The Niece

[singleot]

I put this in general because I'm planing to let it cross into any category it wants to. Hope you like it.
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The Niece

Sharon and I got a call from her half-sister Pam, asking us if her daughter Misty could come stay with us for a while. It seemed Misty was attracting too much attention from some of the older boys in the neighborhood. It was a pretty rough area of Los Angeles Ca, and Pam was worried Misty would become a victim of the local violent gang scene. We agreed to take Misty in for a time, during which Pam was going to stay with a friend and save money to get moved out of the area.

I honestly wasn't looking forward to having an extra mouth around to feed, specially if it turned out to be attached to some wise ass sixteen year old from gang land USA. I personally hadn't ever met Pam or Misty, having only been married to Sharon a little under a year. But when we picked Misty up at the bus station a couple days later I was glad my wife ran ahead to greet her with a huge hug and didn't notice me stopping dead in my tracks to stare. She was breath-taking, at no more than 5' tall, she was just starting to blossom. Her hips getting a little curve to them accentuated by a tiny waste and a pair of A verging on B-cup breasts. But her face, surrounded by this mass of cascading auburn hair that looked like it reached well below her shoulders, was angelic. There was an innocence of being in the sparkling eyes that lit up as my wife gathered her into the hug, and God that smile--that Farrah Fawcett expanse of gleaming teeth. I couldn't move. I literally forgot how to take a step.

I was still trying to pull myself together as Sharon all but carried her over to where I stood. "This is your Uncle Bill," she was telling Misty, grinning "don't worry about him, he's a sweet heart. You'll have him wrapped around your little finger in no time."

I extended my hand, desperately trying to produce a welcome that didn't sound like it came from a drooling idiot when Misty saved me by simply running up and throwing her arms around me in a wonderful bear hug. Surprised, I looked over her head at Sharon, knowing that I looked stunned but she just laughed.

It turned out that Misty just had one medium sized bag to claim and we were on our way back to the house, Sharon and Misty chattering away in the car.

We put Misty in the guest room because it was at the other end of the house from ours (Sharon tended to get loud when we fooled around) and she immediately got exited about the attached bathroom. "Oh, I've never had my own bathroom." she said, a look of wonder on her face. Apparently not noticing the state of disrepair the bathroom was in. I'd cut the water off to it a few months before when Sharon discovered there was an obvious water leak in the outer wall.

"Your Uncle will have to do some work on it before you can use it." Sharon told her, giving me her patented puppy dog look she new I could never resist.

Things settled into a sort of routine over the rest of the week. Misty was a surprisingly lively addition to our household, quick to laugh and not seeming to have a shy bone in her body. It also became apparent that she was used to living with almost no creature comforts. The bag she had when we picked her up turned out to have everything she owned in the world. A few t-shirts and an extra pair of jeans with a rip across them under the right back pocket that drove me to distraction when she wore them. Some under cloths and a scrap book full of photos.

Sharon was appalled at this breach of basic feminine rights and immediately set out to rectify it. Spending our small savings at an alarming rate until I pointed out I might need some left in the bank if she wanted the bathroom fixed. But I have to admit seeing Misty prance around in new outfits or throw herself into the growing pile of stuffed animals on her bed took most of the sting out of it.

Saturday was my first day off work and I found that Sharon had me down for bathroom repairs while she and Misty were going to an all day Harry Potter marathon at the mall theater. Sharon having found out-to her horror-that Misty hadn't seen a single one of the movies.

Once they were gone, I grabbed my claw hammer and went into the bath to see how much work I was in for. The sheet rock was already ruined where the leak was so I just started breaking a whole in the wall looking for the bad pipe. As luck would have it, I only had to break out about a two foot square before I found the split in a copper pipe. Pulling out the ruined insulation from around the pipe I checked to make sure there weren't any other splits in it, and not finding any I started feeling better about the job.

I was looking into the hole I made thinking about what I would need to pick up at the hardware store when I noticed a faint circle of light in the back of the hole and without really thinking about it I poked it with my finger. I felt kind of foolish when I saw the knot fall out of the cedar siding on the house leaving a hole about an inch in diameter in the wall. Swearing under my breath, I went out back to see if I could find the knot and put it back or something. It was easy to find, but as I started to replace it something made me lean down a bit and pear through the hole.

One glance through that hole and for the second time in a week something struck me dumb. There in plane view was the shower, the shower Misty would be using as soon as I fixed it. The realization went through me like an electric shock, I could feel my cock swelling and my heart was beating like I'd just ran a mile. The little voice inside me that started to say this was wrong to think about, was a very little voice and had no chance of robbing me of this opportunity.

Knowing I had to figure this out that day, I leaned against the wall and thought about what I needed to do to make this work. I had to fix the bath so the shower was usable and I had to hide the hole so nobody would notice it. 'Right,' I thought and with still shaky hands, I held the knot back up by the hole, seeing that it would be a loose fit if I replaced it as is. Feeling like I was being watched and judged by all of creation, I all but slunk into the tool shed.

It took me a few seconds to get myself under control and I almost laughed at the sheepish feeling I got when I realized how relieved I was to be out of anyone's sight. God, if just discovering the possibility of spying on Misty in the shower was going to effect me that much, actually seeing her in there might kill me. Shaking my head, I looked around the work shelf for an idea to make the knot fit better. It was easy in the end, just a couple of wraps around it with some masking tape looked like it would do it. And as a last improvement, I drilled a small whole in the center of it and ran a wood screw in for a handle. My feeling of relief when the knot fit back in the hole snugly and looked like nothing had happened was tremendous. Now if Sharon and the girl came home before I got back from the store it wouldn't matter.

Going back inside, I took one more look to make sure I new what I needed, and grabbing my keys I headed to the store. The Patch kit for the pipe looked like it would be easy enough to use and said it would set almost instantly. And having thought about it on the way over, I grabbed a clear plastic shower curtain to replace the old yellow one in the bath. Might as well maximize my viewing pleasure I thought with a wicked chuckle as I picked it out.

Everything went easy after that, the patch was set and the shower tested along with the new curtain before they got done at the movies. Sharon was a little upset to see the hole still in the sheet rock, but I explained that I didn't want to fix that until I was sure the patch had held for a couple of weeks and she let it go.

Misty, who had been chattering about Harry Potter since she came through the door let out a delighted squeal and threw her arms around me in one of her enthusiastic bear hugs. Something that gave me an instant erection after the things I'd been thinking of doing all day. As soon as she released me, I ducked out of the room and plopped down in my favorite chair, hoping Sharon hadn't spotted the tent I was sporting.

"I can't wait to try out my very own shower." I heard Misty gush at my wife, making me doubly glad I had retreated when I did.

"You'll have to wait until after supper dear," I heard Sharon tell her, " That was the deal, a day at the movies and you help with dinner, remember?"

"No problem Aunt Sharon, I'll take one before bed." she agreed.

Dinner was over and the dishes were done when Sharon said she was beat and just wanted to go to bed early, Misty jumped up from the tv and said she was tired to. "I think I'll try my shower and then go to bed to." She announced, practically skipping on her way to her room.

"I Have some stuff to put away out in the shed," I told Sharon when she looked over to see if I was following her. "I'll be in in about half an hour OK?"

"OK," she said with a shrug and headed into the bedroom.

I started shaking as soon as I made it outside, I couldn't believe how much adrenalin was pumping through my system in anticipation of what I hoped to see. The back yard was dark and I felt a moment of increased panic when I couldn't find the screw I left sticking out of the knot. But then my hand ran into it and I relaxed again-if you can be relaxed with every nerve in your body singing. 'My God, I'm a peeping tom,' I thought. finding the idea thrilling.

With one last furtive glance around me, I pulled the knot from it's hole and holding my breath, I leaned in to look.

Misty was reaching in to adjust the water in the shower, her mass of long auburn hair draping around her shoulders. Her sweet little ass still encased in a pair flowered cotton panties. The skin of her back an unblemished rosy pink highlighted by the overhead heat lamp. I rubbed my cock through my pants as I followed the sleek lines of her legs to where they emerged from those panties, my left hand fumbling with my zipper as I saw her reach to the side for a wash cloth on the sink. Twisting her torso and giving me my first glimpse of her glorious left tit. It was a perfect pear shaped breast, about the size of a half orange with a small puffy pink nipple. I wanted to feel it and see the center distend as she became aroused. I could only hope she would do it for me...

With an effort I managed to drag my erection out into the night air, I hadn't been that rock solid in a decade and it didn't want to bend going through my zipper opening. With literal drool at the corner of my mouth, I stroked it, starting at the base and pulling hard on the head as my hand reached the end. My spine shivering as I tried to focus on Misty-her thumbs now hooked into the sides of her panties-that sweet ass about to come out and play.

I stumbled a couple steps to the side, almost loosing my footing all together as someone shoved my shoulder. Startled and confused, I looked back just in time to see Sharon step up and bend her eye to the hole! God, if my cock hadn't been so hard I would have wet myself right there. As it was, I just froze there, my cock in my hand wondering if I should run but knowing there was no way to run from this.

When I realized that she wasn't turning towards me immediately or screaming loud enough to draw the neighbors. My survival instinct kicked in and I forced my now deflating cock back in my pants, hoping beyond hope she hadn't noticed that detail of my transgression.

I was watching Sharon, my soul cringing as I waited for the storm to hit. When, to my astonishment I noticed that her right hand was inside her robe, obviously pulling hard on one of her nipples. Totally confused now, I stood there strangely aroused and frightened at the same time as I heard Sharon mutter something like, "that just won't do." and saw her cover the hole with her hand as she turned to look at me.

In the dark it was hard to read her expression, hard to tell what she was thinking. "Come here." she said, motioning me closer after staring at me long enough to make me consider running again. I took a couple hesitant steps closer, not really wanting to be within her reach at that moment.

"You like that in there?" She asked quietly, her eyes searching my face questioningly.

Seeing no way to deny it, I simply nodded my head a little.

She looked at me for what seemed like forever, her face still speculative then nodded slightly herself.

"You can watch, but you better leave that cock inside your pants until I come back." She said,"I'm serious Bill, you take it out and I swear you'll regret it." and wrapping her robe tighter around herself she turned and walked back around the side of the house.

I stood there afraid to follow her, afraid to look back through the hole, hell I was afraid to breath right then.

I'm not sure how much time passed in my daze when I realized I could hear Sharon's voice in the bath. I immediately jumped back to the hole, feeling a sick horror that she might be telling Misty what she caught me doing. But to my relief, nothing like that seemed to be happening. Sharon was placing a couple of fluffy bath towels and some other stuff on the sink counter. I could see brief glimpses of Misty through the clear curtain behind her, but Sharon was blocking everything interesting from view.

"I also brought you a razor and some gel so you can shave." Sharon was saying to Misty.

"Mom told me I'm to young to shave anything." Misty said, moving to the edge of the curtain and poking her head out. Her arms crossed over her breasts hiding them from view. The rest of her still obscured by Sharon.

"Well honey," Sharon answered, "moms aren't always the most objective when it comes to their daughters and growing up. But shaving is an important part of any woman's personal hi-genes."

"I guess," Misty answered, not sounding quite convinced. "I'm not sure what to do though."

The idea of where this conversation seemed to be leading was really getting to me, the possible fall-out I was facing later taking a back burner to the need to see what Sharon was up to. My suspicions already having given me a rather uncomfortably confined erection again.

"I'd be happy to advise you Misty," Sharon said,"That is, if your not too uncomfortable to let me look?" her voice gentle, like someone trying to coax a puppy out from under the porch.

Misty seemed to consider this for a sec, chewing on her lower lip in a way that made me want to grown.

"What do you shave?" She asked finally, her voice tentative and hesitant.

"I shave my legs, something I doubt you'd want to start yet," Sharon told her, "my armpits and my pubic area." Sharon keeps her mons and lips as bald as a babies because she likes my tongue and I like a smooth working field.

This was a whole new fantasy all of a sudden, Sharon was stepping in and turning my simple spontaneous need into something orchestrated, a production with a plot, a subduction and perversion of the way this was supposed to play out. A small part of me was feeling a resentment of this, but mostly, I wanted to see how it would happen, what lengths my hitherto privately sexy wife might go to in this. I was starting to wonder if I knew her quite as well as I had thought. She was really turning me on.

"Your pubs?" Misty asked, but the way her eyes dropped to Sharon's waist showed she understood more than she was letting on. It was the first sign of deceit I'd ever caught Misty with and I found it sexy as hell.

"Sure." Sharon said, casually pulling her robe belt loose and letting her robe spread open. Misty's eyes growing wide as I knew she was seeing Sharon's beautiful mons displayed for her. "I keep myself shaved clean," she told her and I could tell even from behind that she brushed her hand lightly across her mound to demonstrate the truth of that. "It's great for wearing the panties I like and frankly, it drives your Uncle crazy." and she laughed at Misty's scandalized look.

Misty's cheeks were a flame red and I was fighting the urge to take my cock out again and damn the consequences.

"I hate mine," Misty said quietly, her eyes traveling down her own body to areas I couldn't see. "It got so hairy and gross this last year. I wish I were still smooth like you."

Without another word, Sharon stepped close to the shower and slid the curtain open, reaching in passed her to turn off the water.

"Step out here honey and we'll take care of that." She said moving out of the way and giving me my first unobstructed view of Misty in all her glory.

I'd never seen anything to compare to that beauty in that moment, her blush seemed to travel all the way down into the patches of her chest I could see. Her arms still crossed modestly to hide her breast like a treasure afraid of being judged. Her flat tummy with it's cute little innie belly button. The way she had her knees drawn together like a child on the verge of doing the pee pee dance trying to hide her butterfly shaped reddish-brown bush. Once again I was struck with her innocence of being and I wanted it.

"Oh honey, the last time I saw a bush like that, I was watching a sixties porno." Sharon blurted with a chuckle. Making Misty blush even brighter. "I'm sorry," she quickly continued, "I didn't mean to laugh at you baby, really I didn't. I think your beautiful." and reaching out, she gathered Misty in, hugging her close until she visibly relaxed. And consequently giving me my first full-on look at Misty's pert sexy little ass.

I couldn't take it anymore, maybe I wasn't allowed to take my cock out but I had to touch it. So I pushed my hand into my pants, taking hold of the base of my cock and my balls together. My fingers squeezing this handful to the pounding rhythm of my heart. My teeth clenched in an effort to muffle the moan trying to escape my throat.

"You OK honey?" Sharon asked quietly, her hand going up to stroke Misty's wet hair comfortingly and I saw Misty nod, her head resting on Sharon's chest.

"Well then," she said, " lets take care of those pubs, shall we?" and gripping Misty's shoulders, she gently pushed her back a step. "Why don't you jump up and take a seat on there?" she said pointing at the longer side of the counter by the sink. Her tone all business now.

Still blushing furiously Misty did as she was directed, having to drop both hands to the counter edge to help her slide up on it. Her breasts with their delicate looking little perfect puffy nipples flexing as she did it. Causing me to feel a bit light headed at the sight. I wondered how those nipples would react to the roughness of my tongue.

"This first time will be the worst," Sharon started telling her, but stopped when Misty let out a hiccuping giggle.

"That's what I heard too." She blurted, then her eyes grew large as she realized what she'd said and her arms once more flew up to protect her breasts as she turned beet red.

"Oh you did, did you?" Sharon chuckled, "Well we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, but don't worry honey. The first time doesn't have to be bad." and she patted Misty's bare thigh reassuringly.

Sharon studied how Misty was sitting for a second then shook her head. "I know this is embarrassing honey, but I'm going to need access to where the hair is if I'm going to help shave it off." She said, "Do you trust me?" and she cocked her head slightly, waiting for an answer.

At Misty's almost imperceptible nod, Sharon took her by the waste and slid her more to the right, "Kind of lay back into the corner for me, will you?" she instructed. And as Misty let herself recline back against the wall, Sharon took hold of her left leg, lifting it to perch on the back of the counter. Blowing my fucking mind as she basically put the girl on spread eagle display for me.

I let go of my balls and wrapped my fingers around my base, squeezing as hard as I could to try and keep from spewing a load down the inside of my pants leg.

Her pubs were so thick I could only make out a hint of her lips, but the fact that Sharon had deliberately done that for me and I had no doubt she did-even before she turned to look towards my hole and winked, made me not care what she might do to punish me for this night. I deserved anything she chose and promised myself I'd do something to make amends.

Once my urge to cum subsided enough, I drew my hand out. Determined to abide by Sharon's wishes. If she wanted to play the game, I'd follow the rules she set.

"First we'll buzz the long hair off, then shave the rest." Sharon said matter-of-factly to Misty, who was staring at the beard trimmer in Sharon's hands like it was a cattle prod. And I saw her once again bite her bottom lip as Sharon flipped the switch and reached for her inner thigh.

"Try to hold still dear." Sharon told her as the clippers got closer and she squirmed a bit. "These are very safe, they wont nick you, I promise." and pressing on the inside of Misty's thigh to open the area up, she buzzed the first strip of pubs off.

Once she got started, Sharon wasted little time taking off the rest of the longer hair. Her hands very deliberate in how they spread Misty's thighs around to suite the angels she needed. And though I was fascinated with the perfect pink little pussy lips that were emerging before my eyes, I couldn't help glancing at Misty's face between swipes of the trimmer.

She was going to give herself a fat lip the way she was chewing on it I thought. Sometimes when I looked her eyes were tightly shut, but then they would be wide with surprise or half open and sultry. Making me look real quick to see where Sharon was touching her.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Sharon said, sounding like nothing in the world strange was going on. As she set the trimmer aside and started gathering up the pile of pubs to toss in the trash bin. I could tell she was giving Misty a chance to settle herself as she did it.

"That's it?" Misty croaked, her voice a little rough as she stared down at her own crotch. Looking just a bit disappointed.

"Oh no, now we actually shave it." Sharon said, picking up the can of shave gel and waggling it at her. "This comes out as a gel and you have to work it in a little to make it foam up, you want to do it? Or you want me to?"

"You...you do it." She stammered her eyes wide as she watched Sharon nod and squirt a mound of the orange gel into her hand.

"Sorry if this is a little cold." Sharon said as she reached down and smeared it over Misty's little mound. Her fingers smoothing it around, gliding over the small pink slit. Working the gel into a lather, taking her time, her fingers pushing it down towards what looked like a hint, maybe just the edge of Misty tiny ass hole.

As the foam grew to obscure the region, I raised my sight to Misty's face, seeing her eyes fluttering and only open the barest of slits. Her hands covering her breasts slowly squeezing their little captives. Her white teeth visibly clenched as she took little gasping breaths through them. I knew she was close, I was close to, there was no way I could even touch myself right then, even the brief thought of it almost made me cum.

I think Sharon sensed this, because when I glanced at her, I found her staring at where I was on the other side of the wall. A look of lust like I had never seen on her face before as she continued to work the lather in a circle that encompassed Misty entire pubic mound and lips. making very little pretense that this was anything other than masturbation at this point. I locked eyes with her as Misty's body started to shudder under Sharon's touch. And I swear Sharon came right there, not even touching herself, but I know what it looks like in her eyes. I've seen it a thousand times.

I had to tear myself away from the hole, I pushed myself back, gasping for air as I clenched my will and my jaw-trying to stop the orgasm that was stirring in my own loins. It was so close, I wasn't sure if I could stop it. I was afraid to touch my cock even from the outside of my pants, afraid any pressure I used to help hold off my urge to cum, would be the thing that sent me over the edge. Taking deep gasping lungs full of the cold air, I turned and walked the length of the house and back. Desperately wanting to return to the hole but knowing I had to get myself under control first.

