It could have been worse I guess, as I walked in I saw my lab partner, Lainey, standing behind her desk.  She was wearing a short black leather skirt and a red tank top that made her seem even more sexy than usual.  Lainey was about 5'2" with long brown hair, a cute face, C's, a well-cut ass and, my personal favorite, long, tan, sexy legs, to be honest and blunt, she was a complete hottie.  I had met her in 7th grade and had a huge crush on her then, but ever since, I really had experienced only momentary attraction to her when I saw her.  Well this was one of those moments.  I walked to my seat, put down my bag and let out a sigh, leaning back and stretching.

 
"Rough day?" I heard a girl named Sharon ask.  

"Aren't they all?" I responded, looking at her and smiling.  

 "They won't be in a few months," she said, half-laughing.

"Well I have a feeling college still won't be easy, but I'll give you that one."

  "It won't be, but it'll be a lot more fun," chimed in Lainey from the other side of my desk.  I looked at her and smiled, she returned the friendly smile before sitting down.  I couldn't help taking a glance at her legs as her skirt rode up on them while she sat down.  I think she may have caught me looking, but she didn't say anything.

After we were given instructions on our lab the two of us went off around the room, dusting shelves and desks.  We eventually arrived in the back corner of the room, she was trying to reach up with the brush to dust a window but couldn't reach it, so I took the brush from her and attempted to reach over her.  It was at that moment that I brushed against her nicely-trimmed ass.  She felt my semi-hard member brush against her ass and jumped.  Well that was certainly an awkward moment.  Luckily for me, it only lasted a moment, as before I knew what had happened, she had reached behind her and was rubbing my cock through my jeans.  

I quickly grabbed her hand and pushed it away, looking over my shoulder at the rest of the class.  She turned around to face me and licked her lips.  I looked down into her startlingly green eyes, my eyes wandered down to her cleavage, showing freshly under her under-sized tank top.  She suddenly took her hands and pushed her tits together, as she noticed me staring.

I suddenly realized that we were still in a classroom, but that didn't seem to matter to her, she reached down and grabbed my cock again through my jeans before removing it and slipping past me, telling our professor she needed to use hte bathroom. A minute later, I followed, stating that I had a headache and was going to the nurse's office.  

I wasn't sure where she had gone, but I first checked the bathroom, which resulted in near embarrassment as I realized ath te last moment that someone was in there, but it was not her.  

Barely in time, I slipped out of the bathroom and headed down the hall.  The halls were empty, I remembered now why, as this floor was primarily sophomores who were taking a standardized state test today.  As I started down the stairs I nearly broke my neck tripping over a shoe left on the first stair from the top.  I noticed that it was Lainey's. Someone certainly was in the mood.  I finished my descent and found her, rubbing her nipples under the staircase.  I walked toward her confidently, before I'd taken two steps she had jumped on me.  We swirled and spun around, me holding her in the air giving her hickies, sucking on her cleavage and holding her up by her ass while she wrapped her legs around my waist and relentlessly jammed her tongue into my mouth.  This fierce makeout session of moans and sighs and slurping sounds lasted a couple minutes until I couldn't take it anymore and started to rub the groove I had found in her panties.  She broke away from me and moaned loudly.  I pushed her panties to the side and jammed two fingers into her cunt hard, fucking her wildly with them.  She gasped and grunted as I worked her.  I pinned her up against the wall under the staircase and lowered myself to her pussy, shoving my tongue inside it and flicking her clit as fast as I could. 

"OH YEAH RIGHT THERE!" I heard her yell as my tongue entered her.  I began to bob my head, faster and faster, her yells became more intense, louder and louder, I was afraid that someone would hear so I pulled away.  She looked at me longingly, her juices clinging to my lips.  I smiled at her and began to pull her top off, she raised her arms and grinned.  As soon as her top was off she threw it to the side, I ahd already began to suck on her nipples, pleased with the absence of a bra.  "Ohhhhh, yes, oh god I want you." She sighed as my lips caressed her rock-hard nipples.  Thsoe boobs had always driven me wild and here I was, finally getting to do everything to them.  Her moans and cries were almost tuned out to me as I simply concentrated on those incredible tits, they were so soft and yet so firm. 

"AHHHHHH!" Her loudest shriek yet brought me back to Earth and I immediatley pulled away, startled.  She looked at me longingly before lowering her gaze to the bulge in my jeans.  I approached her again, "I want you inside me, god I fucking need you," she whispered in my ear as I reached under her skirt and peeled her panties off. 

