost there.  C’mon, do it,” she told him.  He was no longer being gentle, pounding her with his huge rod as she pushed back against him.  There was a faint slosh sound every time he pushed in, and she was growing more and more frantic.  “Now!  Now!  Push, dammit!”  He pushed hard, knowing that he was bumping against her cervix.  “O Goddddddddddd!” she wailed as she hit her peak.  “Oooooo!”  Brad pounded a few more times, then he, too, straightened and trembled and shot his load, over and over again.  Tom and Judy could see the cum squishing out from around his cock, and finally he finished, kissed her tenderly, and rolled over beside her.

                        

They lay back, gasping and spent, looking up at the sky.  No one spoke for a long time.  “Whew!” Janie finally said.  “Was that fun or what?  I think my ovaries are in my throat now.  Do I look different?”

                      

“You look freshly and thoroughly fucked,” Judy told her.  “And I know what he can do.  It’s a good ride.”  She looked over at Brad, who was still lying with his eyes closed, and gently caressed his penis.  “My turn next time, big boy, and I’ll expect you to move my ovaries around a bit, too.”  She smiled and leaned over to kiss him. 

                            

He smiled back.  “My pleasure, darlin’.  Can’t wait.”

             

Judy sat up.  “Guys, you may not believe this, considering what a horny bitch I am, but I think I’ve had enough for a little while and I’m gettin’ hungry.  What say we ride back and see if it’s anywhere near dinnertime?”

                              

“Fine by me,” Tom told her.  “Uh Janie, wanna help me clean the pussy juice off my saddle?” 

                      

 

 

 

 

 

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    “Yeah, I guess so. Mom was cleaning, too. I decided to get away before she made me help. Can I watch?” Without waiting for an answer she flopped down in my favorite chair.

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    I decided to ignore it and kept talking with her about various mundane things. I could see her staring at my cock and as we talked I couldn’t help peeking down at her pretty pink pussy. Did I mention that her titties, though fairly small, were already lovely half globes? I peeked at those, too.

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    Yes, she was teasing me and she knew what she was doing. Presently she lifted her other leg up to the seat and showed me her whole pussy, all the way back to her asshole. God, even that was pretty! The blushing pink of her vagina was right in sight. I could feel the pre-cum gathering, and I knew that if I didn’t do something I’d soon start dripping. Hard to be nonchalant about that. I decided that maybe it was time to confront the problem.

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    “Lisa, uh, I know what you are staring at. I have an erection and I can’t seem to do anything about it.”

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    “You mean you have a hard-on, Mr. Baines?”

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    “Oh, I noticed that, Mr. Baines, and I don’t mind. I think it’s sorta nice. Don’t you think it’s nice to have a hard-on?”

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    “Well, it does feel good, Lisa, but I don’t think I’m supposed to be hard when I’m alone with a pretty young girl.”

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    “Do you really think I’m pretty, Mr. Baines?”

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    “You know I do, Lisa. That’s why I’m hard. You tease me to make me get hard, don’t you?”

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    She grinned and lowered her eyes. “Yeah, well, I guess so, sometimes. I like to see it get hard. It sorta makes me get tingly down there. I tease some of the boys that way sometimes, but they don’t have as much control as you do. They usually get hard right away and a lot of times they are embarrassed about it. They pretend they have to go to the bathroom and pee, but they don’t really.Â

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    “Well, you know. They go to beat off, you know, masturbate, so it will go down.”

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    “I know what ‘beat off’ means.”

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    “Billy Jenkins doesn’t get embarrassed, though. One time he did it right in front of me. It was fun. He held his hard-on right out there for me to see and put his hand around it and went up and down and after a little while he closed his eyes and grunted a little and it started spitting out white stuff. It was pretty messy.” She looked down, maybe a little embarrassed herself. “It made me really get tingly, though. I, uh, sorta started playing with mine, too, and he liked watching me. He wanted me to show him how girls do it and I showed him how I rub my little button and after a while I grunted, too, and it got really warm and tingly. He got a hard-on again while I was doing it and I asked him if I could make it shoot the white stuff.”Â

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     She giggled again. “Oh no, he was really excited. I held it like he did and it felt really warm, hard on the inside but soft on the outside, like the skin didn’t quite fit or something, and the top felt sorta spongy. I liked it a lot. I moved my hand up and down and after a little while he started breathing real fast and the white stuff came out again. He told me to keep doing it till it stopped.Â

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    “You like looking at my body, don’t you? I’ve seen you staring at my pussy and my little titties. That’s why I sit so you can see my whole pussy. I like to see you get hard.”