It took three trips, but the urge finally subsided enough that I returned. Sharon was carefully running the safety razor along one side of Misty's slit when I got back, acting like nothing unusual had happened. The other side of her pussy already looking clean and rosy pink.

Misty looked dazed, with a visible bead of sweat running down her forehead from her hairline. As she reached up to wipe it away, I saw that her little puffy nipple had turned into a little diamond cutter. The nub of it about the size of a pencil eraser. It was almost a mercy for me when her hand settled back over it.

With a sigh, I looked back down to see what Sharon was doing just as she was setting the razor aside and wetting a rag under the sink faucet. Using it, she carefully wiped up any remaining bits of foam from Misty, making her squirm just a little.

"I think that got it." She said as she dropped the rag back in the sink. "Let's just check and see if I missed any." and so saying I watched her rub her thumb slowly across every goose bump on Misty's crotch. She even deliberately pressed down at the top of her slit, briefly exposing Misty's little pebble of a clit. Seeming to Ignore the way it made her jerk.

"Yup, smooth as a baby's butt." She said, giving it a little pat and bending forward to plant a quick kiss on it. Before she stood and stepped back. Pulling her robe closed and retying the belt.

"Finish your shower baby." She told Misty, "then get to bed." reaching out she smoothed some hair back that had fallen across Misty's face and with a smile she turned and left the room.

Misty slumped into the corner, her legs splayed open limply as Sharon left.

I watched as she slowly slid her hands down and felt the freshly shaved smoothness, the middle finger of her left hand seeming to slide naturally to rest between her lips and following the shallow groove back up across her hooded clit. Her hips jerking as the finger tip paused to rub in little circles around it. She began a low throaty moan as she worked her clit, the right hand retuning to pinch her nipples. Almost immediately her body was wracked with an intense orgasm, her muscles contracting to draw her whole body into a tight ball, her knees almost touching her forehead.

It seemed like her orgasm lasted forever, but eventually she relaxed and sat up. Shaking her shoulders like she had chills running down her spine, she slid off the counter, her legs looking a little unsure about supporting her. She looked at the shower for a second, but with a grimace she merely grabbed one of the towels and stumbled from the room. Her trailing hand hitting the light switch as she disappeared from view.

With a sigh, almost glad it was over, I fished the knot from my shirt pocket and carefully replaced it in the hole. Then turned to go find Sharon, not having any idea what to expect when I did.

To be continued, hope you enjoyed it.

[frankjohnmoore]

great start,hope you keep the good work up,,,, thanks

[davesmistress]

Thanks for the new addition

[Lv2cpsy]

Great story!! Can't wait for part two!

[hornycollegeboy]

i deffinitly hope there another part to this story

[singleot]

Here is what I have at the moment. Hope you like it.

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It didn't take long to find her, she was just around the corner in the car port, siting hunched over on the front of our car. I slowed when I spotted her, not sure what I could say or do. Ya she had done that in the bath, and it was beyond my wildest dreams, but now that it was over. Would she hate me? She didn't seem to know I was there, her head was bowed and she was clutching herself with both arms, looking every bit like someone sick to their stomach.

Seeing her like that was too much, her obvious pain pushed my fears for myself down, the need to comfort her rising. I went to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to think what to say. But she shrugged out from under my touch, her tear streaked face turning up to stare at me.

I opened my mouth to say I was sorry or some other lame thing, but she shook her head and turned away. I reached for her instinctively, not wanting to let her walk away, but she spun back around and slapped me hard across the face. The blow rocking me as much from the knowledge I had caused her enough pain that she did it, as from the slap itself. Weeping openly now, she through herself against me, her hands slapping me weekly on the chest and shoulders. I stood there and let her hit me for a minute, her efforts getting weaker as her sobs got louder. Then I gathered her in my arms and held her close. She struggled briefly then seemed to sag against me and just started quietly crying.

"I'm so mad at you." she whispered hoarsely, looking up at me finally. Her shoulders relaxing as her crying slowly stopped.

"I'm so sorry," I told her, my own voice tight with emotion, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. The knot fell out and it all got out of control... I'm just sorry.." I trailed off, as she reached up and ran her fingers across my face where her slap had landed. Her touch feeling cold against the flaming cheek.

I opened my mouth to take another try at apologizing, but she placed her fingers over it, silencing me. Her eyes red rimmed and haunted, her other hand sliding behind my neck to draw me down to her lips. The kiss was hesitant, her right hand still lying coolly against my cheek. Then it to slid behind my head, pulling me more urgently against her mouth, her lips crushing mine with mounting fury.

She went wild, like someone hit a switch, her fingers raking through my hair and a throaty growl coming from her. She abruptly stepped back, her hands dropping to my pants as she sank to her knees. My zipper was down and her hand was yanking me out with no thought to my comfort, only the need that shown in her eyes as she gripped me with both hands and I realized I was hard.

I thought she would suck it, I even reached for her hair, needing to push it down her throat. But she turned her head , shaking herself loose and leaned in to smell me. Her right hand letting go and quickly feeling along my inner thighs as she pushed my cock flat up against my belt and leaned in, her cheek pressing against my balls. She breathed in, her nose jammed through the opening of my pants then pulled back and looked up at me.

"You didn't cum?" She asked, a new tear in the corner of her eye and I just shook my head no.

She looked into my eyes for a second, then took me into her mouth. Her lips sliding to meet the hand that was wrapped around me, while her tongue caressed the head.

Nothing made any sense at that point, except those lips around my cock. This whole chaotic night disappeared from my thoughts when she moved her hand and slid me into her throat. She had always been an excellent cocksucker, but there was something more to it right now. An animal hunger in the way she held me in her throat, her hands pulling urgently on my ass. It was like she needed more than my seven inches, her chin was rubbing hard into my balls. I lost it, I grabbed her head in both hands and held her there as I erupted in her throat, my cum making her choke and try to pull free, but I held on a second longer, needing her to take more.

Feeling her nails dig into my balls brought me out of it, made me release her head. She pushed back, coughing and gasping for air. My cock shooting a few final lines of cum on her wrist and leg. Still coughing, Sharon grabbed hold of my hard cock and dragged me by it as she lurched to her feet and turned to bend over the front of the car. Only letting go of it as she grabbed the back of her robe and pulled it clear of her ass.

"Fuck me!" she demanded angrily, staring back at me like a crazed woman. Her flanks were shaking with hunger when I grabbed them. There was no question about going soft, she was infectious in her need, I found the opening and rammed myself in to her.

My own need taking over again, I started pounding into her. Our bodies rocking the car enough that it was slamming her back against me, driving me deeper and deeper into her moaning body.

"My ass," She growled, "I want it in my ass." This was something I'd never heard from her before. I'd tried to get her ass when we first dated, but she refused. "Oh god, put it in my ass."

I pulled myself out of her and laid the head of my cock against her asshole. My right hand wrapped around it for support, I pushed forward, slowly forcing the head to sink into her. It was tight! I knew it was probably hurting her, but I could feel the need in her for this. like she had to punish herself. Had to do something she considered dirty-something she wouldn't normally do. I needed it to. I watched my cock slowly slide into her, feeling her squirm under the pressure of my advance until I was in, her ass firmly pressed to my hips.

"Stop!" She breath, her hands reaching back and grabbing my shirt, holding me against her as she shook. I don't know if I could have pulled out if I'd tried, her ass was so tight. Slowly at first I felt the spasms travel the length of me inside her, her sphincter tightening like it wanted to trap me in forever. Her back started to arch as the tremors got harder and shook her whole body. A low keening wail breaking the night as her orgasm struck with full force. Her ass felt like it was milking my cock as the rolling waves washed through her bowls and my own need for climax hit me, my cock spewing my seed deep inside of her. My shirt ripping under the force of her grip as she had orgasm after orgasm.

I collapsed onto her back, spent but still trapped as she continued to shudder, the waves tapering off slowly as she went limp beneath me.

Her body finally allowing me to slip out, I rolled to the side and wrapped my arms around her, finding her as limp as a rag. Alarmed, I pulled her face around so I could see it, and relaxed again as I saw her eyes open and a week grin touch her mouth. I held her for a time while our breathing returned to something like normal. Then standing, I gathered her up in my arms, her head against my shoulder as I carried her towards the house and our bed.


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Misty didn't bother to turn on the bedroom light as she left the bathroom, she just stumbled to her bed and threw herself down, scattering the pile of stuffies. While her body felt totally drained, her mind was a jumbled mess of confusion. She draped the towel over her torso, too wiped out to bother climbing under the covers.

She wasn't as naive as people seemed to think she was, she new what her aunt had just done to her was sexual. What she couldn't understand was how much she had enjoyed it. She didn't think she was gay-nor did she think her aunt was-but something had happened when her aunt had taken control of her on that counter. When she started touching her, Misty went from embarrassed at being naked, to wanting the hands on her to touch her in places no one had touched but she herself. The orgasm her aunt had given her was ten times anything she had ever managed. Little waves of it had just kept flashing through her. Her body so sensitive her aunts fingers felt like they were plucking the strings of her soul.

Her right hand slid down her body, pushing the towel free as it went, until it came to rest cupping her newly shaven mound. The memory of it was powerful, forgetting her confusion for the moment, she sought that feeling again. Wanting to capture it and relive it before it faded. Her clit was so sensitive and so right there now, with no mat of hair to work through. She drew her finger across it shuddering as it pop out from under it's hood. Her left hand pulling lightly at her nipple, they seemed linked, a currant traveling between them.

She was fast approaching another orgasm when she heard what sounded like someone fighting outside her window. Startled, she reflexively jerked her hands away from their naughty work. She stared at the curtained window fearfully, clearly hearing someone making a slapping noise right outside. Her instincts were saying run to her uncle and tell him, but something drew her to the window instead.

Carefully drawing aside a corner of the drape. She was at first startled to see that someone was actually out there, then relieved as she recognized her aunt and uncle. They were by the car, her uncle hugging her aunt who seemed to be crying. Concern for her aunt made her want to run find out what was wrong, but then she had a horrible thought. Surely her aunt hadn't told her uncle about what had happened. It was unthinkable, she would just die.

Mortified, she stared at them, trying to decipher if her fear was true. Who had slapped whom? She couldn't imagine her uncle slapping anyone, let alone her aunt. Had he done something?

And then they were kissing, none of it made any sense. The kiss went on for a while, the obvious passion in it beginning to distract her from her speculation. Wow, she'd never seen kissing like that before, it was turning her on. Making her wonder what it would be like if her uncle kissed her like that, or even her aunt doing it. With that thought, her hand went back to her mound. Just cupping it, needing to feel the contact with the memory of her aunts touch.

She couldn't believe her eyes when her aunt went to her knees and pulled her uncle's cock out. In a night of confusing...fascinating things, the sight of her aunt kneeling there holding her uncles cock in both hands was huge, for that matter, it was huge. It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her eyes stayed glued to it as it was pushed up out of the way, her ant pressing her face against it for some reason. It looked so thick and masculine. She'd seen pictures, but they hadn't prepared her for this.

Misty almost screamed when her aunt leaned in and hid the cock from her view, until she realized what she was seeing, then she had both her hands at her pussy. She has it in her mouth! She leaned into the window, trying to get a closer look as her tongue ran hungrily across her own lips and her finger rubbed frantically at her other lips. Her own breath catching as she realized her aunt had the whole thing in her mouth. How was she able to do that? It was so long, way to long to...

The orgasm was close now, she could feel it building under her fingers, splitting her focus between what was happening out there and her own need to cum. It hit her as she saw her uncle grab two handfuls of her aunts hair and hold her struggling with his cock berried in her mouth. She clamped one hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming under the force of her orgasm. Eyes wide as her aunt pulled free and she saw his wet cock jutting out, seeming to quiver as it shot long strings of cum from the end.

She grabbed at the window sill with both hands, her legs feeling like they were going to give out as she was wracked with pulse after pulse of gut wrenching pleasure. The muscle around her cunt contracting in spasms. She felt like just letting go, like just sinking to the floor, but she didn't want to miss what was happening out there. It was hard though, she felt dazed and shaky.

Forcing her legs to straighten enough to support her again, she focused on what was happening outside. Seeing her aunt bent over the car, her bare ass on display in the moonlight. Misty felt a pang of envy at the sight, it was beautiful. Even more so as her uncle moved in behind it, his long cock rubbing against her.

Enthralled, she watched as he took hold of his cock and fed it into her aunts pussy. Groaning as he drove it in with such force her own little virgin cunt spasm-ed. She clutched at the sill, her heart seeming to beat with the rhythm of his thrusts, small tremors from her own orgasm still coursing through her like an echo of the fucking before her.

When she saw him pull out and then shove that big cock into her aunts ass, seeing her arch and reach back to clutch at his shirt and heard the pure animal wail that escaped her aunts throat, it was too much. She let go and sank to her knees. One hand going to her dripping snatch, the other tangling in her hair and pulling, the pain and pressure of it something new, something that echoed the animalistic display she had just watched.

Once more she was swept under by her orgasm, her body sinking to lye on the carpet, she reach out and drew a large teddy bear to her, hugging it to her chest as she let the waves carry her away.

[singleot]

Here's a little more, hope it's not developing too slowly for you guys. Feel free to leave suggestions, I don't promise to add them in, but I will consider them. Hope you enjoy.

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Sharon's side of the bed was empty when I woke up Sunday morning, but the smell of fresh brewed coffee and bacon frying was a pleasant indicator that our lives might settle back to something closer to sane. Rolling out of bed, I grabbing the old pair of sweats I'd started throwing on for trips to the bathroom since Misty had come to stay with us-Sharon and I both preferring to sleep nude-and after A quick stop to relieve myself, I went in search of the coffee.

I found both Sharon and Misty busy working in the kitchen slash dining room. Sharon setting a plate of bacon and bottle of syrup on the table, looking very sexy in an old long sleeve flannel shirt she had stolen from me after our first night together. She always wore it to cook breakfast, claiming her robe was too hot. I knew the real reason was because the first time I'd found her in it cooking me breakfast, I'd followed her around the kitchen trying to cop a feel of her 34C breasts and begging her to bend over so I could see her beautiful ass.

Sharon is a runner, with a tight muscular 5'9" frame. Frankly, she has an ass and the legs to make a Vegas show girl jealous. The only thing soft about her body are her tits. By soft I don't mean they sag, far from it, just that I love the extra weight of them in my hands. Her hair color varies with her whim, I never know if I'm coming home to a platinum blond or a fiery red head, lately she's been sporting a blue-black asian cut that makes her look goth if she's not careful what she wears. I think it's one of my favorite looks.

Misty was at the stove flipping pancakes, and I was more than a little thankful that she was wearing the thick bathrobe Sharon had given her. It was at least some help buffering the memory of her sweet little body. If she'd been dressed like Sharon after last night, I don't think I could have stayed in the room.

"Everything smells great in here," I said, leaning close to Sharon and brushing her cheek with my lips while giving her a light smack on the ass. She was wearing the flannel after all.

She bumped hips with me and said, "Out of the way mista, I got customers ta serve." affecting a really bad Brooklyn accent.

I grinned at her and dropped into my usual seat, watching as she pored a cup of coffee and brought it to me. Then went to check on how Misty was doing. She seemed to be her normal self, smiling and playful, there was no sign of the hurt person I'd found sitting on the car the night before. I only preyed that it was real, the idea that I might have done permanent damage...well I just didn't want to think about that.

The cup of coffee smelled good, so I sipped at it as they came to the table, Sharon loaded down with three glasses, a gallon of milk and a tub of margarine, while Misty had a platter heaped with enough pancakes to feed six.

"Any plans for the day?" I asked as I grabbed the top two cake and dropped them on my plate.

"Oh yea, I've got a long honey-do list for you today." Sharon said, slathering margarine over her cakes, she's the only person I'd ever met that didn't use any syrup or jam on her pancakes. Just copious amounts of butter. "The weather's turning for summer, so I figured this would be a good day for you to tackle the tree and get the swamp cooler ready." I groaned and tried to give her my version of her puppy dog look, but she just grinned at me.

Tackling the tree meant cleaning up after the hundred year old Silver Maple in our front yard. This towering behemoth while quite beautiful, was the bane on my life. It dropped limbs that ranged from twigs to car crusher all year long, the leaves were a month long battle in the fall and the damn grasshopper wing shaped seeds not only coated and stuck to my car, they plugged up the down spouts and gutters on the roof line.

I'd called in a tree remover once, to see how much it would cost to take it out. For 2,000 dollars-not including the stump removal, and the possible damage to the house, I decided to live with it. That doesn't mean I liked it though.

"OK." I said, knowing I'd be doing things her way for awhile. "But I've been watching down at Wally-world for the cooler pads to come in and haven't seen any."

"I was figuring on taking a run to the mall anyway," Sharon said, referring to the Yellowtree shopping mall in the next town over. It was a 45 minute drive but she made the trip at least once a week. "I need to do a few things there, so I could swing by the home depot while I'm in town to."

I knew what things she had to do there, and wondered what color her hair would be when she got home.

"If your going to the depot, you might as well pick up some drywall, they sell quarter sheets there and I'll finish the bathroom." I said it as casually as I could, then glanced at Sharon as I bit off some bacon. Hoping she would take my offer as a promise to behave. Besides, that hole in the wall had to go, it was like one of those sirens of the sea, calling me to my doom.

Sharon took her time swallowing what she had in her mouth, then finally looked at me. "I think that can wait for a while." she said, "There are plenty of other things I want done to keep you busy."

A little startled she hadn't jumped on my offer to close the hole, I wondered if maybe she had actually enjoyed what had happened.

"I was thinking about putting up a doe boy pool for the summer," Sharon was saying, "with Misty here, I thought it would be a good way to stay cool and have some family fun. So I could look for one that fits the yard while I'm there to."

I thought about that for all of about 2 seconds before the idea of family fun got twisted into something that was giving me a bit of a chubby. Then shook myself out of it and nodded at her. "that sounds like a plan."

At my agreement, misty gave a little squeal and clapped her hands, Obviously excited by the idea of the pool.

"I don't suppose I'll be getting any help with the gutters then," I said with a sigh.

"Misty can help you, I wouldn't be climbing any ladders today anyways." Sharon told me with a grimace and a rueful grin. "I'm sore in a few places this morning for some reason."

I glanced guiltily at misty to see if that got passed her, but she was suddenly fighting the hic-ups. One hand over her mouth, the other pressed to her chest as her body jerked. The way she looked embarrassed about it, her eyes kind of wide and her cheeks all flushed as she glanced at us was cute.

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Misty almost choked on a bite of pancake when she heard her aunt make the comment about climbing ladders, remembering the way her uncle had pounded her pussy and ass the night before. She managed to swallow it, but ended up with the hic-ups. To make it worse, her uncle was watching her with what looked like amusement on his face and she knew she had to be blushing to beat the band.

Jumping up, she went to the sink and got a glass of water. For once the water seemed to do the trick, because the hic-ups stopped.

Looking over at the table, Misty couldn't help checking out her uncles naked chest, she'd caught glimpses of him shirtless once in a while as he went to and from the bath and the bedroom, but this was the first time he'd come shirtless to the table and after seeing another rather interesting part of him last night. She'd been finding it hard not to stare.

Finding that the two grown-ups were still planning their day and not looking at her, she took her chance to really check him out. She'd thought he was handsome from the first time she saw him at the bus station. He had gray-green eyes and sandy hair, and a nice mouth that always seemed to be grinning. After seeing his big cock last night though, there was a different man setting there. Before he had been someone safe, someone she wouldn't have thought twice about having a tickle fight with. She decided she'd like to have a tickle fight now, but it would be far from safe. It would be hot.