She moaned loudly as I lowered my pants, revealing my 7 inch long, 7 inches around, rock hard member.  She immediately grabbed it and started to jack me off furiously.  I nearly lost my balance with teh suddenness of her movement. Her hand was blur on my cock as she lowered herself down to her knees and started to take it into her mouth.  I moaned and leaned back against the wall, she continued to rub my shaft, licking the head.  She was rubbing her cliterus with her other hand, moaning loudly while she blew me.  I looked up in ecstacy, this was heaven.  "Oh shit Lainey, you're so fucking good," I said to her in a half-whisper.  She grinned at me before pulling off my cock.  She pushed her tits together and looked at me.  I couldn't believe I was going to get to do this.  I titty-fucked her like hell, going as fastas I ever had in a pussy or asshole.  She moaned loudly, seeing her beautiful tits being fucked like this.  I couldn't take much more and pulled away from her, pulling her up and bending her over, leaning against the wall.  As I entered her she let out an absolute scream of "FUUUUUUUUUACK THAT';S SO FUCKING HUGE!"  I had never thoguht so much of my cock but I guess the girth was a bit above average. 

Surprisingly, as I knew that Lainey got around, her pussy was probably the tightest I had ever fucked, virgins included.  she immediately started to ram her ass back into me, matching my every thrust.  I picked up the pace and so did she, screaming expletives and egging me on, "Fuck yes! You fucking stud, come on, fuck me like a fucking slut, slam that cock into me!" 

I grabbed her hips and shifted into another gear, slamming into her with every thrust, the slap of my balls against her echoing through the hallway.  She was screaming so loud now that I had to do something, so I took her wet panties from the floor and stuck them into her mouth.  She moaned at first in protest, then in pleasure as I sent a particularly hard series of thrusts into her.  She was slamming back into me as hard as she could.  With every thrust a new set of ripples would go through her ass.  "Mmmmmmm!"  Since she couldn't scream she was simply moaning as loud as I'd ever heard anyone moan.  "Mmmmm FUCK YEAH!" she finally screamed and let hte panties drop from her mouth.  I started to bend to pick them up, but no, I didn't care if we got caught, I needed to hear her scream.

without warning, I pulled out.  she looked back at me in protest, looking like she'd like to hit me.  I simply grinned at her as I placed my head at the entrance to her asshole.  "Oh god you'll never get it in there" she said to me, as if it were a challlenge.  I just kept on grinning as I grabbed her hips tightly and started to push.  She began to screech, the pitch getting higher and higher, more intense by the second, as I went further in.  I was moaning too with every centimeter.  Finally, I was all the way in, all the way to the hilt.  She was out of this world, moaning and groaning.  I started to thrust, slowly at first, but within seconds I couldn't take ita nymore and was slamming into her as fast as I had her pussy.  

Now was when we might get caught "FUCKKKKKK YES! OH MY GOD FUCK MY ASS! FUCK ME HARDER! YESSSSS AHHH RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE! OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M GONNA' CUM! AHHHH I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"  I felt her shake violently as her pussy erupted into an orgasm, with it being empty, the cum fell like a waterfull out of her, all over the floor and my feet.  This flush of warm liquid made wild as I started to pump her faster than I thoguht I could.  I grabbed the back of one of her thighs and lifted it off the floor, wrapping it around behind me.  She reached back and wrapped an arm around my neck, turning her head to make out wildly with me.  This didn't slow down my rhythm though as I found my last gear.  My dick was a blur, flying in and out of her ass, I could feel her shaking again.  "AHHHH FUUUUCK! OHHH MY FUCKING GOD! FUCKKK YES FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUUUCK MEEE! FUUUUCK YESSSS OH MY GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD! AHH IM CUMMING! OH SHIT! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! FUCKKKKKKKK IM CUMMMMMMMING!"  I couldn't believe how much cum came out of her pussy, even more than the last time, and after another few seconds of my wild attack on her ass I was there.  I pulled out of her with a plop, turning her around and sticking my cock between her tits again.  She moaned wildly, still shaking as she pushed her breasts together.  I began to thrust up between them wildly, moaning "Yeah Lainey! YEahhhhhhhh you fucking slut take it!"  She shrieked encouragement to me, until I felt my cock about to explode, squeezing it as I began to squirt huge gobs of cum up into her face.  She immediately lowered her mouth to my cock and began to suck on it ravenously.  I grabbed her head from behind and pumped her throat with my cock for almost a minute, she was trying to scream, both in pleasure and in pain, but couldn't because my cock filled her mouth.  I was slamming it against hte back of her throat wildly, shooting so much cum down her throat.  She gagged and I pulled away, afraid she would throw up, but she didn't, instead she simply grabbed my cock and fed it back into her mouth.  