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    I grinned back. “Well, at least now we know where we stand.”

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    “Yeah, you are standing pretty tall right now,” she giggled. “You want to fuck me, don’t you, Mr. Baines?”

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    “Lisa! Where did you learn that word?”

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    “Well, it’s the right word, isn’t it? You think I’m pretty and you want to fuck me.”Â

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    “Lisa, I think just about any reasonably healthy male who’s old enough to do it would want to fuck you. You are very pretty and very sexy. But I mustn’t do that. I could get into a lot of trouble, even go to prison.”

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    “Oh, I wouldn’t tell anyone. Do you want to touch me? I’ll let you touch me. I’d like for you to touch me.”

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    “I could get into trouble just for touching you, jeez, even for looking at you and getting a hard-on. But you’re right; it does feel good to look at your body and get hard.”

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    She grinned again. “Sure you don’t want to touch me? You could touch me here.” She ran her fingers across her left nipple and I watched it stand out and get hard. She flipped it back and forth with her finger. “Or here.” She took her right nipple into her thumb and fingers and rolled it around. If anything, that one got even bigger and harder than the other and as she played with it I could hear her breath catch. She was enjoying it. “Or…” she paused and looked straight into my eyes, “you could touch me here any way you want.” And she slipped her fingers between the folds of her little smooth pussy and began to play with her clitoris and vagina. “That’s what I would like the very most.” I could see on her face that touching herself that way was turning her on. She slipped a finger into her vagina and closed her eyes as she wiggled it inside.Â

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    She came over to the ladder and reached up. “Or I could touch you.” She touched my cock gently, just stroking it on top and making it jiggle. Her touch felt fiery to my ultra-sensitive cock. She began to squeeze it lightly, just feeling its texture all the way down, then took it into her hand and moved it the way I had been doing. It was incredibly exciting. “Is this the right way to do it, Mr. Baines?”

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    “Lisa, if you do much of that, I’m going to cum. You know what that means, don’t you?”

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    She grinned again. “Yeah, I know; it’s what Billy did. When I do it to myself I don’t shoot white stuff. It feels really good, though.”

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    “No, you don’t shoot white stuff. The white stuff is what makes babies, and you don’t want to do that for a long time. Here, let me get down from this ladder.”

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    I got down and sat in my chair, and she started jacking me again while playing with her pussy with the other hand. It was obvious that she had masturbated a lot, and soon both of us were breathing very heavily.

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    “I think this is it, honey,” I told her, and sure enough a few seconds later I shot my first jet of cum onto my chest, followed by several more. She kept jacking me while pushing her middle finger in and out of her pussy rapidly. Just as I finished she stopped jacking me and pushed the finger up as far as it would go, closing her eyes and shuddering over and over. It was a good orgasm. I could tell.

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    Finally she opened her eyes and looked at me. “Omigod, Mr. Baines, it never felt that good when I did it by myself. That was such a good one! Did it feel good for you?”

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    “Honey, as far as I know, anytime a guy cums it feels good. Maybe some are better than others, but it’s always good.” I looked at the cum on my chest. “This was one of the very good ones.” She had just cum, and I could smell her pussy. I just had to touch it, and reached out my hand to slide it through her little slit.

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    “Ogod, do that some more. It feels so good.” I kept sliding the fingers til they were very wet and slick, then began stroking her clitty. She began to pant and I could tell that she had never really come down from the last orgasm and was ready for more.Â

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    I led her over to the couch. “Lie back, sweetheart, and let me make it feel even better.” To hell with prison time, I was going to taste this 13-year-old snatch. I laid her back, opened her legs, and gazed at the prettiest and sweetest-smelling pussy I’ll ever see.

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    “Oh gosh, you’re not really gonna lick it, are you, Mr. Baines?”

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    “You bet I am, Lisa.”