While he didn't have abbs, his stomach was flat and his chest and shoulder looked heavy with muscle. His arms really looked good to her, like they could pick her up and carry her all day. There was a line of curly hair running up his stomach to spread out across his chest, stopping just short of covering his nipples. All in all, she decided he was more than a little hot, and had to spin away quickly when she realize her right hand was inside her robe, tweaking her left nipple while she had been looking at his.

The idea of spending the afternoon alone with him wasn't helping her state of mind any either. Counting to 20, she tried to will herself to settle down, then returned to the table, hoping she didn't look as flushed as she felt.

Conversation fell off after that, as they all concentrated on finishing their breakfasts. And Misty volunteered to clean up the mess while her aunt got ready to go.

It had occurred to her while she was eating, that she could have a lot of fun teasing her uncle today, but she wanted to wait until her aunt was gone to get just the right outfit on. So cleaning up the kitchen gave her the delay she wanted.

She finished up just as her aunt was driving off, then retreated to her room, feeling shaky inside at the idea of dressing to tease a man for the first time in her life.

She jumped into the shower real quick, pausing only when she got to soaping her now smooth pussy. She couldn't believe how much more aware she was of the whole area now that it was hair free. She had almost grown to hate touching herself there as the hair had gone wild so to speak. Dressing down in school for PE had been a nightmare, specially when she looked at all the other girls with pretty little areas of hair. Now she not only liked how it looked, it seemed to rub on everything she wore as she moved.

In fact, washing it felt so good she did it a few times until she felt a pleasant little shock-wave roll through her body. Then she rinsed off and got out. She had an outfit to select.

After blow drying her hair and brushing it out, she padded over to her dresser and opened her pantie drawer. Her aunt had bought her a couple of skimpy bra and pantie sets that she hadn't so far had the guts to actually ware, but she was thinking one would be a good place to start now. She dug both sets out and looked at them, they were only bikini cuts not thongs, but they seemed so much more sexy to her than the regular panties she wore. One set was a solid green, her aunt thought it would suit her coloring or something like that. The other set was the one she liked. It was white with little yellow smiley faces all over them.

Slipping into the panties, she picked up the bra and stepped over to the mirrored closet door to inspect herself. The transformation startled her, she looked older, sexier in these panties. Forgetting the bra for the time being, she stared at her reflection, running her hand over the panties and her mons in wonder at the way she could see her own shape molded into the fabric. The way she could feel the panties hugging tightly against her skin. She would never let herself become hairy again, her aunt had been right about everything.

Turning so she could see her ass, she went up on her toes in delight with the way they looked there to. They weren't loose and formless like her regular pairs, these clung to her like a second skin and at least half her cheeks seemed to be exposed by the cut, making her feel daring and naughty.

Hurriedly now she settled herself into the bra, wanting to see the whole picture. The bra to was cut sexier than what she normally wore, it felt like her nipples were right on the edge of peeking out of it and it seemed to push her tits up and in, making her cleavage more pronounced. Overall, she loved it and twisting to see herself from different angles, wondered If she could find a swimming suit like it now that they were going to have a pool.

To finish off her outfit, she chose a denim mini skirt, knee high white socks and a loose fitting white v-necked t-shirt. After tying her sneakers, she returned to the mirror to see the results. Workman like yet sexy she thought, grinning at her reflection. Turning and looking in the mirror over her shoulder, she slowly bent at the waist like she was picking something up. Watching, she was thrilled to see her pantie clad pussy start emerging to view well before she actually touched the floor.

"Perfect!" she thought, and turned to repeat the performance facing the mirror. As she leaned forward her v-neck opened up giving her easy sight of her bra in-cased breasts. She was pleased with the shirt to, but with a shiver she quickly shed the bra and tried it again. This time the view she got was of her bare breasts, the little nipples getting hard just from the idea of bending down in front of her uncle like this.

Her whole being abuzz with naughty excitement, she left her room in search of her prey.

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Sharon had made a pretense about driving all the way to the Home Depot and the mall in the hopes that Misty would opt to stay home, she needed the time to think about the night before. She had been stunned to find Bill peeping on Misty. When she first found him she was puzzled by what she saw, why was he against the house like that? Then there was concern that he was hurt or something, then she had seen his cock. He had her cock out, and as usual the mere sight of it made her mouth water and her cunt wet. But why was he out here stroking it?

It was when she stepped closer that she saw the hole and realized what he was up to. Her first instinct had screamed for her to get him away from Misty, it didn't matter that there was a wall between them. So she had shoved him, needing him to stop what he was doing. Then a need to see if Misty was ok took over her and she had looked through the hole.

Nothing could have prepared her for the site that met her eye. Misty was bent over, sliding her pantie's down her smooth legs. Her ass cheeks spread wide by her position revealing a tiny red sphincter above the hair covered mons pooching out from between her thighs. She had to admit to herself now that it had turn her on, that seeing that sweet ass through the hole Bill had made, had change how she saw Misty in an instant and in that same instant she understood what had made Bill look.

It was when she realized how wet her pussy was and that her nipples were not only hard but that she was pulling on one, that she realized she had to go in there. Looking through that hole might have been enough for him, but she wanted to touch, then as Misty had turned, she saw that bush. The memory of that sight made her wince, it looked like a toupee. It had to go, and she'd known instantly it was her way to get close. no girl could be happy with it.

She had wanted to run in there, but there had also been Bill to deal with. She had looked at him and found she didn't care what he did, her own need had been urgent and he left her feeling a little dead inside. Then she remembered his cock being out. He'd tried to hide that, it made her want to punish him. So she had warned him about cumming, she didn't care if he used the hole, but he didn't deserve to cum. Thinking back to that, she had to admit she was surprised he had refrained. And she felt herself soften a bit towards him for that.

She was driving the old highway and the traffic was light as usual. She always preferred going this way, even though there was the chance you could get stuck behind a tractor doing 10 miles an hour. That risk was what kept the traffic down so she figured it was worth it.

Part of what was bothering her was trying to figured out what to do about Bill, but really, it was what had awakened in herself that had her confused. Bill was just being a man and she new it was more the fact that he had tried to do something without her, to hide it from her that hurt. Even as she had to admit that there wasn't a chance in hell that she would have gone along with it if he had come to her and explained before hand what he wanted to do.

No, it was the wanton need she had found in herself that had her worried. She'd never considered herself a prude, but sex-while one of her favorite things to do, had never gotten so out of control before. Worse was she didn't seem to be able to rein it back in. If Misty had insisted on coming with her today, Sharon was afraid she would have done something she would have regretted. Even now, thinking about that smooth cunt had her pantie's soaked. had her craving some release.

Dropping a hand to her shorts, she rubbed at her wet cunt. Squirming as she mashed the material against her swollen clit and rubbed it back and forth. She thought of rubbing Misty's virgin cunt with the gel, and it was a virgin cunt, she had seen Misty's cherry. She had spread her lips while shaving her enough to see the delicate membrane still intact. She thought about the way Misty had panted and shivered under her hand and she felt a need to do something more than just rub herself through her shorts.

Wondering at the urge that made her do it and if she would get caught, she started opening the buttons of her shirt. She didn't have a bra on today, she actually only had a few bras. A couple sports ones she wore running and a couple lacy ones to entice her husband with, but generally she didn't like being that confined. So as she spread the shirt her girls came out for all the world to see. Rolling both front windows down, she sat tall in the seat as the wind whipped over her sensitive nipples, almost hoping for another car to come by.

When she did see another car, it was a white one waiting on one of the few cross roads along there for her to pass. And having worked herself up to an almost fever need, she made sure to turn so the driver would have a good view of her tits as she passed. Male or female, it didn't mater right then, just the idea of being seen.

She watched the car pull out behind her in her rear view mirror, feeling quite excited and proud that she had actually flashed someone, then she saw the red lights start flashing on the cars dash and realized it was a sheriff car. When she heard the siren scream, she came. Her pussy started gushing even as she grabbed the two halves of her shirt together and pulled to the curb.

Trying to ignore the pulsing in her cunt, she put the car in park and started trying to re-button her shirt, all the time watching the deputy pulling in behind her. She was shaking so hard and so distracted by it all, that she only managed to button the bottom one before he was at her window.

He stood there looking down at her for a minute, his mirrored glasses hiding his eyes. He was an older deputy, probably close to retirement from the gray hair and wrinkled face. His frame was skinny with a beer gut and he had gnarly looking hands. She tried to think of something to say, but what she had done had been so blatantly obvious as to her intent, that no excuses came to mind.

"I'm going to need you to step out of the car Mam." He finally said, moving back so the door had room to open.

Really starting to feel scared now, Sharon climbed from the car, still clutching her shirt closed.

"Step this way Mam." He said, indicating behind her car and towards the curbside. She walked and he steered her until they were standing even with his front passenger door.

"Place your hands on the car Mam." he told her.

The realization that she was in real trouble was sinking in for Sharon now, tying her insides in knots as she complied with the deputy.

"Step back one step and spread your feet out." He told her, and she felt him step in close behind her after she did it. "That's good, stay in that position."

She felt very vulnerable the way he had her standing, and when he started running his hands along her sides she couldn't help letting out a gasp. She looked down and saw that her shirt was gaping open, her tits hanging plainly in her view. Then his hands were there, sliding up and around to lift her breasts. She bit her lip as he started needing her tit flesh, his gnarled old hands looking strange and wrong against her creamy smooth globes, but they felt wicked to.

He pinched her nipples and pulled at them, making her cunt scream with renewed need. And as she felt one of his hands slide down across her stomach he step up against her ass. She held her breath as she watched the hand slide into the top of her shorts, her legs threatening to buckle as he forced it deep and she felt it cup her cunt.

"Nice." He breathed in her ear, as he slipped 1 then 2 of his fingers into her.

She groaned and pushed her ass back against him, feeling him grind his hard bulge on her ass, dry humping her as he started pumping his fingers up into her gaping vagina. It was too much, she collapsed against the car, his body pressing her to it as she shook through an orgasm that took her breath away. His fingers continuing to pump into her until she begged him to stop, unable to take any more.

She was so out of it, she didn't even realize he had cuffed her hands behind her back until he used her elbows to pull her away from the car. there was no fight left in her at that point though, so she let him walk her to the back door and backed in to sit on the seat at his direction once he opened it, resigned to being arrested.

But he didn't tell her to get the rest of the way in, instead he stepped up between her legs and ran his zipper down. Feeling a new tingle of fear and anticipation, she watched as he freed his cock from his pants. Looking at it in wonder once it was in front of her face. It was the first uncut penis she had ever seen in real life, at about 3 and a half inches and stiff as a board, it was cute. She had to fight back a giggle when it occurred to her that it looked like a cowled Yoda.

"You do a good job on me and I'll take those cuffs off and leave you here with a warning." He said, holding her by her hair and pressing Yoda towards her mouth.

Not seeing where she had any choice and really more than a little thrilled with the whole episode, Sharon opened her mouth and took him in. It was the smallest cock she had ever had in her mouth and she was surprised that she rather liked the size. It let her really feel the whole length of him on her tongue and get a good seal with her lips as she sucked. The foreskin was strange, something new to explore. And when he started thrusting, she had no problem with gagging, ya she liked Yoda in her mouth.

The old deputy's precum was sweet, and she found she got a nice shot of it every time if she ran her stiffened tongue against the loose foreskin. She was wishing her hands were free so she could rub her cunt and play with his balls when she felt him squirt cum into her mouth. Startled, she jerked back a bit, loosing him from her mouth. His next shot hit her neck then a couple more landed on her tits. She stared at his little cock, the head half out of it's hood as the last of his cum started dribbling out. then looked up at him and showed him the cum on her tongue. Rolling it around till she was sure he knew she had some, then swallowing it and grinning at him.

He grinned back at her and said, "That'll do." Then pulled her to her feet and took the cuffs off her. Cupping her right breast for one more feel, he gave the nipple a tweak then walked around to the drivers door.

"Drive safely Mam." He said as he climbed in and put the car into gear.

Sharon stood there beside the road, her tits covered with cum and watched him drive away, already talking on his radio. I wonder who he's telling she thought with a last little thrill. then headed for her own car.

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[mark2703]

great story is there anymore with the niece

[singleot]

She will have a big roll in the whole story, I personally like taking her part of the story a little slower though, so I decided Sharon had to step up and slut up a bit. I plan on opening a lot of horizons for Misty so check back for the updates if your interested.

[singleot]

Here is the latest piece if anyone still reading this, I had a little trouble with the tenses in the second section but I think I got it worked out. If not, sorry. Enjoy.

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I was already on the roof and done with the swamp cooler by the time Misty showed up to help me. The roofs in our area of the country are fairly flat,
only having a 10% pitch with minimal attic space because it never snows here, well never more than a couple inches that only lasts a day. So things that
dropped out of the old Silver Maple tended to just lye where ever they fell. I was busy picking up branches and twigs, while looking for any damage the
larger ones might have caused when I heard Misty calling from the bottom of the ladder.

"Up here," I hollered back, walking over to the head of the ladder with my armful of branches. "Heads up." I told her as I dropped them on the growing
pile I had already started on the ground. Then I looked at her and swallowed.

She stood at the base of the ladder, one foot on the bottom rung and leaning forward a bit, holding both sides of it about shoulder high. The problem
was, from my vantage point, I was looking right into the loose v-neck of her shirt. A perfect view of her left breast grabbing and holding my eyes.

"Hold the ladder for me Uncle Bill," She called up, apparently not noticing my stare. "I'm coming up to help."

Still not taking me eyes off that lovely breast and the little puffy nipple that crowned it, I took hold of the ladder top and watched as she climbed. My
cock was rapidly getting chubby as I was treated to a shot of her other tit as well, the view getting better as she got closer. At the top of the ladder she
had to step to the side to gain the roof and kind of stumbled, on reflex, I grabbed her and pulled her to me.

She was trembling and had a death grip on my arm, her back pressed against my waste and as luck would have it, my trapped arm hugged immobile against her
chest. In fact, I could feel the nipple of her right breast turn into a hard little pebble in the palm of my hand and I had to fight my natural inclination
to squeeze her warm flesh or tweak it.

It was a fear that she would feel my growing cock sandwiched between us that made me step back and pull her away from the edge, then gently extract
myself.

"Your Ok," I told her, "I think I scared you worse by grabbing you than that little stumble warranted, sorry."

"I'll be fine," She said, looking flushed, "I'll just sit here for a minute to settle my nerves, then I'll help you if that's ok?" and she sank to the
roof and sat splayed out, her natural instinct telling her to use as much surface for stability as possible.

Unfortunately for my poor cramped penis. With her sitting like that, her hands flat on the roof behind her and her feet spread apart, knees bent. Her
t-shirt was pulled tight across her chest plainly displaying the contours of both her bra-less tits and the two little pee shaped points where her nipples
were. Even more unsettling was the way her skirt did little to cover the white bikini panties she wore. The tiny yellow smiley faces doing nothing to
camouflage the camel toe of her mons.

'Fuck me.' I thought, and it was all I could do to not kneel down and stick my head between her thighs. To run my tongue over those panties and watch
them go transparent with my saliva. To pull them aside and run the tip of it along her sweet little lips and tease her clit out from hiding. Shaking myself
mentally, I forced myself to look at her face, afraid I had been to obvious. Only to see that she was doing a little staring of her own.

Biting her bottom lip, her eyes were boring a whole through my pants, and looking down I saw that my semi hard cock was focus of her gaze. That of course
had the effect of turning it into a full erection as she watched. Trying to act like I wasn't aware of her eye lock on it, and not being able to resist
teasing her. I took hold of my shaft through my pants and pulled it to lye straighter down my pants leg, trying hard not to grin openly as she all but
slammed her knees together.

Turning away from her, I started back across the roof, needing to put some space between us before I did something I couldn't undo.

"I'm almost done up here," I called back to her, "we can't do any more with the cooler until your aunt gets back with the pads. I just need to grab these
last few branches and we can go back down."

She didn't say anything as I gather up the last three small limbs, and when I turned back towards the ladder I found she was on her feet, looking like
she had recovered from her fright. It was too bad that little skirt she had on wasn't a plaid I thought, she'd look like a catholic school girl if it were.
As it was, the smooth thighs left bare atop the long white socks were a very potent eye catcher as I walked over and tossed my burden on the pile in the
yard.

"That'll do it for up here," I told her, "We might as well climb down. I think the gutters look okay, I just want to run a hose into the down spouts to
make sure they are clear. Here, I'll hold the ladder for you again." and I grabbed it with my right hand, offering her my left to steady her as she got on
the rungs. Then enjoyed the reverse of the view I had earlier as she went down.

Joining her on the ground, I gathered an arm load of the piled branches and carried them to the utility trailer I keep in the side yard just for the
Silver Maples gifts. I'd have to haul a load to the green waste soon.

Misty added twigs and small limbs to the pile as I made a few more trips to transfer it to the trailer. Giving me numerous shots down her shirt or if she
were facing away from me, views of her pantie clad little pussy. It became pretty plane that she was flashing me on purpose. I thought briefly about seeing
how far she was willing to take it, but to tell the truth, while I was enjoying the show I doubted she understood that there might be consequences. And I
didn't yet know where Sharon and I stood at the moment, but fucking Misty surely wouldn't help any.

Once the yard was clear of limbs, I got a hose from the shed and hooked it up. Placing the ladder next to the downspout by Misty's end of the house, I
climbed high enough to feed it into the duct.

"Turn the water on all the way." I told Misty and holding it in place firmly I ducked as far out of the way as possible, knowing I was going to most
likely get wet. Sure enough, there was enough crap in there to back the water up and turn the top of the down spout into a miniature fountain. I cursed and
jammed the hose in repeatedly until the blockage disappeared. Misty laughing the whole time as I was drenched. But it ran clear finally and I signaled for
her to cut the water off.

Climbing down, I moved the ladder to the spout by Sharon and my room, and started up again.

"I wanna do this one." Misty chirped, almost dancing at the foot of the ladder. "You hold the ladder and I'll do it."

"Who'll turn on the water for you then?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at her antics.

"I'll just take it up already going," She told me, grinning "after all, it didn't save you from getting wet." and she hopped over to turn it on.

Amused by her enthusiasm for getting wet, I climbed down and handed her the hose as she trotted back over.

"Just feed it into the spout," I started to tell her, but she gave me a withering look.

"Ya, I saw what you did." She informed me, "I just need you to hold the ladder." and she went up the five rungs it took to get her in position.

Having been on the receiving end of numerous pantie flashes that afternoon, I don't know why it came as a surprise to look up and be staring at her half
covered ass cheeks and smiley faced pussy mound. But it did, maybe it was the fact that this time that ass was practically in my face. Within easy reach of
my hands. I wouldn't hardly have to stretch to run my tongue up the crack of her ass.

It was literally a cold shower that brought me back from the edge of doing it. I had started to lean in, my mouth going dry, when a cascade of water from
the hose started raining down. Breaking my momentary insanity.

Misty squealed with laughter as she tried to both push the hose into the spout and dodge the back spray.

"Jam it in hard girl!" I hollered up to her as the water continue to drench us both, then had to brace her as it looked like she was slipping. My hand
going of it's own volition up to support her by grabbing her left ass cheek. I started to yank it back, the taboo nature of the contact both sending a thrill
through me and making me cringe inside, but no sooner was it touching her ass than it seemed her weight settled against my palm, leaving me no choice in the
matter.