Then we heard a gasp, and it wasn't either of us.  I looked behind me and saw a sophomore who had heard us while taking a bathroom break.  I grinned at her, she was cute, probably about 5'3" with developing B-Breasts and toned legs that were being shown except for the top 6 inches, covered by extgremeely short shorts.  Lainey motioned for her t ocome over to us, but she was hesitant. Lainey got up and walked over to her, the sophomore seemed scared, I woudl have felt sorry for her, but my lust was still controlling me.  Lainey's clearly was too as she walked over to the young girl casually before grabbing her and shoving her tongue into her mouth.  The girl protested at first, trying to get away, but I walked over, lifted her shirt up and started to make out with her young but sexy tits.  She moaned at this and we began to take her clothes off. 

The rest, is another story.

After we ate I asked Steve if there was anything he wanted to do, thinking swim, watch a movie, etc.  I should have known better, he wanted to cum again and he knew what he wanted me to do.   He wanted a blowjob.  I had never done that either so we started out with me stroking his cock until it was hard, then I kind of licked it until he told me what to do.  I put the head of that beautiful, hard, hot cock into my mouth and licked at the opening with my tongue, he had stuff oozing out, he said precum.  It tasted pretty good.  I just kept sucking and licking on the head of his cock while stroking the shaft.   Then I slowly started working his cock in and out of my mouth while cupping his balls in my hand and squeezing them and stroking them.  Steve's breathing started to change and I knew it was working.

His cock really tasted pretty good, better than I expected.  But what was amazing was how it felt, It was hot, hard and like pulsing.  Steve was moving his hips to get his cock in and out of my mouth.  I just get sucking and licking at the head of it and all of a sudden he started cumming into my mouth.  l just loved the feeling of that hot cum, it is just so unbelievable the way it feels on my tongue and the taste is terrific.   I don't know if I'll ever get enough and then the cum was over, his cock was going soft and I was horny as heck.

I told him to stay where he was and lie down, he did it.  I straddled his face and lowered my pussy onto his mouth.  Then I told him to start licking my clit, just like I showed him how to do it with his finger, this time with his tongue.  He did better than that, I felt his tongue push my pussy lips apart as it darted inot my pussy and get my juices that were running out.  Then he started licking my clit, but before long he had started to suck on it.  Then I told him to lick on it while he was sucking and I barely got that out when I started to climax.  He didn't stop and I must have had three or four orgasms before I moved off his face. 

We both knew it wasn't really right to be doing this, but we also thought that if we were going to experiment it might as well be with someone we trusted and knew wouldn't talk about it.

 I got up to go pee and as I started, the doorbell rang.  Steve slipped on his shorts and ran downstairs, I could hear him inviting the neighbor lady in.   She said she just came over to check on us.  I hurried out of the bathroom and grabbed a pair of shorts and T shirt, slipped them on, went back in and flushed.  Just in time, as I came out the bathroom door, she was coming up the stairs.

We were pleasant, showed her that we had cleaned up our rooms, had lunch, did dishes and we were going to straighten the house before we went into the backyard to swim.  She made us promise that we wouldn't do anything alone, we were to watch out for each other.  I promised to not let Steve out of my site and he agreed to keep an eye on me.   That made her happy and we both had our little inside joke about that one.

We did go out swimming in our pool.  We got pretty daring, since no one can see into the backyard, we went skinny dipping.  That felt so good.  Then we went in and watch a movie ate and before going to bed, we took a shower together.  Steve wanted me to stand in the shower and pee because he never saw a gilr pee before and I hadn't seen a boy pee, well, anyway, we peed in the shower and watched each other.  Actually we didn't mess around much in the shower, but Steve did ask me if I could trim my pubic hair before he went down on me again, I agreed and asked if he'd help shave me in the morning.

After our showers we went to Steve's bedroom and just lied on the bed, head to toe so to speak so we couls watch each other masturbate.  I climaxed first, and Steve thought it looked so cool the way my pussy and ass hole kind of quivered when I climaxed.  I made him promise to give me enough time to get my mouth on his cock before he came.   I just love holding his cock in my mouth as the cum gushes in and I just keep sucking everything out until he is soft.

The next day got pretty interesting when some of his friends came over.  I guess I'll write about that under group stories, since it involves more than just Steve and me.   It's pretty amazing how these two weeks actually set the stage for the rest of our life, up until now.

Andrew's observations had shown him something of the character of the sisters. Charlene had a fairly well-paying job, considering her age and experience. A friend of her mother had taken her under his wing after the tragedy and given her a position as a receptionest with his company. The job was flexible enough to let her concentrate on her college studies, and she was managing to maintain a high "C" average. Charlene had hopes of going into the college's chef program. Between work and school, Charlene had little time for a social life and didn't seem to be romantically involved with anyone. Not seriously, anyway. From what he'd seen of her infrequent dates though, Andrew suspected she might be either a lesbian, or bisexual.