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    “But don’t you think it’s gross? I mean, I just came, and it’s all gooey.”

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    “Oh, that just makes it better. Don’t you like the taste of your pussy? I bet you have licked your fingers after you came.”

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    “Well yeah, and I liked it, but that’s ‘cause it’s me. Seems like anyone else would think it’s just gross and stinky.”

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    I kissed her pussy, first sweet, light kisses all over it, then gradually using my tongue to lick gently. Yes, she just came, and my tongue was gathering up all of the wonderful girl-cum that it could, savoring the lovely aroma and taste. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily, pushing her cunt toward my hungry mouth. Stinky, no. This was a sweet and intoxicating smell of young, aroused pussy. My cock was already very hard again.

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    I was still licking very gently, not really eating pussy yet, but I could tell that she was close to another orgasm, and she confirmed it. “Omigod, Mr. Baines, I think I’m gonna cum again. Omigod, omigod, here it comes. Ogod, it feels so good. Please, just keep doing that.” She bucked hard against me, but I continued the gentle licking as she enjoyed this orgasm.

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    As it began to fade, I plastered my face against her cunt and began pussy-sucking in earnest, pushing her clit with my tongue, nipping it, sucking it, tongue-fucking that lovely virgin hole. I was so excited that I thought I would cum without ever touching my cock. By this time she was raising up and pushing her pussy against me as hard as she could, and this time I let her do it, mashing my face into it and sucking up all of the juices that I could, eating her girl-flesh for all I was worth.Â

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    She was not even coherent this time. It was just a long wail, a perpetual “Ohhhhh” as she came and came and came. I’m not really sure how many orgasms she strung together, but I envied her for being able to do it.Â

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    As she slumped down for the final time I continued to lick gently and sip the juices, kissing on her pussy and all around it, stroking her legs and tummy and ass. When I knew that she was almost calm I moved over to kiss her, holding her close and letting the final spasms die.

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    “Oh god, Mr. Baines, that was so incredible. Is that what I have to look forward to when I grow up? I don’t know how many of those I could take.”

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    “Well, it won’t always be that good, but sex can be awfully nice when two people share and try to bring pleasure to each other.”

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    “But I haven’t given you pleasure.”

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    “Oh darlin’, I can’t tell you how much pleasure that was for me. Many men truly enjoy eating pussy, and I’m one of them.”

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    “Yes, but you’re hard again and you didn’t cum. Do you want me to make you cum again? Do you want me to do you like you did me? I’ve never done it, but I will if you’ll show me how.”

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    Christ almighty, was this lovely 13-year-old telling me that she was willing to suck my dick? “Sweetheart, are you sure you want to do that? You can see that it gets pretty gooey when I cum, too.”

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    “I can handle that.” I sat down beside her, my erection pointing toward the sky. She took my cock into her hands and just played with it for a bit, moving it side to side, squeezing the top and the shaft and feeling my balls. In spite of good intentions, though, she was a little hesitant to put it into her mouth, and I was not going to press her to do it. Finally she leaned down and licked the head, then pulled back as if to test the taste. Apparently it was acceptable, since she leaned down again and put her lips onto it, sipping gently. It was extremely exciting to see her beautiful blonde head going down and to feel her lips on my cock.

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    “Am I supposed to put it all into my mouth?” she asked doubtfully.Â

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    “Well, many women do that, but you can do it your way. Almost anything you do will feel nice, but be careful of the teeth; they can really hurt.”

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    She put her head over it again and lowered it, sucking a goodly portion of my cock into her mouth. Perhaps instinctively, she licked all around it and began gently jacking me, raising her head as if to ask if it was OK. I nodded. She was experimenting and finding all of the right things to do. Remembering how I stroked her, I guess, she began stroking my balls, thighs, and ass. No woman had ever done that. I was already very turned on from eating her and I could feel the cum begin to boil in my balls. She was sucking harder now and I knew that I was ready.

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    “I’m going to cum now, sweetheart.” She lifted her head, then apparently thought better of it.

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    “OK.” She fastened her lips around the head again and jacked me hard. The first spurt surprised her and she pulled her head back, getting the second spurt on her cheek. But she clamped back down and gamely took the rest into her mouth. When I was finished, though, she couldn’t decide what to do, holding it in her mouth. She really didn’t want to swallow it, and finally ran to the bathroom to spit it into the sink.