I stood there frozen, fighting the urge to do more than just hold her in place. My cock once more gaining it's full length and and girth in my pants as I
watched her white panties go transparent in front of my eyes. The cold water from the hose now running down her legs, some of it breaking loose to form a
small stream falling from her mound.

Unable to resist, I ducked my head under that stream, letting it wash over my face and fill my open mouth. The idea of it touching her virgin pussy
making it more precious than wine. As the water soaked more of her panties, I almost came when I saw her little asshole appear under my thumb. It was with a
sick fascination that I watched my thumb push at the little red spot, unable to enter it with the cloth in the way, but feeling it dimple in under the
pressure.

I honestly don't know if I could have stopped myself at that point, if Misty hadn't jerked me out of it. I felt her weight increase in my palm as her
feet seemed to slide on the wet ladder, the hose hitting the ground, I almost missed her small cry of "Catch me!" before she dropped into my desperately
out-flung arms.

"My hero," She breathed at me, then feigned a swoon, letting her head and arms fall dramatically limp, and placing her ripe young tits right there, the
hard little nipples begging for my lips. I stared at them hungrily, the wet t-shirt doing more to display there form and contour then to hide them. It was
too much, lifting her I dropped my face and let my lips touch her left nipple. She jerked up in my arms and pure panic at crossing the line made me slide my
mouth over, blowing a loud raspberry on the wet skin between her breasts.

With a very little girl like squeal of laughter, Misty squirmed from my arms and dropped to her knees. "Uncle Bill!" she accused me, flushed and
breathing hard, but her toothy smile lit up her face as she crossed her arms over her chest. And I couldn't help laughing at her mock indignity.

"Somebody forgot to wear a bra." I scolded, waggling my eyebrows at her, trying to cover what had happened by clowning, hoping she would let it pass as
one more innocent flirtation in a day of them. Relaxing when her smile grew even brighter.

"Come on," I continued, stepping over to the faucet and shutting it off. " We both need dry cloths before we do more. Go get changed." and throwing my
hands high, my fingers clawed like a silent movie monster, I chased her into the house, only breaking off as she slammed her bedroom door in my face, peels
of laughter still coming from the other side.

I stopped in the bathroom for a couple of minutes to wizz and get a towel out of the cupboard. Then went in to the bedroom to change. I'd pulled my shirt
off and was toweling my hair dry, when I caught the movement outside the window. A quick glance and I saw the ladder settling back into place. Turning my
back to the window, I looked into the mirrored closet door--Sharon had insisted they be in every room, and watched as Misty's face came into view. Peeking
through the gap at the top of the curtains.

I couldn't believe it, the little minx was actually spying on me! The serge of adrenalin this shot through my system was every bit as strong as when I
had first looked through that knot hole yesterday. I immediately decided that if she wanted to see me naked, I was going to give her a show. Hanging the towel
around my neck, I kicked my shoes loose and undid my pants. Making sure my back was square to the window, I worked the wet pants over my ass and down my
legs, taking the boxers I had on with them.

As soon as I got one leg free, I widened my stance and let my already hardening cock and balls swing free. Pulling my other leg from the wet pants, I
stayed bent over and used the towel to dry both legs. Working it up into my crotch and back down , setting my cock swinging. Then straightening and turning
towards the window, drying my balls and fully erect cock as I stepped to the foot of the bed, careful not to glance up at the window.

Spreading the towel on the bed, I turned and sat on it, my feet on the floor. Then let myself fall back to lye there, my 7" cock at full mast for my young
niece to see. Turning my head to the side, I could see Misty's eyes in the mirror, they were locked on my erection. Taking a slow shuddering breath, I
reached down and rapped my hand around my base and began to stroke it.

**********

Misty leaned against her door, her heart pounding with spent excitement. The afternoon had gone better than she could have ever imagined. Beginning when
she'd called him to the top of the ladder, knowing he would see her carefully staged pose, and actually stumbling and having his hand on her breast. Her
young body had stayed charged with a breathless-wicked anticipation. And things had taken on a pace of there own, from when she saw him shift his hard cock
on the roof, to when his hand had touched her ass.

All the daring little peeks she'd contrived to show her uncle as the afternoon wore on, had seemed like mere practice as soon as she'd seen him halfway
up that ladder. The idea of being in his place, her ass just the right height off the ground with her uncle below her, had had her heart pounding, even
before she saw the water start falling around him. Soaking his shirt and making it cling to the powerful muscles of his back. Seeing his tight ass flex, and
how those back muscles had rippled as he fought with the hose.

When he'd started to do the other spout, she'd decided that one was hers. It only took a little coaxing to get her way, and soon they'd switched places.
Her heart had been pounding out of her chest at the idea of him so close to her aching pussy. One glance down had made her knees weak as she saw that he had
indeed been staring up her skirt. She'd longed to lower herself, to thrust her ass at his face and offer herself to him. A fear of breaking the strange taboo
that had built over the coarse of the afternoon all that had stopped her.

Bracing herself for the shock of the cold water, she'd shoved the hose into the spout top, afraid for a second it wouldn't back up like it had with the
first one. Then gasped as it had. It was a surreal feeling as the water fell on her head, adding extra weight to her hair and making the t-shirt cling to her
breasts. The chill made her already hard nipples ache like never before. She'd felt it run down her body, wetting her panties and sliding sensually down her
thighs.

Her breath coming in short gasps, she'd imagined what her uncle was seeing. Wondered if he'd realized that not all the moisture in her panties was water.
Her head had actually spun for a second, and she'd felt herself sag, almost slip. Then it happened, his hand had been there or maybe it was her ass that had
found his hand, no matter how it happened, it had stolen her strength, taken her awareness of the world and dropped it into that palm...those strong fingers
that had cradled her.

Time had frozen, what were only mere moments stretched into an eternity as she'd waited, not knowing what to do, but desperate for something more. His
touch everything, it had pulled all the days tensions from her body, then given them back ten folds as it moved. It was like her soul returning as she'd felt
those finger squeeze her flesh, shivers running up her spine as one finger pushed at her tender asshole. The idea of such an intrusion had sent her over the
edge.

The orgasm hit her hard, sweeping away what little control she'd had left of her body. It was a solid wave that set her nerves on fire and buckled her
legs as it radiated out from her core. She hadn't even been sure if the plea for her uncle to catch her had made it to her lips, or just died in transit as
she'd felt herself falling. Her head swimming as she'd seemed to float slowly towards the ground, only to be in his arms. She'd known they would be strong,
all hero's had strong arms, She'd tried to tell him that, but the humming of her electrified nerves had pulled her back under and she'd let it.

Her mind had wandered in a haze of bliss, all except the part that was connected to him, that felt his arms under her, cradling her. That part of her had
been very aware of him, it had felt him lift her. Felt his lips brush her breast, felt them settle so fleetingly at her nipple. That part of her had sent a
screaming counter point through her body, shocking her from her reverie. It had convulsed her whole body and then...had shattered as he blew a raspberry
against her chest. The vibrations of his lips infusing her whole being with a ticklish quivering.

It had been unbearable, squealing like a little girl, her long ago trained response to such attacks had made her squirm from his grasp. Dropping to her
knees in the grass and trying to catch her breath.....

***

She slid her panties off first, the wet fabric cold against her still sensitive pussy. Her shirt was about to fallow it, when it occurred to her that he
was doing this same thing. That not fifty feet from where she stood, her uncle was stripping his own wet cloths off. She longed to go throw herself at his
feet, to offer herself to him. The idea thrilled and terrified her both. Would he actually want her? He had her beautiful aunt after all, and from what
she had witnessed, they had a very passionate sex life. So no--but maybe--having already watched her uncle through a window, it occurred to her that if she
hurried she might spy on him again.

With the idea came action, she didn't know how long he would take to change. Slipping back out of the house, she made her way to his window, only to find
no gap in the curtain. Disappointed, she was about to go back in, when she noticed that there was a 3" space at the top of the window where the curtains
didn't cover.

It was only a seconds work to move the ladder and climb the three rungs necessary to see in. He was shirtless again, but that was all, it seemed she had
made it in time.

She clung to the rungs of the ladder, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, as her uncle skinned the wet pants down his legs. His well toned, muscular
ass on perfect display to her. She could feel her pussy getting wet, and slid one hand down to cup her mound. Surprised to discover it bare to the world
under her skirt. The realization sending a wicked thrill through her.

Her fingers rubbed at her outer lips as she watched him spread his legs, his heavy ball sack and beautiful cock hanging below that ass. He toweled his
legs, bumping his cock and making it sway mesmerizingly as she found her clit and started circling it with one finger tip. She couldn't believe how hot he
was, how hot he was making her. When he stood and turned, giving her a full frontal view of his body, his cock sticking straight out before him, she started
cumming. Her cunt bathing her fingers in her sweet juices.

A momentary fear that he would spot her died when he turned and sat on the bed. She almost fell from the ladder a second time as he began stroking his
cock, his hand doing a sexy little twist each time it engulfed the head. She watched open mouthed as his shaft began to look wet, and she spotted a drop of
precum squeeze out as his hand approached the end of it's stroke, only to do the little twist and slide back down towards his balls.

She found she was rubbing her t-shirt cushioned nipples against the rough ridges on the aluminum rung, while her fingers where seeking a deeper more
urgent contact with her throbbing center. She'd never felt such a need to have something inside her, her whole being yearned to be filled, but her path was
blocked. Her finger hitting the thin wall of her cherry, probing at it, but wincing and drawing back like always.

Her uncle was stroking his cock faster now, his hand pumping his shaft frantically, the extra little tricks forgotten in his obvious need to reach a
climax. She wiggled the finger in her pussy, it was only in to the first knuckle, but it was better than nothing. She was tempted to get it over with, to jam
that finger all the way in, to feel what lay beyond. She almost did it, but then he came.

She froze as she watched it happen, she saw his shaft jerk, the head swelling then spewing a thick white geyser of cum into the air, to fall in a line
across his flat stomach. It was amazing, it just kept pumping shots out, the sperm falling to coat his hand and puddle at his belly-button. She wanted to do
that, for it to be her hand that stroked that cock to such climax. As she thought this, she also realized she wanted that cock, her uncle Bill's cock, to be
what broke the barrier, to take her cherry and fill the void she was feeling.

She all but fell off the ladder, her body barely functioning in it's urgent need. She would go in there, she would throw herself at his feet and beg for
that cock. Reaching the ground, she turned to do just that, and froze.

There, not 10' feet from her, sitting on the grass holding the leash of a huge dog, was a skinny redheaded girl. With mounting embarrassment, Misty
realized the girl must have seen everything! Horrified at this thought, she ran. She couldn't face the girl, all thought of anything other than escape flew
from her mind and she ran. Not stopping until she was once again leaning against the inside of her closed bedroom door.

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[April]

I finally found some un-distracted time to read this from the very start... and it was very much worth the wait. This is a fantastic, hot and sexy read.

I’m looking forward to reading the next instalment, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

[Landy]

You have me hooked. A good mix of sexual tension and action, keep it going.

[singleot]

It's a little spooky actually posting the sections of this story, like once they are let loose on here there isn't any changing the direction of the whole at that point. I appreciate the kind words, and to tell you the truth I want to see how it develops too.

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Sharon decided there wasn't any way to tell her husband about what had happened, short of explaining her reason for being topless and flashing a deputy sheriff. Besides, she'd had to admit to herself, it had really turned her on, it just seemed like it had been a natural thing to happen in the state of mind she was in. Top that with the fact that he had tried to hide his little scheme to spy on Misty, and the idea of keeping the episode a secret, not only seemed necessary, but justified. If he had no problem doing stuff behind her back, the same standard should apply to her.

By the time she made it out of the home depot with what she hoped were the right cooler pads, Sharon was wishing there were a place to take a shower. She'd felt like every person she had passed in the immense store had smelled the sex on her. Like she was a bitch in heat strolling through a kennel. And it was disturbing that it had excited her, made every sway of her hips seem like an invitation.

Even the people she saw walking on the sidewalks as she drove, seemed like potential sex. It was like whatever gland in her brain supplied it with endorphins was over stimulated or stuck in the on position. She tried to deny ever feeling so sexually charged and wanton before. So on the edge of control. But she knew it had happened, once before she had lost her reserve, lost grip on the bounds of propriety.

She had felt this way after her Uncle Pete had taken her virginity one day by their pool. It was at the start of her senior year in high school, she had just turned 18 and had trusted him, looked at him like a replacement for the father that had abandoned her and her mother years before, leaving them for his secretary, Pam's mother. She had hated Pam back then, blaming her as much as her mother for stealing her dad.

But her Uncle Pete had been special. He had treated her like a princess her whole life, catering to her childish games when she was a little girl, and giving her unending attention and patience when ever he was around. He had become the rock of her life, as her mother spent less and less time at home, her carrier as a sales exec dominating her own life.

She hadn't thought anything of it when her uncle approached her by the pool. She was lying on her stomach sunbathing, she didn't even bother to reach up and retie her top. She had actually been happy to see him back, he'd been at some vacation resort in Mexico for a couple of weeks.

He had started right in telling her all about the trip, from the long boring flight, to the view from the harness of a para-sail. When he had gotten to the part about the beaches, he had offered to put lotion on her back. He had straddled her legs and began spreading the lotion on her shoulders first. His descriptions of the tropical paradise and the coconut smell of the lotion transporting her.

His voice had turned naughty when he confessed that the beaches there had been topless, and sent a thrill through her young body when he said she would have loved it, that she would have been the most beautiful one there. Her nipples had stiffened at the idea of being topless, of walking along the beach with him, the tropical sun bathing her young breasts.

He was rubbing the lotion into the small of her back, when she noticed something stiff and fleshy nudging against her ass. Puzzled, she had twisted around to see what it was. Her heart almost stopping when she saw his cock. It was jutting out of the fly in his shorts, the head of it lying on her. It looked huge, frightening and kind of angry, the reddish purple head seaming to be swollen out of proportion with the slimmer shaft.

Then his weight was on her, his chest on her back, pinning her to the lounge. His stiff cock grinding at her ass, he kissed the back of her neck wetly, all the time telling her how much he had missed her, that he loved her and had wanted to please her for so long. His hand tangling in her hair as his mouth moved up her cheek, the pleading that she understand his love assaulting her ear. The promises to make her like it.

She had felt him reach between them, felt him trying to get his cock between her legs. She had begged him then, cried and pleaded that he not do it. But he had, he had found her virgin slit, pushed aside the thin strip of fabric and wedged that angry head against her opening. It had hurt so much, the pressure of his cock stretching her, then ripping away her virginity. He had been relentless in that first thrust, berrying his full length in her trembling body before stopping.

She had screamed then, the pain and betrayal too much. But her mom wasn't home, nobody had heard it and then his hand had covered her mouth. he had simply lain there for a time, his cock filling her tortured little pussy. One hand stroking her hair while he covered her mouth with the other one. Telling her it would be all right, that he loved her and would make it good for her. Thanking her for giving him her virginity.

Defeated, she had stopped struggling and sagged against the lounge, quietly weeping and trying to understand what she had done to make him treat her like that. Unable to believe that it was the same man that had made her feel so safe her whole life. He had started moving then, his hips rocking just a little at first, the shaft of his cock moving slowly inside her. Then more, the stokes getting longer, the head of his cock dragging and catching at the place where her virginity once was, only to push back into her again.

His cock had become her world for a time then, her mind retreating from the reality of what was happening and focusing on the strange intruder in her body. His murmured words receding to a dull buzzing in her ear as the pain in her core had faded. It had seemed to last forever, that intruder rubbing her and stretching her as it was pistoning in and out of her. The discomfort easing as she became more wet, her natural lubricants starting to flood her channel.

It had started little, a tiny pinprick that reached out and started pulling at her breath, at the fibers of her being. Started relighting the fires in her gut, but with a warm glowing this time, a radius of humming pleasure that built in an ominous wave. Towering over her like the crest of a flash flood. It swept through her, locking the muscles of her body in a rictus of frozen pleasure. And he had cum, she had felt it as her vaginal walls locked around his cock, it had swelled and jumped inside her, trapped in the vice of her own orgasm, it had flooded her with his seed.

He had left her there, simply climbed off her wracked body and left. Maybe worse, he had stopped coming around after that. She hadn't told anyone, not even her mom, but she suspected after a time that her mom might know, or suspect something had happened, because she never made an issue of his absence.

That's when she had felt like she did now, like she had been left hallow, with a void to fill. A deep yearning to feel connected to someone, anyone for a time, a blissful urgent needful time. She had run around after that, fucking anyone who paid her the slightest attention, earning a reputation as the best cocksucker in her class. A skill she was proud to demonstrate on any Tom, Dick and Harry that had a zipper.

She had thought of herself as free, had even excused her Uncle Pete for his actions, though it did nothing to bring him back around. It was her mother that stepped in, hearing about her exploits, she had moved her to a private school. A veritable prison with rules and chaperons 24/7. They had more or less beaten the wild out of her. Made her 'sane' again.

Now she wasn't so sure, as those old wanton freedoms reawakened in her, she was thinking maybe they had robbed her of her true nature. Maybe she should have thanked her Uncle Pete for waking her up. Just like now, she felt so alive. One thing she decided, if it ended up being Misty's fate to loose her virginity to Bill, she would make sure he didn't leave her afterward.

**********

I watched Misty's eyes as I blew my load, looking directly at her as my cum erupted from my cock. But she was too focused to notice, and disappeared from the ladder almost before I finished. I lay there spent, listening for the door, half hoping half afraid she would come into the room. Knowing that if she did come in there right then, I would fuck her. It wouldn't matter that she was Sharon's, now my, niece. I would impale that sweet body of hers with my cock.

What I heard though, was her door. And I sighed as the tension drained from me. Glad I didn't have to face my own lust, while still a little disappointed.

Pulling the towel from beneath me, I swamped up the mess I had made, checking the bed cover for any over spray. That would be all I needed, to have Sharon find a big cum spot on the spread. Satisfied, I pulled on some cut-off shorts and a t-shirt. Then slipped into my old flip flop sandals, and headed back outside.

Passing Misty's door, I paused, then tapped on it. "I'll be outside," I called threw it, " I need to put stuff away." It felt awkward standing there, like we had crossed a line that was hard to uncross, and I supposed we had. She called back something about a shower, so I went on out side. There were tools to be put up, and some fresh air seemed like a good way to clear my head.

There hadn't been many people out and about today, and it was the same now. The only person in sight was Kimberly and her dog Bones down the block. She waved at me and I waved back.

Kimberly was our girl next door, well to be more accurate, three houses down, and while not really a shy girl, she was very quiet and reserved. She appeared taller than her 5'7" or so because she was so lanky, I doubt she weighed 90 lbs. Though she had turned 17 recently, she was one of those girls who would look 12 when she hit 20. Specially when you saw her out walking her dog Bones, though I use the term walking loosely. It was more like she was trying to be an anchor while the young Great Dane romped through the neighborhood. Dragging her from point to point. Luckily, for all his size, he seemed to be a friendly cuss. He was the only reason I even knew who Kimberly was, having dragged her right to me the first time we met so he could say a sloppy hand licking hello.

Kimberly has long straight red hair, usually bound up in a pony tail down her back. Huge green eyes and freckles like a field of clover. If you could get her to smile, those eyes would sparkle like emeralds, but those moments were few and all too brief as she seemed almost afraid to shine. I suspected there was a brilliant wit trapped inside her.