Jess, on the other hand, seemed to have a very active social life. Through a friend's teenage son, who happened to be in the tenth grade with Jess, Andrew had learned that Jess had several "boyfriends", none of whom she dated exclusively. She was a cheerleader, and had something of a reputation as a slut. There was speculation that she had slept with most of the basketball team, and a good part of the football team, though Andrew sensed that his contact may have been exaggerating her "easyness" because she had turned him down when he asked her out. The fact that she had received an "A" in math last semester had raised a few eyebrows as well, considering her otherwise low "C" average. She insisted it was because of the extra "tutoring" she'd gotten from her teacher, Mr. Ballder. Jess was also known to be something of a bitch.

Then there was young Stephanie. Having a different father than her sisters meant she looked a bit different. She had brown eyes to their blue. She was shorter and curvier while her sisters were taller and more slender. Stephanie looked as though she might eventually end up with larger breasts than either of her older sisters. Andrew knew the least about Stephanie, mainly because it was hard to observe her at the junior high school. Being noticed watching the girls there would raise suspicion, which he certainly didn't need. So he'd had to settle for watching her walk home from school, and occasionally observing her at the mall. She didn't seem to have many friends, and at age thirteen didn't date. Stephanie always walked with her head down, as if she hoped nobody would notice her. Her baggy clothes mostly hid her figure, but Andrew had managed to be at the public swimming pool one day when the sisters had been there, and had enjoyed studying young Stephanie's blossoming body in her modest bikini outfit.

At eleven o'clock, heart pounding with anticipation, Andrew quietly got out of his car. The satchel bag in hand, he approached the girl's house. Before doing anything else, he took the remote control from his satchel bag and silently deactivated the security system he'd personally installed last year. Then, hiding behind the bushes beside the house (bushes that he had conveniently neglected to point out as a security hazard) he crept to the window that he knew belonged to young Stephanie's bedroom. From his bag he took an electronic listening device. Bearing headphones he pressed a suction cup microphone to the glass and listened carefully. Stephanie's slow, steady breathing told him that the girl was asleep. Good. The same procedure at two more windows confirmed that the older sisters were likewise slumbering. He returned to Stephanie's window.

It was a simple matter to get the window open, especially since the blonde youngster had foolishly left the latch undone. Andrew reached inside and quietly placed his bag atop the chest of drawers beside the window. Then, taking pains to be silent, he gently eased his body through the window. Inside, he stood stock still and listened for anything that might indicate he'd been heard. Nothing. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he was able to locate the girl's stereo, positioned conveniently next to her bed. He checked the CD that was in the player. Slipknot. Perfect. He looked at the sleeping teenager. She was on her back, just as he'd hoped. That position would make things much easier. Taking his satchel bag from the chest of drawers, Andrew opened it and selected three items: a large, scary-looking knife, a ball gag, and a short length of rope. Standing up, he took a deep breath and let it back out, slowly. This was it. No turning back now.

With the gag and rope in one hand and the knife tucked in his belt, Andrew leaned over the sleeping girl. Moving quickly, he simultaneously pressed one hand to Stephanie's chest and his mouth to hers. As expected, she woke with a start. It took a second for her to realize she wasn't alone. Her scream was effectively muffled by Andrew's mouth covering hers. He kept his mouth locked to hers, while his hand on her chest held her down until she finally stopped struggling. He could feel her heart pounding rapidly. She was breathing quickly, but through her nose because her mouth was covered. When she finally stilled, Andrew carefully replaced his mouth with his hand, which he kept clamped in place while he climbed on top of the girl. She was still under the covers, so Andrew's knees served to tighten them over her. Only her head was exposed.

"Okay," Andrew whispered, "I'm going to uncover your mouth for a moment. I don't want you to scream. I don't want you to make any noise. Promise me you won't scream." The girl nodded frantically, terror in her eyes. "Good girl. Remember your promise." He moved his hand a fraction of an inch, and the girl was good for her word and didn't scream. She whispered when her mouth was free. "Please, mister, don't hurt me! I'm only thirteen! Don't hurt me!" A few tears welled at the corners of Stephanie's eyes. "I know you're only thirteen," Andrew whispered back. "That's why I like you." He saw a flicker in the girl's eyes when he said that. "Y-you like me?" Stephanie whispered back, looking right into Andrew's eyes.