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    I heard her get a drink of water, then she came back and sat down. “Gosh, I dunno, Mr. Baines, was I supposed to swallow it? It was sorta slimy and I wasn’t sure I could. But it didn’t taste real bad.”

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    “It’s OK, honey, sometimes women swallow it and sometimes they spit it out like you did. It still felt wonderful. As you get older and get used to the taste you might decide to swallow it after all, but it doesn’t matter much.”

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    “Wow, this is so fantastic. I don’t think I ever felt so good. Can we do this again?”

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    “Well, we can’t do it very often, sweetheart. If people see you coming over too often they will figure out what’s happening and I’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

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    She grinned and giggled a little. “Uh, well, other times too, but what I really meant was, can we do it again now?”

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    “Well, I don’t really know what ‘satisfied’ means, ‘cause I’m just learning, but I think I could cum again and I think it would feel just as good, maybe better, now that I know a little more about it. You know what I really want, though, don’t you, Mr. Baines?”

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    Yeah, I knew exactly what she really wanted, and I wanted it, too, but I was not quite sure I was ready to commit myself to statutory rape yet, as lovely as she was. We were sitting and touching each other intimately, caressing and probing and kissing and licking, and we were both becoming aroused again. Her small breasts had unusually large nipples, and her areolas puffed forward in that wonderfully feminine way that some do. She loved for me to play with her nipples. When she opened her legs wide for me to touch her pussy I could feel that it was becoming wet again and quivering a little.Â

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    As she began to play with my soft cock it responded, slowly gaining in size and firmness. She was fascinated to feel it growing in her hand. I was very surprised that I could cum twice and still get hard again that soon. It certainly demonstrates the power of a 13-year-old beauty upon a man. She kept playing with my penis and learning all she could about it. Who was I to object? “Oh wow, this is so neat. I mean, feeling it getting bigger like that. It’s so little and floppy when it’s soft.”

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    She was learning more about kissing, too. At first she really didn’t know what to do with her tongue or how to vary the suction to make it more exciting. But as we kissed and played with each other’s bodies she was making it more and more erotic and driving our arousal to even greater heights. And she was learning what to do with my cock, caressing it softly, even tickling it and my balls a bit, then grasping it firmly and pulling to the end for a few seconds before she jacked me a few more strokes.Â

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    Then I noticed a detail that I had missed before. “Lisa, your hymen is gone. When did that happen?”

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    She giggled again. “You mean my cherry? Gosh, you talk sorta fancy sometimes. Anyway, my mom has this thing that vibrates and I’ve seen her use it a few times. I found out where she hides it and a couple of months ago I decided to use it and break my cherry. I thought maybe if I did it myself it wouldn’t hurt as much, but it still stung a lot and bled some. Felt really good after that, though, especially when I turned it on.”

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    “Does your mom know about this?”

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    “Omigod no, she’d kill me. I always wash it off really carefully and put it back right the way she had it.”    Â

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    Even though I had already watched her masturbate I got harder than ever at the vision of this little girl sprawled out with a vibrator in her pussy. My resolve was very quickly evaporating. “Lisa, I really do want to do it. You are so beautiful and exciting and sweet. Are you sure that it’s what you want?”

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    “Oh yes, Mr. Baines. I knew when I came here today that I was going to get you to fuck me if I could. I’m ready. I can do it. I know I can, even though your thing is bigger than the vibrator.” She leaned down and took my cock into her mouth again, licking and sucking the tip so that the rumbles started in my balls again.Â

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    I couldn’t resist any longer. “Let’s go into the bedroom where we will be more comfortable.”