She lived with her grand parents, I don't really know the circumstances of why. I never saw her in anybody's company other than the dog, and to be honest, I thought they were a matched pair. She had that same lean almost stringy muscularity and over-sized joints as the dog did. Both looked like they had just gone through a growth spurt and were waiting for their flesh to catch up. Her cloths usually draped loosely from her body just like the adolescent Danes skin.

As she turned into her drive way, it occurred to me that I should introduce Misty to her. They were close enough in age. Marking that as something I needed to remember to do, I surveyed the yard. It would pass Sharon's scrutiny I decided, then coiled the hose and grabbed the ladder.

I put the things back in the shed, then stood in the doorway, knowing I was going to go peep through the hole, I'd known it from the second I heard the word shower at her door. Even with the 6' double lap cedar fence around the yard, I felt compelled to look for any possible witnesses.

She was in the shower when I looked, the clear curtain only distorting my view a little. Her hair was full of lather and the white suds were sliding down her sleek form. Her small breasts shaking as she scrubbed at her scalp.

My cock quickly got uncomfortable in the shorts, so I fished it out, the cool air an added stimulus as I started to stroke it, glad I didn't have to be worried about Sharon catching me this time. My cock almost hurt, so I took care to stroke it slowly, not really even caring if I got off, just enjoying the feel of it as I took in the show.

I had my right eye to the hole, my left one closed when my stroking hand ran into a smaller one. Another hand rapped around the head of my cock, and a small voice said, "Let me do that Mr. Casey," and as my hand froze, the other hand gave my cock a soft short stroke.

Busted a second time in as many peeps, I pulled back from the hole and looked at Kimberly, she grinned, and like Sharon before her, leaned in to look through the hole. But unlike Sharon she just chuckled and leaned back. Never releasing her hold on my cock.

"You should introduce us Mr. Casey," she said, " who knows, you could be watching both of us in that shower." her eyes full of mischief. I tried to say something, but though I opened my mouth more than once, nothing would come out.

"Go ahead and watch her," Kimberly told me," I watched her masturbate a little while ago, up on a ladder spying on you, it only seems fair to me." and she nodded for me to return to the hole. She had watched Misty...? More than a little stunned and confused, not to mention terrified, I did as I was told. Finding Misty busy washing her chest.

Kimberly pushed my hand from my cock and started giving it long velvety strokes, her touch sending shivers like whispers down my spine.

"After she ran in the house, " The soft voice breathed by my ear, " I climbed that ladder to see what she had been looking at, and there you were Mr. Casey, with this big beautiful cock of yours all covered in cum. If I hadn't had Bones with me, I would have rapped on the window. But I had to take Bones home first. Then I saw you come back here, and I couldn't resist coming back to flirt with you."

To be honest, as beautiful as Misty was, I was having a hard time paying attention to her shower as Kimberly drove me towards a massive orgasm with both her hand and her voice.

"I've always liked you Mr. Casey," she breathed, "even before I knew you had such a great cock, imagine my joy when I saw you standing here stroking it." and she licked the edge of my ear, the feather touch of her tongue dragging a groan from the depths of my soul. I gave up on watching Misty then, as Kimberly sank to her knees and took me into her mouth.

Her blow-job wasn't polished, just a simple licking and her lips wrapped around my head, while her hand continued to stroke the shaft. But it wasn't going to take much to finish me off, the sight of her puckered little mouth on my cock about all I could take.

"I'm going to cum," I warned her, and started to back off from her mouth. But she moaned and gripped me tighter, her freckled cheeks dimpling under the pressure of her suction. And I let myself go. Watching her eyes go wide as my cum washed across her tongue. Then close as I saw her throat working to force the thick load past her tonsils. She did a great job of taking it all, lucky I think that I had already shot one load in the bedroom.

I pulled from her mouth when her ministrations got too much for my sensitive head, and lifted her up, pinning her to the wall with my body as I kissed her. My tongue seeming to surprise her as I probed it at her lips. I rubbed at her right nipple with the palm of my hand, not finding any noticeable breast but sending a shudder through her frame as the nipple extended. She pushed weakly at my chest even as she kissed me back.

Letting up on the kiss after a moment, I looked into her half glazed eyes. "I want you," I told her low and urgent, "I want to feel your tight little pussy rapped around my cock."

Her eyes opened back up, alarm showing clearly in them. "I'm a virgin, Mr. Cassey, I don't want my first time to be in some back yard, or on some spur of the moment thing, I want it to be a memory, something I'll never regret." She said, her eyes pleading and her hands pushing a little harder at my chest. "Please.." She all but whispered.

I was tempted, everything that had happened in the last two days seemed to push me to take her anyway. But she was so frail, her eyes, the ones that had just moments ago been so full of mischief, were full of fear now. I eased back, gave her my best smile. "Ok." I said taking a step back and tucking my half hard cock back in my shorts, her body visibly relaxing again and her bright smile coming back.

I glanced at the hole, the heat of the moment having passed, it occurred to me that she knew about it. But she must have seen it in my face, Because she shook her head at me.

"Don't worry about that, I think it's really cool." And she grinned."besides, I want you to introduce me to her, and who knows, you might be watching me in there, or even the two of us." she was all temptress again, her eyes dancing suggestively.

She stepped to the hole and glanced through, then looked back at me. "I better get out of here," she said, "she's not in the bathroom anymore," and she looked around like she expected Misty to pop out of thin air.

I couldn't have agreed more, but I took her wrist and stopped her for a second. "Remember," I started to say, but she put her fingers to my lips.

"Don't worry Mr. Casey, I won't be saying anything to any one about any of this. You just remember to introduce us, this neighborhood is a lonely place when your my age." and she stretched up on her toes, replacing her fingers with a quick kiss, before turning and running from the yard.

Wondering what I had gotten myself into, and how long it would be before my life imploded, I replaced the knot and went looking for Misty.

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Misty couldn't believe what she had just watched her uncle do, and that girl, God, she had been right there watching. She had probably been able to see right up under Misty's skirt, sitting on the ground like that. Been able to see her naked pussy and her fingers working it as she watched her uncle stroke his hard cock.

She'd seen that girl before, walking that huge dog, but though she was taller than Misty, it was hard to tell how old she was. Misty had had her figured as a few years her junior, but now she wasn't so sure. There had been a calm, easy smile on the girls face. Like she had really enjoyed watching Misty play with her cunt. The idea made her shiver. That expression had aged her in Misty's mind though, there was an assurance, a knowledge there that a younger girl wouldn't have shown.

Then there was her uncle, she still wanted to find him and beg him to take her, to make her. But the moment was past, the instant when she could have thrown all caution to the wind had escaped her. Had blown away in the presence of the red headed girls knowing eyes. Those eye knew things, she could feel it. Even now they made her shiver, made her want to show herself again, to learn what it had been that she had seen in them, to understand.

She shook herself, amazed that her mind had considered that thought, that it had made her stomach flutter with butterflies. God, how could someone sit there so openly, so unconcerned and watch someone else masturbate. How could she have remained that calm about it? She wouldn't have been able to do it, she knew that, from hiding, but not out in the open like that.

She wondered if the girl was still out there, would she tell people about her? She felt a moments panic at the thought of her telling her uncle. Then a guilty little hope that she would, that her uncle would come take her, would be so aroused by it that he would have to have her. She realized she needed to talk to the girl, as unthinkable as that was. She had to know if she would keep her secret.

Slipping quietly into the living room, she peeked out the window to see if the girl was still there. Preying that she would be gone even as she knew she needed to find her, to plead for her silence. Seeing nothing but an empty yard, Misty crept back into her room, relieved that she didn't have to deal with things right that second. And wishing she could get away with never having to.

Kicking her shoes off, she crawled onto her bed, the afternoons happenings seeming to bombard her mind. For the first time since she got here, she missed her mom. She would never have been able to tell her about it all, but her mom was solid. She knew just where she stood with her. She was expected to be a kid. Here, things happened. Things that were exciting, but things that were scary too.

And she was sore, she had never been as rough with her fingers before, and she could tell. Crawling on to the bed had sent twinges of pain out from her pussy, Afraid she might have gone too far and torn her own cherry, she probed at it gently, finding it intact as far as she could feel, the lack of blood on her fingers also comforting.

Of course that's when her uncle had chosen to knock on her door and say something about going out side. not wanting to face him or anyone else right then, she called back that she was going to shower. As she said it, she realized it was true, she did want to shower, she wanted to feel clean. With a renewed purpose, she slid from the bed and went to her bath.

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Well, sense someone must still be interested in this story to have nominated it, I figured I should add some. Thanks to anyone who voted for my story.

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Kimberly didn't stop running until she reached the back door to her house. She never used the front door, her grandpa would be in the front room watching tv from his wheel chair. and while she loved him, he could be very demanding of her time. Bones was happy to see her as always, crowding the other side of the door so hard she could barely get it open. Then taking off toward her room, looking back every few feet to make sure she was following.

Closing the door to her room, she threw herself down on the bed, Bones right beside her almost before her body settled. Throwing a leg across him, she hugged his neck while he did his best to lick her face.

"You won't believe what I just did Bones." She told him, she couldn't believe it herself. She had sucked Mr. Casey's cock! It had been a day of interesting things, but she had been half in love with Mr. Bill Casey for almost a year, almost since the first day Bones had dragged her over to him. She didn't know many people, her home life made it impossible for her to make friends. But Bill Casey was always smiling at her and waving.

He was so good looking, manly. He was the one she tried to picture while her gramps touched her. That was why she didn't try to make any friends, well, except for Bones. How could she bring someone home from school to a house where her grandma ran around naked all day, and her gramps was always stoned and horny. She knew the only reason she was still a virgin was that he was paralyzed from the waste down. That and her grams was always telling him, 'You leave her cherry be old man, that's hers.'

She knew anybody she brought home with her wouldn't understand, would take the story of her grand parents back to school and spread it around. So she didn't talk most of the time, she found that if she didn't talk, people left her alone. But not Bill Casey, he made her feel warm inside every time he smiled at her. She like to walk Bones when she saw him outside.

Then that girl had shown up. She had seen her over there at the Casey house all this last week. It had been horrible, she'd had to stay away, afraid they would be introduced. That couldn't happen, she would never be able to keep someone that close from finding out everything. So she had kept her distance, watching to see if the girl left. She watched the girl every time she was outside, careful to stay out of sight.

Then today, she'd seen how the girl was teasing him, it had made her mad, she was the one who should have been doing that. But the girl was really pretty, girls like that could tease men. Kimberly didn't have any body to use, her grams told her she was just unfinished, but that was small comfort when she looked at other girls like this one. Only her gramps had ever shown any desire for her.

After a while, she had started getting turned on, watching them sneak peaks at each other had made her horny. When they had gone inside, she had figured the show was over, and had started to take Bones home. Then the girl come back out, and it was pretty obvious she was trying to be sneaky. When it became clear that the girl was peeping, she had been drawn to the yard in pure fascination.

She hadn't even noticed Bones and her standing right behind her, watching as she began playing with herself. She'd noted that the girl didn't have any panties on with some interest. Kimberly was used to her life, people would think it odd to say the least, but she had grown up there, had been included in her grand parents sexual peculiarities for as long as she could remember. But the sight of a stranger doing something sexual, that had been something new. She'd seen a lot on the internet, but that was impersonal and hadn't prepared her for how sexy she had found watching the girl to be.

Without even thinking about it, she had taken a seat in the yard, just quietly watching as the girl masturbated. She had thought the girl was pretty before, but as she watched her, she had decided that she was way more than pretty. She was perfect in every area, even her pussy was beautiful. She had surprised herself when she'd realized she wanted to touch it. She'd wanted to play with that pussy.

She had been surprised again when the girl had dropped from the ladder and caught her watching, had seen the realization dawn in her eyes that she wasn't alone. Kimberly had tried to think of something to say to her, but she had run into the house, her cheeks flaming. She'd had to dig in her heels as Bones tried to chase her. Just that fast, it was all over.

Wondering what the girl had been watching and hoping it was who she would have been watching, she had climbed the ladder for a quick peek. The sight of her fantasy guy lying on the end of the bed naked, no, better than that, he had been lying there with a huge cock all covered in cum. Had been totally awesome. It had made her instantly wet. Like all her best dreams come true.

She had stared at the cum, wishing she were in there to taste it, she had often imagined having him cum in her mouth like the videos on the net. Had wondered what it would really feel like to have his cock in her mouth, his sperm on her tongue. And his cock, it was wonderful, so long and thick, better than what she had always pictured.

He was wiping himself off with the towel, when Bones decided he was done standing around, had basically yanked her off the ladder. For the first time she could ever remember, she had been mad at the dog. He'd had enough of being in one place though, and she had little choice but to go with him. She'd pretty much just let him drag her around by his leash for a while, the last 20 minutes clouding her thoughts, as he'd found all his neighborhood boundaries to re-mark.

The whole episode kept repeating in her mind, she didn't blame the girl for peeping and playing with her pussy, she would have had her hand in her own pants if Bones hadn't run off with her. God he had such a nice dick. The memory of it made her feel weak, and she wanted to burn the image into her mind, to make sure it would be there for future fantasies.

She wondered who the girl was, she felt a strange connection to her now. A strong attraction she had never felt with anyone else her age. Maybe it was because she knew something secret about her, something as damning to her as Kimberly's own secrets. For the first time, her desire to know someone seemed stronger than her fear. To have someone her own age to confide in, to share things with, the idea made her ache inside, made her eyes tear up. She had to find out if it could work.

About the time Bones had steered them home, she'd seen Mr. Casey come back out in his yard, and when he'd looked in her direction she had waved. Feeling an inner glow as always when he'd waved back, that ever present smile on his face. Sighing, she'd taken Bones in the house and let him off his leash, planning on going to her room to think about things, maybe figure out how to talk to the girl.

"Is that you Kimmy girl?" She'd heard her gramps call from the front of the house, and though she'd been more than a little horny and most likely would have been masturbating in only a few moments. The idea that he might be in the mood to touch her, just hadn't been what she wanted right then. So she'd quietly slipped back out the door. Given a little time he'd probably dose off and forget about her.

Her feet had seemed to head in the direction of the Casey house on their own volition. Her mind trying to work through the idea of having someone her own age to talk to, the more she'd thought about it, the more urgent the need had seemed. It wasn't like the girl would know about her gramps and his fondling of her, or the things her grams did with Bones, they wouldn't do any of that in front of someone else, it would just be the nudity and pot smoking.

She had seen Mr. Casey carry the ladder and stuff into the back yard, he'd sure looked good in his cut-offs, and she'd decided that she needed to talk to him. Find out more about the girl. Maybe she was only going to be around for a short time, for the summer. That thought was comforting, her school would be letting out in a week, and she doubted they would put this girl in classes with only that long to go. School had probably ended earlier where ever she came from.

Those thoughts bolstering her resolve, she'd ducked through their car port in search of him, knowing from past observation that he had a small work shed where he kept his stuff.

She hadn't seen him at first, her attention focused at the shed. Only when he'd made a little grunting sound did she swing her eyes his way. Seeing the star of her fantasies fully erect and exposed for the second time in less than an hour had just seemed unreal. She had spent months imagining him in a myriad of different sexual scenarios, knowing there was no chance of any of them coming true. And yet there he was again, there was his hard cock, the target of all her speculation and longing.

Well, there hadn't been any window between them then, no dog pulling her away. Before she had even considered what she was doing, she'd been beside him, her hand rapped around the exposed head of his cock. It had been just like in some of her dreams of him, taking him by surprise. Her voice had come out sexy, the practiced flirtation of a hundred rehearsed encounters with this man seeming to flow from her mouth. Now as she thought back on it, she couldn't believe the things she had said.

It was him that seemed startled, she had felt a brief serge of power at the fright in his eyes. Then she'd seen the hole, she'd known even before she looked that the girl was in there, that he was the one peeping that time, it was almost poetic. She had teased him about it, made him squirm, had felt in control of a sexual situation for the first time in her life. She had directed him to return to the hole, to his peeping, just to feel that control, thrilling when he did it.

The idea that it could be her in there made her hot, made her wish for it. She had taken control of his cock, marveled at the feel of it, the length of it sliding through her hand. She had dreamed of this cock so many times, so many fantasies of sucking it. She'd had to know, to feel it in her mouth, she'd dropped to her knees and done it. She'd taken him, having to extend her jaw much more than she had ever imagined.

It was a strange thing to have something alive like that in her mouth, a part of someone else. She had expected it to be harder, more intrusive, but while his shaft was solid in her hand, the head of his cock was soft. It seemed to mold to her tongue, it was somehow perfect in there.

He'd tried to take it back from her, to pull it from her mouth, but she had held him tighter. Had protested, and he had cum. She felt him swell, then her tongue was bathed in thick fluid. The realization of what was happening had galvanized her, all the times she had dreamed about that instant, about him, Mr. Bill Casey cumming in her mouth, it was happening.

All her past speculations flooded her mind as he flooded her mouth. It didn't really taste like much, kind of like salt water she decided, only thicker. And it was hard to swallow, she had to work it to the back of her throat before it would go down. The way the head of his cock had swollen and the feel of it pumping the cum onto her tongue was wonderful. She knew she would always love doing this, sucking cock. That she would be doing it again, hopefully with this cock here.

Then he had lifted her, handled her like she were a child. He had stripped her of her power in an instant. His mouth had been demanding, his big hand covering her nipple. It had become too much, she hadn't wanted to feel that way with him, he'd always been her safe one. She had gotten scared as things started to get beyond her control. Her gut had clenched when he'd said he wanted to fuck her, to have her rapped around his cock. All the lectures about saving her virginity that her grams had given her had rung in her head. And she had pleaded with him.

It had been a close thing, she had seen it in his eyes, there was a moment when he had been going to do it, to use her. But then he had been Bill Casey again, the man that always had a smile for her. He hadn't given her back the power she had felt before, but he had found her of worth, made her feel safe again in his presence.

She'd run home after that, after telling him again that she wanted to meet the girl. Too many things, too many sights crowding her head for her to make sense of it all. She realized too late, that she hadn't even found out what the girls name was, let alone if she was going to be there long.

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From what she could see in the mirror, Sharon was going to be happy with the 3" platinum extensions she was having done to her hair. She knew she should have just gone with a less expensive weave, since she would probably change hair style or color long before a weave became a problem. But there was just something she hated about those, and she was feeling like being pampered, so extensions had seemed like the ticket.

For the most part she was happy with the current blue-black color and the cut of her hair. What she didn't like, was not being able to wear dark clothing without looking goth, and goth made her feel like one of those woman that tries desperately to feel young by dressing young. She had no problem with her age, in fact she was damn proud to look as good as she did at 27.

There was always something restful about being in a salon, it always seemed to sooth her spirit. The racy banter tossed around was usually good for a few laughs, most of it so outrageous you knew it was made up. The temptation to tell about her run in with the deputy was giving her a wicked little thrill, but she decided to keep quiet as a red haired woman started telling some joke about Tiger Woods and Jesse James, and though this got a laugh, it set everyone to talking about Sandra Bullock and Tiger's wife, though nobody knew her name.

Enjoying the whole atmosphere of it, but not really caring about the current topic. Sharon let her attention drift out into the food court. That was one of her favorite things about this particular salon, the way it looked out on the endless bustle of the food court. In a very real way, you could experiences most of what the mall had to offer by watching the people clustered around those small tables. Watching as families came together and showed each other the treasures they found. The latest fashions of every age group paraded through that court, displayed on every body type imaginable.