"Yes, I like you very much. Now, I need you to do what I say, okay?" The young girl nodded. "Good. I need to put this in your mouth and fasten the straps behind your head." Andrew held up the ball gag. "So open your mouth wide for me." The girl obeyed, and was still as the ball was placed into her mouth and the straps were buckled at the back of her head. "Now, I want you to hold your wrists out to me." Andrew lifted himself up off the girl, enough that she could get her arms free and raise them up to him. When she did, he tied them together with the rope. "There. I'm going to get off of you now. I want you to keep still." Carefully, he climbed back off the bed. Next he pulled the covers off of the trembling, frightened girl. Her nightclothes consisted of a thin tank top and white panties. The shirt clung to her small breasts, and her fear-hardened nipples were clearly visible. She looked so sexy lying there that Andrew was tempted to take her right then. But it wasn't time.

Andrew helped her into a sitting position and then sat beside her. They were both facing the bedroom door. "So, you like Slipknot?" he asked her. She nodded. "Do your sisters like him?" Stephanie shook her head vigorously. "They probably like those boy bands, don't they?" The girl rolled her eyes and nodded. Andrew decided that she was taking her situation surprisingly well. "Well, since they don't like your favorite band, I wonder what will happen when I do this!" Andrew reached for the stereo and turned the volume knob all the way up. Then he hit the ‘play' button. Only a few seconds after the raucous heavy metal started blasting from the speakers, the bedroom door flew open. As Andrew had expected, it was Jess who had come to deal with the noise, since her bedroom was right next to Stephanie's. She was already yelling before she turned on the light. "Dammit, Steph! Turn that shit off..." her voice trailed off when the lights came on and she saw a strange man holding a knife to the throat of her little sister. "Oh my god! Steph..." She looked with panic at Andrew. "She's only thirteen!"

"Yes, yes, I know she's thirteen!" Andrew responded, turning the loud music off. "And you're sixteen. Now, instead of standing there looking stupid, how about calling your nineteen-year-old sister in here. We're going to have a little party." There was a mocking tone to Andrew's voice. When Jess didn't obey his order immediately, but instead stood there staring at the two of them, he pressed the knife harder against Stephanie's throat. The knife was actually just a prop, dull as a spoon, but Jess didn't need to know that. "Call her!"

"Charlene?" Jess called down the hallway. "Charlene, you'd better come in here! Hurry!"

Judging by the speed with which the brunette haired sister arrived, she must have been already on her way. "What's going on in here..." Charlene stopped abruptly, obviously very groggy, but suddenly awake once she realized what was happening. Andrew could see her trying to fight down her own panic. She looked at him, then at her youngest sister. "Has he hurt you, Steph?" When Stephanie shook her head, Charlene looked at Andrew, fire in her eyes. "You bastard! You'd better not have hurt her! She's only thirteen!" Andrew rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm glad we all agree that this cute little girl is thirteen! Since we all agree on that, perhaps the two of you," Andrew motioned to the girls at the doorway, "will agree that you need to take off your clothes." They just stared at him with horrified expressions on their faces. "I said, take off your clothes! All of them!" He emphasized his command by making a cutting motion with the knife across Stephanie's throat. And he was sure he heard a muffled groan from her. "You first" he said to Charlene.

Charlene's night clothes consisted of a over sized t-shirt and a black thong. Never taking her eyes off Andrew and her sister, she pulled the shirt off. Her bare breasts were now fully exposed. Andrew's mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, perfect, round c-cups with their small, pink nipples. Charlene's face wore a look of pure hatred as she next lowered her thong to the floor and stood there naked. Andrew smiled at her shaved pubes. At Andrew's order, she turned around slowly to show him her firm, round butt.

Satisfied, Andrew nodded at Jess. "Your turn."

Jess stared defiantly at him. She was wearing a long, sheer black nightgown with the top half see-through, so Andrew had already had a good view of her breasts. But as she dropped the gown to the floor Andrew was able to admire her twin globes better. Jess's tits were smaller than Charlene's, but her nipples were bigger. When her panties came off Andrew saw that her dark patch of pubic hair was neatly trimmed in a straight line, but Jess's skin was so uniformly pale that Andrew doubted she spent much time in the sun. Her body was more curved than Charlene's.