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    I had her lie back as I sat at her feet. “Just relax, sweetheart. I’m going to try to make this the best one yet.” I began at her toes, gently taking each one into my mouth and sucking it and nibbling. Very slowly. Playing between her toes. Caressing her legs very lightly. Kissing the bottoms and tops of her feet. Very slowly. I heard her breath catch. She wanted me to get to the business end. I was very hard, and after cumming twice it even hurt a bit, but I wanted to make this a memorable experience for her.Â

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    I continued to caress and kiss her feet, then began moving up her legs, kissing and stroking, leaving little wet spots all along the way. She finally understood what I was doing and lay back and relaxed, savoring the sensations that I was giving her, but I felt her body jerk occasionally. As I reached her knees I lifted her legs and licked the back of the knees, kissing and sucking. Her breathing kicked up a notch.Â

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    As I kissed on up her legs I allowed my fingers to stroke inside the very tops of her thighs, and I could feel her moving to get them to touch her pussy, but the time was not right for that yet. I kissed inside her thighs, taking a long time, then moved up the side of her pubis. I could feel her frustration. “Please…,” she whispered. I kissed and licked her tummy and belly button as I stroked her body, then slowly moved up to surround each breast with light kisses, working inward to lick around each nipple, then suck and nibble on each one. She was frantic. “Please, Mr. Baines, if you are going to do it…” I kissed her neck and under her chin, then moved to her lips with a very long, gentle kiss, just touching her lips with my tongue. Finally she grabbed my head and crushed her lips to mine, sucking wildly while pressing her cunt toward my body. She was ready. I could smell her arousal and feel her excitement.  Â

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    I quickly retrieved a condom from the nightstand and slipped it on. “OK, honey, if you need me to stop, just say so. Say that word and I will stop immediately.” I moved down to place my cock at her entrance and lifted her legs to my shoulders so that the angle would be right. She was incredibly wet and slippery, and I had no trouble slipping the head inside. I had to move a little at a time, though, allowing her to adjust, but the vibrator had done its job and she took me in happily.Â

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    “Omigod, Mr. Baines, that feels so wonderful,” she panted. “I feel so full. But it’s what it’s made for, it’s what I’m made for. God, it feels so good.” I began moving against her, slowly but picking up the pace, and she began to move against me. Yes, it was her first time, but her body knew what to do and she knew what felt good to her. Soon our bodies were slapping together as we both sought our sexual goals, and she was so aroused that I felt certain that she would have an orgasm.Â

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    She began to hit my body hard, but she was very quiet. “Uh…uh…uh,” was all I could hear, but as she hit harder it got louder. She panted hard. “Oh god, I think this is it. Oh god, it feels good. Just a little more. Come on. Come ON!” Just a few seconds later she came. Not much sound, but she grabbed my head and kissed me harder than I have ever been kissed before, crushing her mouth against mine and holding me there while the spasms controlled her body. I don’t think I ever saw a woman have a more violent orgasm. It went on and on, and as it began to subside I moved quickly and came one last time myself.Â

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    She took a very long time to come down, repeatedly having another spasm, then relaxing again. I held her tightly the whole time, caressing and kissing her lightly. But it can’t last forever. I finally felt that she was done and withdrew and rolled over beside her, still holding her tightly. She just lay there. “Wow.” Long silence. I kissed her again, a sweet, gentle, après sex kiss. “Oh god, it will never be that good again. It can’t be. That was wonderful.”

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    “I know, honey; me too.” What the hell could I say? It was the best sexual experience I ever had. “Are you OK?”

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    “OK? I’ve never been so OK in my whole life. I want to laugh and cry and scream all at the same time. I want to run outside and tell everyone how wonderful it was. But I know I can’t do that. I want to hold you and kiss you and never leave. And I can’t do that, either. But I can thank you. You made my first time the best it could possibly be, and I won’t ever forget it.” She kissed me, a sweet, lingering kiss of love, not passion.Â

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    “Want to take a shower, sweetheart? We can’t have you leaving here smelling like sex, can we?”

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    She giggled. “OK. Can we do it together?”

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    “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” The shower was predictable. We washed each other, but played with each other a lot, too. After cumming three times I didn’t get hard again, but she enjoyed playing with my cock anyhow, and her pussy was as sweet as ever. It was a bit sensitive, but she let me kiss it and lick gently. God, she tastes good.Â

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    Well, there’s not much more to tell. She stayed long enough to get thoroughly dry and let her wet, swollen pussy get back to normal (remember, this is a nudist resort and there’s no way to hide such things). I don’t know when or if we will be able to do it again, and it doesn’t matter. It was a marvelous afternoon for both of us and I have no regrets.                   Â