As she watched a group of young girls around one table stealing flirting glances at a group of boys from another, their excited giggling obvious even from her seat in the salon, Sharon relaxed. The familiar routine helping to bring her out of the dark mood she had felt trapped in. Well, it could also be the two glasses of White Zinfandel wine she had sipped since starting the extensions.

It wasn't the boy that caught her eye, it was the three that were harassing him. The biggest of them had grabbed his paperback book away and was obviously ridiculing the owner about it, while his two cronies laughed. The whole thing played out like it had happened a dozen times before. It was obvious the trio didn't expect any retaliation or even real effort to be brought against them, nor did they get any.

Sharon was just beginning to squirm and thinking about pointing the three of them out to the salon manager, when they got bored and tossed the book into the nearest trash can, then headed deeper into the mall. She watched as the young man retrieved his book and settled back at his table, he didn't look fazed by what had happened. And despite herself, she felt a kind of kinship with him. There was something in the way he shrugged what had happened off, that spoke to her inner need to move on, to except what life gave her moment by moment.

She studied him for a while, he looked to be around 5'10" or so tall, it was hard to tell now that he was seated again, with a lean build. His face wasn't really too bad, he had a nice square jaw line, and big dark eyes. She decided that it was the long straight hair that made him seem plain, it was hard to look past it and see the potential. Hard to see the way those features would fill in as he matured. Having seen it before, she was sure he would grow into a very hansom man. It just hadn't happened yet at maybe 17.

From the length of his hair, it was obvious he hadn't had a hair cut since he hit his teens. It reached almost to the small of his back and was probably a matter of pride for him, but the more she studied him, the more she wanted to see what he looked like with a short cut.

"All done." It took a second for those two words to register on Sharon's mind, and her focus on the young guy in the court must have been obvious, for as she looked at Ashley, the salon manager slash stylist who had spent the last hour and a half on her hair, she found her looking at the boy. "I see you noticed Simon." Ashley said, a slightly rueful smile on her lips.

"You know him?" Sharon asked, eying the petite blond in surprise.

"Every girl in here has tried to cut that hair," She laughed, "he won't even consider it. I've offered to do it for free more than once, but he just kind of grins and shakes his head." Shaking her head, she went on. "To tell you the truth I'd pay that kid to sit for me at this point. There's just something, well, I don't want to say innocent, because it's not that. It's more like there's a calm about him that promises great things if the storm ever hits." And she sighed, a look that Sharon could only interpret as frustrated longing on her face.

Sharon turned back to look at the boy again, the obvious lust of the stylist shining a different light on her speculations of him. She could see it, he had that whip cord leanness that usually lent itself to good stamina. The idea that he might still be a virgin, an untapped well of young male testosterone made her pussy just a little wet. And that hair, while it was kind of impressive in an old west Indian kind of way, it just didn't suit him.

"You have time to cut it now?" She asked Ashley, glancing at her and receiving a nod. "Is there anywhere a little more private than this?" Sharon asked, a rather naughty urge making her damp pussy tingle.

"We have the two waxing rooms, I can do a cut in one of them if you want." Ashley answered, looking a little puzzled at the question."Those are basically just more elaborate chairs than these."

Sharon looked the stylist over, she had sat for the girl a dozen times and felt a certain amount of openness from the stories shared about her husband and the various boyfriends Ashley had spoken of in the last two years. There had been many dirty jokes and recountings of crazy things done in the past. Ashley had virtually no tits, and very small dark nipples that Sharon had seen glimpses of at almost every sitting. It didn't take a very big gap in the neck of her shirt to display them. It was actually something Sharon was a little envious about, as she would love to be able to flash people so subtly. To make up for this lack of bosom, she had a very nice rounded bubble butt. All in all, Sharon had always found her a little sexy.

Deciding to go with the impulse she was feeling, she fished her visa out of her purse. "Settle the extensions and book one of those rooms," She told the girl, "I'll be right back with your client." and she winked at Ashley's more than a little bemused look.

Standing, Sharon took a quick look in the mirror and decided the new extensions were just what she'd hoped for, and nodded at Ashley's raised eyebrow. Then grinning, she stepped out of the salon and headed towards the boy's table. She had decided she wanted to push things a little, see just how far the lust she had seen in Ashley's eyes would allow her to go. She knew she was being reckless and impulsive, but just like before, she really didn't want to stop.

"Hi, I'm Sharon, can I ask you a personal question?" She asked him as she slid into the seat next ot his. His eyes were startling when he looked at her, almost a gunmetal gray with just a hint of surprised interest in them. He's an old soul she thought, and knew she was going to do whatever it took to light those eyes up with desire.

"Sure." Was all he said, closing his book and setting it aside, she glanced at it and wasn't really surprised to see the Jimi Hendrix story Electric Gypsy. It kind of fit the picture of him she had already formed.

Looking him dead in the eye, she asked her question. "Has anyone ever sucked your cock?" and felt a surge of triumph as his cheeks colored a nice rose.

He looked at her for a few moments, as if trying to decide if he should take her seriously, then shrugged, "Not yet." he admitted. He did have an air about him like Ashley had described, but it wasn't unshakable. She could see the tension in him now, like he was afraid to hope but couldn't help it.

Toying with the top button on her blouse, she nodded towards the salon where she could see Ashley standing in the door way watching them.

"You let Ashley there cut your hair," She told him leaning closer and dropping her voice. "and I'll suck your cock for as long as it takes." He swallowed and she could see the brief battle rage within him. When he nodded, she felt her pussy absolutely drench her panties. Smiling, she took his hand and led him to the salon. Almost laughing at the surprised look on Ashley's face.

"Simon has agreed to let you cut his hair," She told her, and pushed the little blond gently into the salon ahead of her. A hush fell over the place as Simon entered, and Sharon saw naked lust in more than one of the looks directed at him. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, and Ashley seemed to get control back as she re-entered her environment.

"First things first." Ashley said, steering them to one of the sinks and motioning for Simon to take a seat. Leaning him back she began wetting his long hair. "Just how did she get you to agree to this?" she asked him, and Sharon was impressed by the way she only skipped about one beet at his answer.

Blushing, Simon told her. "She promised to suck my dick." then looked at her like he was afraid she would call off the deal.

"I see," She said, running her fingers through his heavy hair, making sure it was thoroughly wet, before rapping a towel around it and sitting him up. "Guess we better move this into one of the private rooms then." and she motioned towards a short hall at the back of the shop.

The room was larger than Sharon expected, with a chair that would be right at home in any gynecologists exam room. Having Simon take a seat, Ashley threw a drape over him and fastened it around his neck. then pulled the towel loose and started fluffing his hair.

Sharon watched this for a minute, trying to gauge how to approach without being too much in the way, then just settled for kneeling on the floor between his legs. He stared at her, the cool front he had been wearing finally gone and an adolescent young man about to get his cock sucked for the first time looking at her. She slid her hands along his legs, going up under the drape to rub him through his jeans.

'Damn.' She thought as she found the growing bulge, it felt like the kid was big. She traced the shape of his cock as it continued to inch along his leg and felt her stomach do a little flutter. She gripped him as well as she could through the jeans and slid her hand along his length a few times, feeling it swell and straighten under her hand.

Glancing up at Ashley, she found the stylist watching her, one hand holding a lock of Simon's hair, a comb poised in the other. Any thought of starting the cut forgotten as she watched Sharon's hands move under the drape. Wanting to see the girls reaction, Sharon undid his jeans and being careful to hook his boxers also, she drew them down his legs. She didn't have to watch his lap to see when his long cock sprang free under the drape, the way Ashley jumped and the look of wonder in her eyes and the way she leaned towards it were enough.

Finding the pants to be in her way, Sharon pulled his sneakers off and then slipped the jeans the rest of the way off to. The light cloth draped over his lap had a very nice sized protrusion showing as she settled back into her place between his legs.

Reaching under it, she rapped her hand around, or actually almost around a very nice cock. She stroked it a couple times, watching both Simon, who had his eyes closed, and Ashley who was still frozen in place. The idea of torturing the stylist by keeping the cock covered with the drape, warred with her own need to actually see the prize in her hand, and lost.

Taking hold of the edge of the drape with her free hand, she flipped it back to expose one of the nicest dicks she had ever held. It was at least 9" long and thick enough she could barely touch her middle finger and thumb together if she squeezed it a little. It had a prominent vein running along the side of it and was circumcised. The swollen head of it looked almost too big to fit in her mouth.

She placed her other hand around it, and was amazed to still see a good 3" of cock left, 'Well shit.' she thought, and leaned in to take the rest in her mouth. His head filled her, her lips only an inch or two down the shaft before she bottomed out. She could manage to get her husbands cock into her throat, just. But there was no way this one would fit, the head was just too massive.

Working her tongue around the head of his cock, she started stroking his shaft, and looked up at him as he jerked in the seat and let out a grown. It seemed that Ashley had decided to play to, for when she looked she found the petite blond in a furious lip lock with Simon, the hand that had been holding the comb now resting on his stomach.

The wanton passion that radiated from every quivering inch of Ashley made Sharon's own lust triple in response, and she took Ashley's hand, finding it shaking, and rapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head and sucked as Ashley began stroking, her small hand making the shaft seem even thicker.

Dragging her lips off the head of his cock, Sharon leaned back and watched the two of them for a second. Ashley's hand automatically took up the extra length in her stokes, it was obvious to Sharon that these two had been wanting each other for a long time. She was tempted to leave and let nature take it's course, but the size of Simon's cock was just too much to totally pass on. Besides, none of this might ever have happened at all without her, it was like they were marionettes at the end of her strings.

The idea of being the puppeteer, of orchestrating things as she saw fit, sent a new thrill down her spine. Unable to resist the idea, Sharon stood and slipped up behind Ashley. Tangling her fingers in the girls short blond hair, Sharon took a firm grip on it and pulled her head back. Her body making full length contact with Ashley's as the girl gasped.

"You want that young cock?" Sharon breathed into her ear, her free hand going to the top button of Ashley's shirt and popping it open, fallowed by the next and the next. "Look at him, he's so young, that cock is young to." with that her shirt was open, the last button released and Sharon grabbed Simon's near hand, sliding it up Ashley's front till it rested over one of her nipples.

"Oh God." Ashley cried softly, her hand redoubling it's stroking, making him respond with a grown of his own.

"Do you want to suck his young cock?" Sharon asked her, reaching around and taking a grip on Ashley's free nipple, tweaking it. "Say it, tell him you want that beautiful cock in your mouth."

Simon's eyes were wide now, a shocked hungry look replacing his normally placid demeanor.

"Yes." Ashley gasped, her breathing pained and ragged as Sharon continued to pull on her hair and her nipple.

"Yes what?" Sharon asked quietly, her lips right against the petite blonds ear.

"Yes, I want his cock," She panted, turning pleading eyes towards Sharon, "I want to feel this cock in my mouth, I want to taste his cum and feel it coat my fingers as I stroke him."

"That's better," Sharon told her, sliding her hand up to grip Ashley's jaw as she leaned in and kissed her, finding an eager tongue thrusting back at her advances. She held the kiss for a dozen heart beats, then pulled back to look into Ashley half shut glazed eyes. "Do it." She commanded her, releasing her hold on her hair and watching along with Simon as the stylist took her place between his legs.

"Tell her to suck it Simon." Sharon told the boy, slipping in behind the chair and leaning in by his ear. "Don't be so quiet," she whispered, "Let her know what you want, she's at your feet, a beautiful little slut hot for your cock, tell her what you want." and she trailed her nails down the side of his throat to the fastening of the cloth, peeling the velcro open and pulling it from him.

Ashley was kneeling between his legs, both hands full of his cock and her tongue running lightly across the underside of his head. There was a feral hunger in her eyes as she waited for him to reply.

"Please Ashley," His voice was husky and soulful. "I want you to suck me, I need to feel your mouth on me, I want to be in you..." his voice dying out as she took him. For a petite woman, Ashley had a wide mouth that normally lent itself to a devastating grin, but now Sharon watch in envy as she engulfed the massive head of his cock with ease. Where Sharon had found her lips almost as tight as an o-ring around his shaft, Ashley had room to spare.

Sharon slid her hands down his torso, feeling the lean muscles flexing as Ashley worked on his cock. In reverse of what she had done to Ashley, she unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt first, slowly working her way up, spreading the shirt to reveal a cut six pack of abs. His chest was hairless and beautiful, his nipples so small and light in color they almost didn't exist.

Dragging her nails lightly up his belly, she nuzzled against his ear again. "You see that little slut?", she breathed in his ear. "See how she loves your cock, does it feel good?", he grunted and nodded,"Tell her." She hissed in his ear, nipping it gently with her teeth. "Let her know how good you feel, are you close? Are you going to feed her a big load of your cum? Tell her damn you." and she raked her nails a little harder across his chest, leaving faint pink welts behind.

"Oh God Ashley," He groaned. reaching down and stroking her hair like a prized puppy. "So good, feels so good..." Sharon grinned and stepped back, he would learn, a boy this good looking with that body and cock, he would be a lady killer soon.

Feeling entirely over dressed, Sharon heeled out of her sneakers and slid her shorts down over her ass and off, the air-conditioned coolness of the room feeling refreshing on her bald pussy. Letting her shirt fall on top of her shorts, she circled around behind Ashley, her hands cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples as Simon spotted her and groaned.

Leaning down behind Ashley, she gripped the collar of her shirt and peeled it back, pulling until Ashley let her arms go back and it slid loose. Dropping it, Sharon knelt behind her, her c-cups mashing against the slim back of the smaller blond. Sliding one hand around to cup the stylists tiny nipple, she slid her other down into the front of Ashley's capri pants, finding a pussy so smooth it had to have been waxed recently.

Ashley's clit was a hard little pebble about the same size as her nipples, and her slit was positively sopping wet. She shuddered and groaned around the cock in her mouth as Sharon slipped two fingers easily into her cunt, pumping them as she used the edge of her hand to rub her little clit.

"Your a wet little slut, aren't you?" She whispered in Ashley's ear, her fingers pulling at the hard nipple and Ashley began to tremble in her arms. "Grab those balls, are they heavy? Can you feel all that heavy cream just waiting to rush up his shaft? Can you taste it? Are you going to swallow it?"

Ashley's breathing was raspy and labored now, she had his balls in one hand and her ass was grinding back against Sharon in a wanton abandon. Tears were running down were face to mix with the saliva and precum coating her pumping hand. Her pussy began contracting on Sharon's fingers and a high pitched cry tried to burst passed her sealed lips.

"That's it you bitch, cum for me." Sharon hissed into her ear, speeding up her hand pumping the two fingers into her spasming pussy. "Suck that nasty cock and cum all over my hand, I can feel your pussy milking my fingers, it's so fucking tight and wet, just think what Simon's big cock would do to such a tight little hole, stretching it as his long thick shaft drove that beautiful head deep into your little box." Ashley's head jerked and she made a gurgling sound in her throat, and seeing a flood of thick cum escape the corner of her mouth, Sharon realized that Simon had lost it.

Sharon watched as Ashley furiously worked on Simon's cock, her mouth watering as she saw the petite blond letting all that cum run down his shaft to coat her fingers. Simon's hips were jerking, his lungs huffing like a bellows as he continued to shoot load after heavy load into her mouth. Ashley's hairless pussy was gripping Sharon's fingers so tight now, that Sharon was afraid to move them, worried she would injure the smaller woman.

She felt her own orgasm hit her from nowhere, it was so spontaneous she didn't understand what was happening at first. It was like a flood gate opened in her cunt and a bucket of cum splashed the floor beneath her. Her head went fuzzy for a second, a cold chill traveling through her from the top of her head to her toes. It was like the hand of God, a baptism of pure lust. Falling backwards to the floor, her rigid arms drew the small blond down on top of her.

They both lay there panting and shivering for a time, then Ashley rolled over and locked lips with her. It was a lazy lovers kiss, an 'Oh God, that was good but now I just want to hold you' kiss. Sharon could taste the remnants of cum on her tongue and sought to trap it for a second.

"You two okay?" Simon said, and Sharon realized he had repeated it at least twice, rolling her head towards his voice, she found him kneeling beside them, his hand reached towards the two of them but held just short of touching either. Taking his hand, she drew him down to them, Ashley rolling to the side a little to include him in their huddle.

"Perfect." Sharon sighed at him as she kissed him for the first time. Her hand sliding down his body to grip his semi hard cum covered cock.

They lay there for a while, each of them exploring and kissing the others. Simon took Sharon's nipples between his lips one after the other, then moved on to Ashley's. Sharon stroked his cock quickly back to full erection, her fingers gliding easily along his shaft as his cum worked into the skin.

Squirming out of the bottom of the pile, Sharon left the two of them kissing as she knelt over his cock and took it in both hands. His size still amazed her, and after seeing how much cum had come from the monster in her hands, she needed to feel it, needed it to fill her aching pussy.

Throwing a leg across his body, she wedge the head of his cock between her pussy lips and slowly sank down on it. "OH Fuck!" Simon cried as his head popped through her tight opening. And she had to agree with him, he was so big, not just long, but thick. The head of his cock felt like she had a whole peach wedged inside her. She had to stop for a moment, to get used to it.

Opening her eyes, she found both Simon and Ashley staring up at her, "OH Fuck indeed." she gasped at them, and tried to grin. She let herself settle another inch down, and they both dropped their eyes to watch as his shaft slowly disappeared into her. She had about half of him when she had to stop again, she already felt full. Bill had a nice cock, better than average and he was good with it, but this cock, it could ruin a girl.

"So big." she panted, "Your fucking cock is so damn big Simon." blowing out all her air like that might help, she let herself go, the last few inches of his cock reaching up and bumping her heart, or at least it felt like that. Feeling her ass settle against his thighs, and knowing she truly had that monster cock all the way inside her, she just froze there, sucking in a ragged breath as her vaginal walls tried to adjust to the size of him.

The last time she had felt this full, it had been her uncle Peter's cock. She knew Simon was way bigger, but the comparison still struck her, and like then, she let herself go, let the cock buried in her tight cunt take command of her every sense. It was the center of her world for a time, like she only existed to shelter it with her body. Slowly she began to rock on it, a low tuneless humming building in her throat as she loosened up around it and felt more of it begin sliding through her lips.

Teeth on her nipple brought her out of it. Her eyes popping open to find Ashley gripping both of her breasts, her mouth latched over the right nipple as she suckled and nipped her. Feeling a moment of disorientation, Sharon glanced down to see that Ashley had shed her capris and was straddling Simon's chin, her hairless little mound grinding on his mouth.

Ashley slid a hand behind Sharon's neck and drew her forward to a hungry kiss, the girls wide lips all but engulfing Sharon's own. Then drawing back, she locked eyes with her.

"Your so beautiful Sharon," Ashley told her quietly. "I've been wanting to feel those tits for years, you have no idea how many times I have loosened my collar so you could see my nipples and just maybe reach up and cop a feel. I've prayed that you would come in for a wax, so I could see your sweet pussy, so I could have a reason, any reason to touch it." the sincerity and longing in her eyes filled Sharon's heart, and she leaned in to give her a tender kiss.

"Any time you want me." Sharon told her, "In fact, I'd like you to meat my husband." and she realized it was true, the idea of sharing this sexy little blond with Bill was very exciting. Then she was clinging to Ashley, her head on her shoulder, as Simon took her hips in his strong hands and started pounding his huge cock up into her.

It was overwhelming, the depths of her being the cock seemed to reach, the way the crown of his huge head seemed to suck out her lungs as he drew it from her, only to ram it back in. It felt like it was a yard long as it rode over her swollen clit. Her thighs burned from the strain of holding her position as he pounded her, the shaft of his cock lifting then pulling at her in turn.