With the two older girls now naked, Andrew stood up and helped Stephanie to her feet. "Now, let's all go downstairs to the basement. Lead the way, Charlene." The basement was windowless, so there would be no telltale shadows visible to neighbors and passersby. The below-ground basement would also silent the amount of noise that might alert outsiders that something was wrong in the house. Andrew remembered that the basement was furnished, and hoped it still contained the same stuff that he remembered. The satchel bag in one hand and Stephanie's arm in the other, he followed Charlene and Jess to the basement stairs. Before they descended he said to them, "When you get to the bottom, just stand there. I want you to stay right where I can see you." Once Charlene and Jess were at the bottom of the stairs Andrew and Stephanie followed. He then ordered the older girls to the opposite side of the room. Looking around, he saw that the room was still arranged just as he remembered it. Beside him was a small bar, though it was not stocked with alcohol due to the ages of the girls. There were three barstools. In the center of the room was a pooltable. At the other side of the room, where the two sisters stood, looking very scared, was a sofa. The room also contained a TV, and a couple more stuffed chairs. Best of all, there was a heavy wooden post near one wall, and an exposed beam across the ceiling.

"You two, sit down!" Andrew motioned to the sofa and Charlene and Jess quickly sat down. He guided Stephanie onto one of the stools and then sat beside her. He whispered into her ear, "Are you a virgin?" She nodded. "Good. That's another reason I like you." He noticed she gave him the same wide-eyed look that she'd given him the last time he told her he liked her. He wondered if she really believed him. "Now, I'm going to take this gag off you, okay? But I want you to stay quiet." He unbuckled the straps and took the gag out of the girl's mouth. She was quiet, but worked her mouth a few times to get rid of the stiffness in her jaw. Then she closed her mouth and sat quietly with her tied hands in front of her. "Good girl," Andrew told her. Reaching into his bag, Andrew took out a hammer and a foot long nail. He walked to the wooden post and drove the nail into it, higher than his own head, at a forty-five degree angle. He left about six inches protruding from the post. Returning the hammer to the bag, he pointed to Charlene. "Hold out your wrists." With another short bit of rope he tied Charlene's wrists together, and then did the same with Jess's wrists. "Now," Andrew said to the blonde and brunette, "I expect the two of you to cooperate fully with me. The better you cooperate, the longer your little sister over there will remain safe. He glanced back at Stephanie, finding her sitting there just staring at the proceedings. "Both of you, get on your knees!" Charlene and Jess scrambled to obey, fearing for Stephanie's safety. Andrew reached into his bag again, this time producing a riding crop. He stepped in front of Charlene and opened his pants, and took out his cock. He heard all three girls gasp when they saw his ten-inch tool. Stephanie had a clear view of what was happening. "Okay, Charlene, open your mouth, and take it!"

Afraid of what he would do to Stephanie if she refused, Charlene did as instructed. She wrapped her lips around the head of the dick and proceeded to suck weakly. Her eyes shot upward when Andrew smacked the side of her butt with the crop and ordered her to look at him while she sucked. "And one other thing to keep in mind. Make sure I don't feel even a hint of teeth down there! Teeth might make me think you're being uncooperative." Andrew glanced at Stephanie and then grinned at Charlene. "And suck harder! You act like you've never done this before!" He grabbed her hair with one hand and guided her motions, forcing her to take his cock deeper. He could hear her gagging as the head of his cock banged against the back of her throat. He started holding around 8 inches in her mouth for longer making her gag more, just as it seemed she was about to pass out Andrew looked over at Jess.

Jess was watching wide-eyed, Andrew pushed Charlene away and turned his dick toward the blonde. "Okay, slut, I know that you know how to do this!"
"No! I've never..." Jess's protest stopped mid-sentence when she saw the look on Andrew's face. "I mean, I..."
"Too late, bitch! That's count number one!" He walked over to Stephanie, first taking a pair of scissors out of his bag. With the scissors he cut the shoulder straps of her tank top. "Raise your arms over your head, Stephanie." The young girl readily obeyed, though she perhaps didn't realize what he was doing. Her face was expressionless as she stared at him. She sat still while Andrew pulled her shirt off, leaving her top bare.

Andrew gazed with admiration at the thirteen-year-old's tiny breasts with their puffy, pink nipples. He watched her chest heave up and down with each breath, and saw her cheeks blush. "You have very pretty breasts, Stephanie," he said softly so that only Stephanie could hear. He smiled at her, eagerly awaiting what he was going to do to her. "Now," said Andrew, turning back to Jess, tell me again. Are you going to suck my cock?" This time, Jess nodded her head, frantically. "I thought so. Show me!" He shoved his cock into her mouth and pulled her head down onto it. His cock went easily down her throat. He made her hold his cock there for a few seconds before he started guiding her up and down on his shaft. Tears trickled from her eyes as she stared up at him. A minute later he let go of her head and ordered her to keep it up on her own. She eventually settled into her own rhythm, she wasn't as good as Charlene so it appeared that the rumour's were false and Jess has had near to no experience. Andrew wasn't ready to come yet, so after a few minutes he let Jess stop sucking him. Turning back to Charlene, he took her by the wrists and hauled her to her feet. "Get over here! Up on the pool table with you!" He lifted her onto the pool table, seating her right on the edge. The whole time, he could hear her mumbling under her breath, "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!"

"Now lie down!" Andrew moved her onto her back. Now her butt was still at the edge of the pool table and her legs were hanging over the side. Andrew noticed young Stephanie still watching, wide-eyed. What was she thinking? Andrew next dragged Jess to her feet and forced the blonde to the side of the table. "Get your ass up there!" With the riding crop, he dealt a stinging ‘THWACK!' to her curved ass, and chuckled at her squeal of pain. Hands still tied, Jess awkwardly climbed up onto the pool table. Both Charlene and Jess were motionless, afraid of whatever humiliation was coming next. "I bet you wonder what I have in mind now." Andrew smirked at the two sisters. "Let's see if your cocksucking skills are as good as your pussy eating skills Charlene" He laughed at the shocked expression on there face's. "Didn't your big sister ever tell you she likes girls? Tsk tsk tsk. Secrets between family aren't good!" Andrew looked at Stephanie, and saw her sitting there with her mouth hanging open in disbelief. She was still young enough that lesbians were just something to think about. Her big sister was one?

Jess's expression was just as disbelieving as Stephanie's. Then her expression changed to one of horror when she realized what Andrew was about to make her do. Andrew didn't make her wait long. He stepped between Charlene's legs and positioned the head of his cock at the opening of her shaved pussy. To Jess he said, "Straddle her face! Spread your slut pussy across her mouth!" Charlene cried out, "No! Don't make me lick her! She's my sister! Do whatever you have to do to me but not this... not this..." Andrew sighed. "That's two." Then he stepped back and walked over to Stephanie again. She was trembling. Kneeling in front of her he whispered, "I have to take your panties off now. Okay?" Stephanie nodded slowly. Andrew took hold of the waistband and said, "Raise up a little." When she lifted her butt Andrew slipped the panties off her hips and tugged them down and off her legs. He was surprised when he saw her crotch. Her pubic hair was sparse. There was only a narrow strip of soft hair, just above her slit. He looked up at her and asked, "Do you trim down there?" She replied with "Yes, it makes me feel more comfortable".

Back on his feet, Andrew returned to Charlene and Jess. "Are you going to do as I tell you?" Both blonde and brunette's were weeping. Jess nodded and slowly lowered herself to Charlene's face, lowering her pussy to her older sister's mouth. She shuddered when she felt Charlene's nose brush her asshole.
Now here's the deal. You eat her pussy good and hard. I'm gonna stick my cock inside you and fuck your lezzie brains out. If I come before your sister comes, you're both going to suffer. Got it?" "Yes!" With that, Andrew rammed himself inside the resisting cunt, burying a good 7 inches inside Charlene. He heard her squeal; she'd obviously never had anything as big as his cock in there! At the same time, he saw Jess's body tense up, signalling that Charlene's tongue had gone to work. He fucked the brunette hard. Each stroke of his cock drove deep into her pussy. She writhed uncomfortably, but judging by her sister's reactions her tongue was still working. Andrew amused himself by slapping her bald pubes and hearing her yelp. Looking up, he could see her chin moving rapidly under the dark patch of Jess's pubic fuzz. He slapped Charlene's belly and barked, "Make her come! Do it! Make her come!" Another slap.

Jess, in spite of her distaste for this incestuous lesbian contact, was obviously being affected by her sister's tongue. Tears poured from eyes that were rolled back in their sockets. Her face and jiggling breasts were flushed and gasps came from her mouth. Andrew knew she was close to having an orgasm, and found himself wondering how many orgasms the sixteen-year-old had actually had in her life. She had supposedly slept with several guys, but he knew that high school boys were notoriously unconcerned with their dates orgasms. He intended to let her come before he did, and she did so after a matter of minutes. Charlene's experienced tongue had done its job. It probably would have happened sooner, had Jess been more willing.

Andrew pulled his cock out of Charlene. "Did you like that, Jess?" "No!" she cried.