Then every thing stopped. As he drew her down one final time, his beautiful cock buried to the balls in her tortured pussy. He froze, his fingers gripping her hips painfully as she felt the cock in her swell, the massive head lodged somewhere around her lungs seemed to double in size then the whole shaft jumped and she felt a flood of warm cum wash through her.

Throwing her head back, she started to groan, but it quickly grew to a wale that just got louder and louder until Ashley clamped a hand over her mouth. The orgasm that swept through her, turned her insides to jelly, so much cum, hers and his was flowing from her that she absently wondered if he had split her open. Maybe she was going to bleed out impaled on his monster cock, she really couldn't care about it right then, as she rode out the hardest orgasm of her life. It was actually on the painful side as her muscles wrenched at her insides.

If it wasn't for Ashley, she would have collapsed long before it was over. But the blond had hugged her body to Sharon's and held her tight, one hand covering her mouth as Sharon's trembling body shook through the waves of painful bliss.

"Oh lord honey, I gotta try that." She said into Sharon's ear as she finally sagged against her spent. And Sharon started giggling, feeling on the brink of hysteria as Simon shrank inside her, a flood of liquid running from there joined bodies. Then as he slid from her, his cock leaving her wide open to the cool air. "Oh ya, you do." She breathed back at Ashley.

They both climbed stiffly off of Simon, then lay down to either side of the boy, cuddling up to him and laying their heads on his shoulders.

"That was beautiful Simon." Sharon told him, kissing him on the neck. "You have no idea how many girls are going to want to ride that cock of yours." and she sighed.

"I know I do." Ashley chimed in, stretching and reaching down to take hold of his now limp but still impressive cock. Simon let out a grown, but he was grinning from ear to ear.

Looking over at the stylist, Sharon pointed a finger at her. "Don't forget you have to cut his hair." and she grinned as Simon groaned a little louder. "Unfortunately, I have to get going," She continued, doing a little groaning herself as she sat up. "I have an hour drive to get home and I think it's time I got started."

Ignoring their protests that she stay, she leaned down and kissed first Simon then Ashley one more time, then climbed to her feet and went looking for her cloths. They were in the same pile she had left them in, but she was so wet, it was literally running down her legs. So the first item she picked up was the drape she had pulled from Simon and she used it to wipe herself, wincing as she touched her sore pussy. She sure hoped Bill didn't want to fuck when she got home, she thought and grinned. In fact, the first thing she needed to do was get in the shower.

Pulling on her shorts, she slipped into her sneakers, and shrugged into her shirt. Looking back at the two on the floor, she saw that Ashley was on top of him, his semi hard cock in her mouth once more as he gripped her fine bubble butt and had his face buried in her crotch. She was still doing up her shirt buttons as she left the salon.


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Misty was still in her room when I re-entered the house, so I tossed myself down in my favorite chair and took a moment to try and figure out all the strange twists my life seemed to be taking. I didn't like to think of myself as a pervert, but I'd just allowed a 17 year old girl to suck my cock after masturbating for the view of an even younger one. It was then that I realized I had actually cheated on Sharon, that things had gone beyond what I could excuse to myself as harmless.

The guilt I was feeling over this realization, was at odds with the memory of the days events. I didn't try to lie to myself and promise that I would never touch Kimberly again, I could still feel her lips rapped around my cock. In fact, the idea of taking her virginity, of having her at my total mercy with my cock buried between her legs, had my cock working it's way out the leg of my cut-offs.

Not really thinking about where I was at the moment, I shifted in the seat and made room for my cock to stick out along my leg, cupping the shaft with my hand, just enjoying being in the open and aroused. Kimberly had surprised me in more ways than one, it was hard to reconcile the sensual sexy Kimberly with the girl I thought I knew, and the memory of being watched by Misty...hell, the idea of Kimberly and Misty together as Kimberly had implied.

I was squeezing my shaft, enjoying the tension it caused as the internal pressures adjusted, when Misty's bedroom door opened. I'd like to think I had some grand scheme in mind that made what happened next happen, but the simple truth was that I panicked. Knowing in that split second that there was no way to hide or explain my cock being hard and more or less completely free of my shorts, I let my hand fall limply into my lap and pretended I had dozed off.

No, I didn't fake a snore, I just let my eyes close and tried to breath evenly. Trying to see Misty with every sense I had except my eyes, afraid to even peek through them. I heard a couple of steps, fallowed by a small gasp and a dead silence. I knew she was looking at my cock, I could feel her eyes devouring it, they were like a heat lamps and it seemed to strain towards her like a flower seeking the sun.

It was weird, but I felt helpless there, completely defenseless and exposed, and it was turning me on. Just one more thing I never suspected about myself.
The whole room seemed to shift with her as I felt her approach. I reached for her with every fiber of my being, willing her to make contact with my cock, to take it in her small hand. I sat there in an agony of anticipation, the urge to wake up or just open my eyes and see her, just about more than I could bare. I almost sighed in relief as she got close enough to block some of the light hitting my lids from the front window.

She was right there, I could hear her taking short raspy breaths, could practically feel her body vibrate the air right in front of me. An eternity went by before she brushed me with what felt like the tip of her finger. A touch so hesitant and soft I might have imagined it. But then it happened again, just the lightest contact, yet I couldn't stop my cock from jumping in response, drawing a quick intake of breath from her and the feeling of her hand jerking away.

All was silent for a few heartbeats, not a whisper of a breath breaking the tableau. Then she was back, her fingers sliding along the length of me, firmer, no longer as hesitant as they slid into the leg of my shorts and curled around the shaft. Her arm brushing my leg as she stroked back towards my head, not breaking contact this time as my cock surged against her grasp.

I couldn't contain a grown as her palm closed over the head of my cock, it was a primal need, as was my need to see her, to have that vision of her delicate hand rapped around my cock, to see her eyes as she held me.

She was looking right into my eyes as I opened them, frozen like a deer in the head lights, but more. There was hope and lust and longing mixed with the fear. It was a timeless second, an endless single moment that only broke when I raised my hips, driving my cock through her fingers. I felt her squeeze me in response, and then her attention was for the shaft in her hand.

Needing the freedom, and needing her to have full access to my cock, I quickly undid my shorts and raised my hips again to push them down, her hands replacing mine to draw them down passed my knees, her eyes locked on my cock as it swung up to slap my stomach then stood straight. The look of wonder in her eyes, the sense of discovery in her touch as she again took hold of me, it all made me feel almost a virgin again. Like I was seeing it all again for the first time.

She rapped both hands around me, he fingers needing and exploring my shape. Pulling gently at the skin and sliding it up to bunch under the crown of my head. Then pushing down to my balls, the skin going tight and smooth along my length. I was surprised at the lack of precum, but it seemed I had gone to the well too many times. Luckily her touch was soft.

Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I dropped it beside the chair, settling back naked and shaking my shorts and flip flops loose from my feet. She had changed into a loose fitting tee and a pair of sweats, her hair falling to both sides of her head in pony tails. Leaning forward, I took her under the arms and lifted her to a seat on the arm of my chair, her left hand never leaving my cock, but her eyes swinging up to look into mine.

"I want to touch you to." I told her, sliding one hand under the back of her tee and the other under the front. Her skin was like satin, and I could feel the little shivers of tension below the surfaces as I caressed her. Felt her breath stop as I slid my hand up and cupped her left breast. This time skin on skin. A shudder went through her as I trailed my fingers back down across her nipple and brushed them along the outer curve of her breast.

Sliding my hands back down, I gathered the tee and pushed it up, dragging it over her head and down her arms before she let go of my cock long enough to loose it. Her tits seemed bigger some how, maybe because of the way she leaned forward to reach my cock, both her hands once more stroking my length. I wanted to run my tongue over those tiny nipples, but settled for cupping one in my palm as Misty hunched over my cock and touched just the tip of her tongue to it.

I had finally produced a drop of precum and Misty had decided to see what it tasted like. I watched as she lifted it away on her tongue and rolled it around in her mouth, the look of concentration on her face making me want to laugh, then sucked in a breath as she leaned down and licked around the head of my cock. Sliding my hand up to rest between her shoulders, I gently pressed her down towards my cock, trying to encourage her to take me into her mouth.

She glanced at me, and I smiled at her, nodding my head slightly back at my cock. Her eyes locked to mine, she leaned down and slid her lips over my head, her teeth scraping very lightly as they passed the crown. Cocking my hips towards her, I tried to give her a better angle, and she never stopped sliding me deeper until I felt the her back arch under my hand as her gag reflex hit. I expected her to pull off at that, but she got a determined look in her eyes and tried again, the head of my cock lodging against her tonsils this time before she arched and fell back, gasping for breath.

"Easy," I told her, worried she would hurt herself.

Shaking her head, she took a deep breath, "No, I can do it." and she leaned back in to engulf my cock once more.

Pushing on her hip, I told her to,"Stand and try it." and twisted in the chair as she got her feet under her. This time when her back arched, she didn't stop, but pushed down, my cock sliding into the tight confines of her throat maybe an inch before she pulled back gasping, but her eyes alight with triumph.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to cum." I warned her, but far from looking alarmed, she seemed to take it as a challenge. Each time she drove herself down, she went a little deeper, held an instant longer. I was sure this was her first time, but something seemed to be driving her to try and take all of me, to have me balls deep in her virgin throat.

When I took hold of her pony tails and added a little extra pressure to her next plunge, she gave a growl deep in her throat that almost sent me over the edge. A very definite "Uh hu." coming from her as she pulled back for a breath and drove back down. Taking that as approval, I not only added extra pull to her hair, I jerked my hips at the same time, feeling her chin press into my scrotum, as she took it all.

She pulled back again, gasping and staring at me with watery eyes, "Please," she breathed, then took me balls deep again, this time with no help from me. She held herself there for about a five count, before pulling back for a breath then plunging down again. "Uuuhhmm.." she growled around my cock in her throat, spasms making her shoulders hunch as she fought not to gag.

It was too much for me, the first shot of my cum went right down her throat, the next one gagging her as it sprayed her tonsils while she went for a breath. Coughing, she pulled off my cock as the last of the cum ran down my shaft to puddle at the base. Her eyes tearing up, she coughed a few more times then tilted her head back and swallowed. Her breathing easing a little.

"You Okay?" I asked her when she looked like she might be able to speak, and she nodded.

"Guess I kind of messed that up." she said, looking at me like she was afraid I would agree.

Leaning forward, I took her face in my hands, "That was great." I told her, then kissed her. She went stiff for a long moment, and I just held the kiss, then she seemed to flow into my arms, her lips softening against mine. I pulled her into my lap, my hand sliding around to the back of her neck as I added a little tongue to our kiss, running it lightly along her teeth as her lips parted.

Misty mashed her chest against mine, her firm almost hard little breasts a stark contrast to Sharon's softer larger pair. There was a driving passion to the young girl that was startling, I had felt it as she sought to deep throat my cock and it was still driving her as her kisses got ever more ardent and demanding, her whole body seemed to shift and thrust with each movement of her lips. Her hips echoing our kisses as she groaned herself against my still painfully erect cock.

Sliding my hands down along her spine, I pushed both hands into the back of her sweats, curling my fingers down around the curve of her ass. She trembled under my touch, a low hungry moan sounding from her as she redoubled her efforts to grind every part of herself against me. Pulling the soaked crotch of her sweats against my cock, I began guiding her hips as her cloth covered clit rode along the length of me. Feeling my balls tighten all over again under the intensity of her need.

Arching her back and breaking our kiss, she took hold of my hair and drew my mouth to her breast, a continuous moan sounding from her throat as she threw back her head and increased the pressure of our genital contact. Her hips beginning to roll and shake as she groaned herself against my shaft. I felt it start as her ass went rigid under my hands, and a shudder shook her frame as the continuous moan died in a strangled gasp.

I watched in awe as the orgasm took her, as her body locked in a rictus of pleasure. Her skin seemed to blossom with goose bumps, almost taking on a different texture, like she was turning to stone. The sight of her at that moment, it was a thing that would fuel dreams and fantasies for the rest of my life. The mere thought that my cock could have been locked inside that body, gripped in that all encompassing moment of stillness, had my balls pump one final heroic line of cum across my belly.

Nothing that perfect lasts for long, like a snowflake melting, she collapsed onto my chest, unable to support herself as she was racked by diminishing waves of pleasure. I hugged her to me as she took a few shuddering breaths and slowly went limp.

I held her for a time, surprised that I felt satisfied with what had happened. It had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, and it seemed only right to take the time to memorialize it. To really capture it in my mind. Misty seemed to feel the same, she just lay there quietly on my chest, her breathing slow and even.

The sound of our old sedan pulling into the drive snapped both of us out of it, Misty sat up with a frightened gasp and covered her nipples like Sharon had already discovered us. Grabbing up her tee, I thrust it at her. "Go jump in the shower." I told her in a hushed voice, and with big eyes she grabbed the shirt and stumbled into her room, I winced as she slammed the door behind her.

Grabbing up my own things, I vaulted over my chair and closed the main bathroom door quietly behind me. Stuffing my cloths in the hamper, I stepped into the shower, gasping as I twisted both taps on and was hit with the cold water. Scrubbing at the cum on my chest and genitals with one hand, I slowly adjusted the hot water with the other, relaxing as it finally warmed.

I was just wondering how Misty was managing, when Sharon entered the bathroom and began stripping. "Wash my back." She told me as she crowded in between me and the water. Feeling a deep sense of relief, I grabbed the soap.

[kelly]

singleot

I can see why you said I only make 3 word posts. I don't even have time to read all of this at one time. I have not finished the story and I hope I can find where I left off.
I liked what I have read so far, and it finally got me hot, but OMG, you are a very patient person. Do you drive your spouse crazy? I'm just kiddin with ya, but I did say to myself a few times, "When are we going to get to something juicy?" But it got juicy with Sharon, but not with Pam yet.
I may have to reply to this several times because it will probably take me several visits to SSP to finish it.
Thanks for taking all that time writing this for us.
Kelly

[singleot]

Your very welcome Kelly, but my remark about 3 word posts wasn't aimed at you, merely at the general trend on here, I was actually trying to compliment you on taking the time to write more than 3 words. Hopefully you'll find the story getting spicier as you get into it.

[Landy]

Keep up the excellent work Singleton, I look forward to the next instalment.

[singleot]

I'm glad you enjoying it Landy, I kind of dug myself into a hole there for a bit, but I got them through the weekend, so I'm happy lol

[mangle94]

Fuking fantastick greate writing
Once I start reading culd not stop
Waiting desperate for next instalment
Tank you

[nellmed]

all I can say is wow

[killy10]

bit long but worth it

[singleot]

I thought it was probably time to add a little more here, I've read and reread this and edited it till I can't see it, lol, so I hope it reads ok.

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Things seemed to settle back into something approaching normal life for most of the fallowing week. Sharon picked up a pool at Wally-world on Tuesday and I spent a couple evenings getting it set up after work. The worst part of it was having to remove the Texas Bluegrass where the pool was, I moaned and protested this outrage just enough to establish the fact that Sharon owed me for agreeing to it. You never know when you'll need a chip like that to play. It was ready to use by supper time on Thursday, but the water was way too cold for any of us to brave.

I say something approaching normal, because there were a couple of marked differences. Sharon seemed to be horny all the time, it was like when we first started fucking all over again. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining in the least. Our usual routine of 3 or 4 times a week was out the window and I was not only getting practically ravished by her every night, I was getting woken up early every morning for an encore.

Misty, who had always been very lively before, was acting a little subdued. At first this really worried me, considering what had taken place between us. But the first time we were alone in the same room together, she got a mischievous grin on her face and reached down to grope my cock through my jeans. After that, she seemed to delight in tormenting me all week long, picking any little window of opportunity to grab my package. The message was pretty clear, but a time and a place to act on it never seemed to pop up.

By the time I got off work on Friday, I was more than ready for the weekend. I stopped at the neighborhood mini-mart on the way home to pick up a six pack of beer, knowing that we were scheduled to have pizza from the take-n-bake that evening. And found Kimberly leaning against the drivers door of my old truck when I got back outside. This was a little daunting considering I hadn't seen her since she sucked my cock on Sunday, but I gave her my best grin and put the beer in the bed of the truck.

"Where's Bones?" I asked, picking the safest opening I could think of. She glanced at me then looked back at the ground at our feet, the sexy little vixen from Sunday reverted back to the indrawn Kimberly I was used to. With growing alarm, I noticed a tear run down her cheek. "Here," I said softly, taking her shoulders and pulling her gently into a hug. "what's wrong?"

She hugged me back fiercely, her thin frame shivering in my arms. Wondering what I was going to do if she told me we were caught, and feeling ashamed of that fear in the face of her distress, I stroked my hand up and down her back, trying to comfort her.

Taking her gently by the chin, I tilted her head back till I could see her eyes. "What's wrong Kimberly?" I asked, "Did something happen to Bones? Or is this about what we did?" People were starting to glance at us now, but I really didn't care.

"I thought you were avoiding me." She said in a small voice, a hurt look in her eyes. "I waved at you several times this week, but you never noticed me. I was afraid you didn't want me around after what happened."

My heart went out to her, and I mentally kicked myself for being an ass. I gave her a quick squeeze. "Are you kidding me Freckles?" I asked, grinning as the nickname registered on her and she scowled. "I wouldn't undo what happened for anything." Dropping my voice to a whisper. "In fact, I can't wait till we can do it again."

A wide smile blossomed on her face as it lit up, "Me either." she replied quietly, glancing around as if it finally dawned on her where we were.

"How about I give you a ride?" I suggested, thinking it was probably time to move this show somewhere more private.

"Okay," She replied, and though I meant to let her in on my side of the truck, she trotted around and climbed in the passenger side, her behavior that of any teen grabbing shotgun.

The mini-mart was only about a mile from the house, but after thinking about it for a second, I pulled out of the lot headed back towards the old highway and the edge of town. Sharon wouldn't say much if I got home a little late, and now that Kimberly was calmed down and in my truck, I was thinking a longer drive was in order.

"Your not in any hurry, are you?" I asked her, taking her hand and giving her a little tug in my direction. She shook her head no, and slid over next to me on the bench seat. Clasping my hand tightly with both hers, she drew it into her lap and let her shoulder slump against me.

"Do you like me?" She asked, her head laying on my shoulder. I could see her studying me for a response out of the corner of my eye, and I knew I had to make something clear, no matter how much I wanted to bury my cock in her virgin pussy.

"Kimberly," I began, trying to word it right. "I don't want to mislead you about things, I really do like you, always have. But I'm very much in love with my wife, and I have no intentions of leaving..."

She gave a little laugh, interrupting me. "I know that," She told me, sounding a little frustrated, "I'm not stupid, I guess what I really wanted to ask was if you still wanted me, to you know..."

I stared down at her for a second, my cock already swelling in my jeans as the implications of her question sank in. "If you mean, do I still want to feel my cock inside of you, then yes. But I thought you wanted something special?"

Clutching my arm to her chest, she shrugged. "I did," she said, "but it's all I could think about this week, and I decided that what was important was that it was you. I really want you to be the one, and I don't want to wait any longer."

We had just reached the edge of town and I turned the truck down a service road leading to the small diversion dam on the river. The dam was just a basic spillway and I knew from past experiences there was seldom anyone back there. The badly rutted gravel road was full of potholes and dead ended, so most people avoided it.

Trying to keep the bouncing truck in the center of the road without slowing too much, I wanted to reach the secluded little parking area as quickly as I could, I took her hand and placed it on my growing cock.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked, as she squeezed me.

The mile and a half drive seemed to take forever, Kimberly's lighter body actually bouncing clear of the seat a couple of times, and as I pulled into the tree lined little gravel court at the end I sighed, relieved to find it empty. I parked where I could see back the way we came at a glance and turned off the motor.

I sat there for a second, trying to gather my wits, my cock was straining at my pants, her slim fingers gripping it tightly. My chest seemed to be constricted, my heart and stomach trying to switch places inside me at the idea I was actually going to do this. Everything that had happened up until this point had just seemed to happen, like I had no control or say in the matter, but this, well..

Turning to Kimberly, I found her looking at me with with hope in her big green eyes, a half smile trying to bloom on her lips. I knew she was 17, but she looked so young, so frail. I reached up and lightly brushed her lips with my finger, watching her tongue slide out to trace it's path.

"Are you sure?" I asked her quietly, and at her nod, I leaned in to cover her lips with mine. Her mouth felt small, her lips thin but eager as she returned my kiss. Gathering her in my arms, I slid towards the passenger side of the cab, pulling her around in front of me as I cleared the steering wheel. Her arms slid up around my neck as her chest came to rest against mine.

Thoughts of home and Sharon fell away as I explored her mouth with my tongue. She tasted of bubblegum and mint, her small tongue chasing mine as I watched her eyes close. She weighed nothing in my arms as I ran my hand down her back. I could feel each of her ribs and vertebra under a thin layer of flesh, but she didn't feel as frail as she looked. There was a sinewy tone to her body, like a ballerina or a figure skater.

She squirmed around to straddle my lap, both my hands sliding down to grip her tight little ass and pull her against me. With mounting urgency, she pressed herself to me, her lips trapping my bottom one and sucking at it, pulling back until it popped from her grasp. Our breathing seemed loud in the cab of the truck, the little gasps and groans hanging for a second before fading.

Our eyes locked for a long moment as she leaned back, resting her shoulders on the dash. Her face was flushed, her lips wet from our kiss, I felt her tremble as her fingers went to a button on her shirt. In rapid progression, she popped them from their holes, her shirt falling open to reveal a dusting of light brownish pink freckles covering her chest and abdomen.

Releasing her ass, I slid my hands under the edges of her shirt, pushing it aside as I traveled up her torso, her nipples popping into view for a second before being covered by my palms, the areolas about the size of a nickle. Sucking in a breath, her hands went to my wrists as she arched against my touch, her nipples stiff under my hands. She had no breasts that I could feel, but her nipples were half inch hard spikes that drug along my palms as my hands continued up to slide the shirt from her shoulders.

Leaning into her as she released my wrists to let the shirt fall from her arms, I took one of her nipples between my lips, her whole body shuddering as I sucked, my tongue flicking and curling around it. An almost feline purring coming from her throat, Kimberly gripped my hair with both hands and twisting, she fed me her other nipple.

I dropped my hands down between us, finding that she wore button fly jeans as I worked at them. My cock was trapped under her ass, hard and uncomfortable in the confines of my pants, but it had to wait, as I wanted her out of her jeans even worse. It was amazing how limber she was when she realized what I intended. Leaning back on the dash again, she rolled her hips and her legs came up on either side of me. I saw that she had shed her sandals as her feet met the roof of the cab, and gripping her jeans at the hips, I slid them up her legs and off.

Virtually naked now, she seemed to fold back around me as her own hands went to my jeans. I had other ideas though, my mouth watering at the sight of her pink cotton panties. There was a virgin pussy under them, and I wanted to taste it, explore it with my tongue and my fingers. I wanted see her virginity before I took it. Blessing the old truck for it's wide bench seat, I lifted her and twisted around to lay her on it.

Her eyes went wide and round at this, and she clutched at my shoulders. "It's okay," I told her softly, smoothing an arrant strand of hair from across her face. "Relax, I won't do anything that should hurt without letting you know first." and I dipped down to kiss her lips once more, working my mouth against hers gently until I felt her grip ease.

As her hands slid around to my chest, I reared back a little, my eyes traveling the length of her. "Your beautiful." I told her, supporting my weight on my left arm as I trailed my right hand down her cheek to her neck, then down the center of her chest past her straining nipples to her flat stomach and it's little outy bellybutton.

"Really?" She asked, the hint of a tear in her voice, and I met her eyes again. "Yes." I told her.

I leaned down and brushed the tip of her freckled nose with my lips, then her lips and lightly along her jaw line. I could feel her nails on my chest as I moved to the hallow of her neck. Again the purring started coming from deep inside her and I let loose an answering growl as I worked my way slowly down her neck then along her collarbone to the center of her chest. Her breathing was coming faster now, her chest trembling under my hand as trapped her left nipple, taking it between two fingers and rubbing the tip of it with my thumb.

She bucked under me as I took her right nipple with my lips, nipping at it oh so gently with my teeth. The noise coming from her throat began to build into a continuous moan as one of her hands gripped the back of my head and pulled me harder against her breast, the other one taking a death grip on the steering wheel. The strength in her slim body was surprising as her orgasm took her, her back arched up from the seat, actually lifting my weight before I had a chance to support myself.

I rode through the spasms with her, gripping both her nipples tight with my lips and fingers as her body shook, the muscles writhing under her skin. As her back settled to the seat once more, her pelvis rose beneath me, her thighs spread to the sides as she ground her mound up against my chest and her moan
turned into a cry that resounded in the confines of the cab. With a thrill of my own, I discovered that Kimberly was a screamer and I thanked God there wasn't anyone around to hear her.

I finally let loose of her nipple with my lips as she sagged back to the seat, the scream dying in her throat to labored panting. Sitting up a bit to remove my weight from her, I stared down at her still trembling body, fascinated as I saw the lingering spasms run through her abdomen, the flat stomach smooth one second only to clearly show a slight six pack of abs the next as it tightened up yet again.

The crotch of her pink panties were clearly soaked, cotton fabric over her mound almost dark enough to appear red.

"Beautiful." I breathed again, looking back up at her face. She was biting her bottom lip, and there were tears in her eyes, but she looked happier than I'd ever seen her. "Truly." I smiled at her, wiping a tear from her cheek with my finger.

"Thank you." She said in a small voice, her throat sounding raspy.

I grinned at her and then took a quick glance around outside the truck to make sure we were still alone. I'd been getting caught way too often of late, but no other vehicles were in sight. My ass was already against the passenger door, and I badly needed to reach lower parts on Kimberly's body, so I popped the latch and let it swing open.

"Where you going?" Kimberly asked as I slid out to stand in the doorway.

"Just making room," I told her, locking eyes with her as I leaned in and kissed her on the inner thigh, my hands going to her knees as they tried to close out of reflex.

"Oh," She said, them. "Ooh!" as I kissed her other thigh, closer to her mound. Her legs opened wide now, and I slid my hands down the backs of her thighs to her hips, gripping them as I slowly worked the light kisses in towards her pantie covered mons. Her Ooh's turned to Ahh's as I finally landed a harder kiss on the center of her wet crotch. The horn on the truck blaring for a second as she gripped the steering wheel in the wrong place.

She tasted clean and sweet on my lips, her sent wafting up from the panties was surprisingly similar to green apples, and I wondered if she used a lotion of some kind. Gripping her hips firmly as she started to squirm, I boar down on her mound, my tongue lapping at the crease between her lips, pushing the wet cotton deeper into the fold of her pussy. She jerked in my grasp as I found her hard little clit with my tongue and scraped the material over it lightly with my teeth.

I tortured her for a few moments longer, but I had to see it, my need finally made me straighten and take hold of her panties. Again she raised her feet up to the roof as she realized my intent, and I wanted to rip them off her like a child with a Christmas present, but I took my time, slowly drawing them off. First her creamy ass cheeks came into view, their flawless skin the first part of Kimberly to be unmarked by the freckles, then they peeled from her mound, her puffy outer lips glistening with moisture and lightly covered in a downy red blond peach-fuzz.

I dropped the wet cotton on the floorboard as they came free of her feet and her legs fell back open. Her inner lips coming into to view like a budding flower as her thighs relaxed back where they had lain before. "Beautiful." I sighed once more as I dipped in to gather some of her nectar with my tongue. It was unbelievable how responsive she was to my touch, the way the muscles in her thighs and abdomen rippled as I played tip of my tongue along her lips, the way her moaning seemed to work it's way through all the vowels, I felt like I was conducting a symphony.

Her soft pubes were a marked contrast to the bald lips I was used to, and I could cover her entire slit with the length of my tongue as I took a harder swipe at it, dragging the hood free from her pebble of a clit, her hips bucking against my mouth as I trapped it between my lips and sucked. The odor of green apples persisted, confusing my taste buds, but she was slick and sweet, with a tiny hint of copper.

Sliding my hands around on top of her thighs, I pressed her hips back to the seat. My thumbs almost meeting in the center of her as they caressed her swollen outer lips, spreading them so I could find better depth with my seeking tongue. Her inner lips were small, like her breasts, they hardly existed, but she writhed as my tongue found what she had. Her hips trying to buck as I lapped at her, concentrating on first one side then the other. Digging the tip of my tongue into the fold of her outer labia.

I came up for air for a second, readjusting my footing in the loose gravel, my thumbs pealing open her slippery lips. She was so beautiful, I blew softly on her exposed clit as I gazed at her virginity. It was there, covering the entrance to her vagina, a thin pink membrane of flesh where I had never seen one before. It was a bit tattered looking, with three small tares, but it still webbed the opening it guarded. I stared at it for a second, mesmerized, but Kimberly began to squirm, urgent little whimpers accompanying her seeking hands.

Humbled by the sight, I felt a need to give back in full measure for such a gift.

I went down on her again, working my jaw as I sealed my mouth over her entire slit, my bottom lip stretched over my teeth dragging up and down her lips as my jaw moved, the tip of my tongue trapping her clit against my upper teeth as I sucked at it. I felt her go rigid under me, her moaning and panting stopping, then the damn burst. My mouth and chin were flooded as she let out a banshee like cry of pure lust and longing, her thighs clamping my head in place as she took my hair in both hands and ground herself against my face.

I rode out her climax as best I could, catching quick breaths of air as they appeared, my own need mounting as she wailed at the heavens and drenched the vinyl truck seat and my face. I could feel her pelvic bone smashing my upper lip as she did her best to rip out my hair, and I wondered how loud she really would have been if my ears hadn't been covered by her thighs.

When I felt her fingers loosen in my hair, I pulled free and almost staggered as I caught my balance. Kimberly lay sprawled on the seat, her chest heaving and her eyes closed to mere slits. Her screams dying out as her need for oxygen took over. Her hole body was covered with goose bumps, giving a strange texture to the dusting of freckles covering it. Her legs were open, both her hands now cupping her quivering little puss, her nipples peeking from under the edges of her arms. She looked small and wiped out, and I needed to fuck her.

Opening my pants, I pushed them from my hips and let them fall, my cock finally gaining some room as I hear change spilling onto the gravel. Glancing down, I see not only a few coins, but my wallet lying by my feet. Ignoring the silver and copper, I scooped the wallet up and tossed it on the dash, finding Kimberly's eyes open and on me as I straighten.

Reaching into the waste band of my boxers, I gripped my cock and pulled it out, sliding the shorts down at the same time. I was hard, my head swollen and purple with need. Slipping my hands under her hips, I gripped her and pulled her to the edge of the seat, guiding her legs up to rest on my shoulders. She gasped, her eyes going wide as I lay my cock between her legs on her mound, my fingers working to coat it with my precum and some of her juices.

"It's time," I told her, my stomach churning with need to do it. With a little pause and a shiver, she just nodded at me, her body tensing.

Gripping the base of my shaft, I drew my hips back, pressing it against her clit as I dry fucked her for a couple strokes, the fingers of my other hand running lightly across her stomach and back. "Relax.." I crooned to her, pulling back a little farther and rubbing the head of my cock along her lips as she slowly loosened back up.

Finding the opening, I held my self there for a second, as I looked up and locked eyes with her. My hand reaching for hers and being grabbed by both. She gave me a pleading look, then closed her eyes, and I pushed forwards, about 3 inches of my cock entering her before she winced and her vagina clamped down on me. I stopped pushing, I'd felt her virginity give, knew she was in pain, so I just held there as she squeezed my hand. I almost laughed as it occurred to me that without Sharon's new insatiable appetite, I would probably be fighting an orgasm right now.

"Is it bad?" I asked Kimberly as her eyes opened and her grip on my hand eased a bit.

Taking a couple deep breaths, she gave me a brave little smile. "It just stings a bit," she answered, letting go of my hands so she could use her elbows to prop herself up and look, her vice like channel almost squeezing me out as she did. The tail of my shirt was in the way as I fallowed her gaze to where my cock impaled her, so I yanked it off over my head and tossed it on the dash with my wallet.

"It feels so big," she breathed, her right hand reaching down to feel our junction, the tips of her fingers tracing the seal of her lips around my shaft.

As I felt her start to rock her hips just a little, I began pushing forward, both of us watching in fascination as I slid into her slowly. There was a catch in her breathing and a little whine coming from her throat, but she never asked me to stop. I don't think I took a breath myself as I slid in, she was so tight, I could feel her inner muscles fighting against my advance, squeezing and releasing in turn as I pushed. Her lips looked like they were stretched to their limits, dragging along my shaft as it disappear, the head of my cock sinking farther and farther into her virgin channel.

When I was in to the root, I stopped to let her get used to it. She let herself fall back to the seat, her hands going to her face and sliding into her hair as if she were trying to hold her head together.

"Your so tight," I told her softly, unable to help stating the obvious as her body gripped me, but I don't think she even heard it. She looked like she was lost in a world of her own, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her head rocking side to side as she held it in both hands, her eyes all but rolled back in her head. It was like I'd finally pushed her past the point where she could give voice to her pleasure.

Leaning my weight a little forward, I took both her nipples under my thumbs, rubbing at the stiff little spikes as I wrapped my finger around the sides of her chest to get a grip. Then I started moving my hips, not trying to draw back yet, only rocking against her trying to gain a little room, hoping she would relax just a little.

Her only response at first was to throw her head back, the muscles in her neck cording as her chin pointed at the roof of the cab. Then her hands seemed to almost tare loose from her hair, raking down her neck, her fingers clawed and leaving pail stripes behind as they found mine on her chest. She locked my thumbs to her nipples, her own thumbs and fingers squeezing both together and pulling at them as she to started rocking her hips, little primal grunts snorting from her nose.

It was too much for me, I had to move, to feel more. Pulling back a few inches, her tight vagina eagerly spitting me out despite her protesting whine, I paused for a second then trust forward again, grunting as the walls of her cunt drug at my head, and her nails bit at my hands. With mounting need, I did it again, taking a little longer stroke with each successive thrust until my full 7 inches were sliding in and out of her.

Her body finally started to relax as I settled into a steady rhythm, her tightness easing only slightly, but her fluids starting to flow freely as my shaft worked inside her. Glancing down I saw a slight pink tinge to it, but no actual blood.

Her head still thrown back, she started adding words to her groans, garbled at first but settling into a breathy chant of, "Fuck me, oh fuck... so big, fuck me..." It was so hot, so full of need that I found myself responding to it, my strokes increasing in speed, my hips starting to slap into her ass cheeks as I began pounding harder into her vice like depths. The plunging sound of our wet flesh merging and releasing adding to the music we made.

I could feel my balls drawing up as the head of my cock forced it's way in and out of her gripping walls, the hot sun on my naked back not helping as I felt sweat start breaking out on my brow.

Kimberly's head finally came up, her eyes wild with need as they met mine, her hands reaching for me.
Sliding my fingers under her, I pulled her up, her legs falling to my sides as my arms circled her, drawing our chests together as we kissed hungrily, her probing tongue and panted breaths joining mine. The changed angle of her body lifted my cock and made it ride against her hard little clit. Her eyes going even wider at the contact, she wrapped her legs around me and began swiveling her hips as I thrust deep within her.

I knew I wasn't going to last long at this new angle, it just felt too good, but I could tell she wasn't far from her next cum either, so I concentrated on holding off as she clung to me, her frantic gyrations working my cock in ways I'd never felt before. Her body seemed set on wringing my cock out like a rag, her muscle gripping and twisting at me.

Turning my head to break our lip lock, I grabbed her hair and turned her ear to me. "Cum for me baby," I breathed into it, nipping at her lobe. "I want to feel you cum, do it, do it for me..."and with an animal cry, her body locked around me, her muscles going rigid as her pussy spasmed and gushed around my cock. My need rising rapidly in me, I started thrusting hard and deep, seeking her core as she shook and shuddered in my arms.

It started in my toes, an almost electric wave of jangling nerves that swept through me and ran up my cock, I pulled her down on me, no thought of pulling out as my breath caught in my throat and my seed spilled into her. I hardly noticed banging the back of my head into the door jam as I reared it back, pulse after pulse of thick cum rushing up my shaft to paint her clutching thirsty cunt.

Feeling her teeth close on my neck, I instinctively grabbed her hair again and pulled her loose, afraid she would mark me, Then I covered her mouth with mine, feeling connected with her in every way possible at that moment. Our kiss shared the urgency of our bodies, demanding and almost bruising at first, but tapering to something more gentle and loving as we slowly settled.

Finally, feeling week in the knees, I just held her to me, my cock still deep within her and our lips working gently at each other, my hands caressing her back as she cupped my ears with hers. Slowly, my cock shrank, the last little twitches of her climax giving it little squeezes.

"Thank you," She breathed, her eyes looking tenderly into mine, "I'll always remember this."

"Me to," I assured her, grinning and kissing her forehead. "You were great." with a sigh, she wrapped her arms around me and lay her head on my shoulder. I just held her for a moment, then happened to spot the cheap digital clock stuck to my dash and realized we had been going at it for longer then I'd thought. I felt bad at the idea of disturbing her moment, but I was already about an hour late, and time was fast running out if I wanted to get home without being questioned too much.

"We need to go honey," I told her, patting her on the back as I drew my hips back, sliding my half hard cock from her. She gave a little forlorn cry, and clutched me hard for a second, but when she sat up, her legs falling from my waste, she was smiling.

"Was I good, really?" She asked, her head cocking to the side as she looked at me.

"If I had time Freckles, I'd show you just how much I liked it." I told her, grinning and shaking my head. And with a happy little sigh, she let go of my neck and drew her shirt front together, her fingers going to the buttons, while I bent to grab my shorts.

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Some five miles away, at the local parks office, 57 year old Martin Dannels, who had come to work feeling sorry for himself because it was his birthday, dabbed at the cum coating his hairy belly with a left over taco bell napkin, the old truck and it's two lovers driving off the screen of his monitor. With a grin, he thought maybe it wasn't such a shitty birthday after all.

[April]

Loved the new chapter Singleot, can't wait until you have time to post the next one.

[peajay2k]

Nice set!
getting a good set of people going

[singleot]

Thanks, and thanks to anyone who voted for this story, I'm working on the next section. I've actually got a loose outline that should carry it for awhile.

[Ricey]

Amazing series of stories. Has taken me a few sessions to reach the end, cant wait for more.

[Storm84]

Dude I can't wait for the next part! This is by far one of, if not the best stories I have read on here.

[puckstop101]

thank god for your dirty imagination :) man can't wait for the next part

[bigdaddyw]

All i can say is wow! This has been one of the most captivating stories i have ever read. Keep it up.