Chuckling, Andrew said, "I'll bet you'll like a big fat cock in your pussy better, won't you! Get yourself down here! Quickly!" Jess hesitated only a moment, and then climbed off the table seeing her glistering pussy. Andrew grabbed her and put her between himself and Charlene. He held her by the back of the neck and shoved her face into Charlene's crotch. She wailed in misery when Andrew said, "Now, you are gonna do your sister the same favor she just did you! Start licking, slut! Same deal as last time. If I come before she does, the two of you are gonna find out what else I have in that bag! Now lick!" He held Jess's head in place until he was satisfied she was licking, and then he stepped behind her. The blonde's knees nearly buckled when the rapist sank his ten-inch tool into her, allthough he only stuck 7 inches in just like he did with Charlene. A low groan escaped her throat, unbidden. She was still a bit worked up from her tongue-induced orgasm. Andrew raped her very roughly, peppering her pale butt cheeks with hard slaps. Each spank left a clear, red imprint on her. He planned to come first this time. There was little doubt that he wouldn't, Jess had never eaten pussy before and he didn't expect she would be able to produce an orgasm in Charlene. She didn't. A few minutes of fucking Jess triggered Andrew's own orgasm. Feeling its approach, he pulled out of her cunt and forced her by her hair to kneel. Keeping one hand twisted painfully into her blonde hair, he shoved his cock back into her mouth. Just before he exploded he pulled out and stroked himself with one hand as he blasted the unwilling teenager's face with his hot spunk. Before he finished coming, he stuck his cock back into Jess's mouth and ordered her to finish sucking his cum down, cum started overflowing out of her mouth.

Jess's face was still covered with semen when she was forced to stand again. Andrew put his softening cock back into his pants and then said,"Now, as promised, because I came first, we're gonna have some fun! Well, I'm gonna have fun anyway. It probably won't be fun for you!" Andrew reached back into his bag and pulled out another short rope. "Both of you - get to opposite sides of the table!" When the sisters didn't immediately obey, Andrew reminded them, "He would have to take the next step with Stephanie!" Charlene and Jess quickly went to opposite sides of the table. "Good. Now both of you bend over and touch your arms together!" The sisters bent as instructed, their bound wrists stretched out in front of them. Their arms overlapped each other, and Andrew used his rope to tie their arms together. Now they were effectively restraining each other. Neither girl would be able to change position. Going to his bag again, Andrew retrieved a short flogger. He held it so young Stephanie could see it first. Her expression didn't change much, but her eyes got wider. Then he let the older sisters see it. He could see the fear in their eyes. Then he walked behind Charlene. With no further delay, Andrew went to work. He raised the whip and proceeded to flog Charlene's round ass, hard. She screamed in pain as the flogger cut across her ass over and over and over. When she had taken twenty lashes the whipping stopped. Charlene's butt was criss-crossed with red stripes. She was sobbing loudly. The rapist walked around to the other side of the table, and heard Jess begin pleading with him. "Please, no! Please don't! Don't hurt me!"

Andrew grabbed Jess by the hair and yanked her head up. "Shut the hell up, slut! I don't want to hear anything but screams coming out of that mouth!" He let her head drop and then went to work on her ass. He flogged her mercilessly twenty times, just like he'd done to Charlene. Jess's paler skin showed brighter red welts, however, and Andrew was pleased with his handywork. He walked back around to Charlene. Charlene started screaming almost before the lash struck. She thrashed and struggled while Andrew dealt another twenty cruel strokes with the whip. He whipped the backs of her thighs as well as her ass, and more than once the ends of the whip brushed her pussy lips. The pitch of her squeals went up when that happened. When he was done with Charlene, it was back to Jess. Andrew flogged her the same way. She screamed even louder than Charlene when the whip touched her pussy. The next thirty minutes were spent this way. Back and forth, back and forth, Andrew brutally flogged both sisters. The pool table's surface was stained with their tears. Both girls had received hundreds of lashes. Most of the strokes had tormented their asses, but both of them bore red stripes from their shoulders to their ankles. But while the lashes were painful, they were never hard enough to break the skin. Andrew didn't want them damaged. He had long-term plans for them.

The flogger was put back into the bag. The next items out of the bag were two butt plugs and a tube of lubricant. Andrew placed the plugs on the pool table where both Charlene and Jess could see them. "Do you know what these are?" both sisters shook their heads. "Good! This will be entertaining, then!" He picked up one of the plugs and stepped behind Jess. First he spread a thin coating of lubricant onto the plug. Then he reached down with one hand and spread Jess's asscheeks. He heard her yelp in pain at the contact with her tortured buttocks. When he pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole she tensed; sudden realization of what was happening made her cry out. "No! Don't! Not my butt! Noooo!" Andrew just laughed at her panic. As expected, the sixteen-year-old clenched her anus tightly shut. She didn't realize that would only make it more painful when the plug finally penetrated. And Andrew fully intended for the plug to penetrate. With determination, he began to press firmly against the resisting hole. Jess emitted a choked, but long groan of pain. Her legs kicked and she struggled against the ropes that held her helpless. Her resistance was in vain. The narrow tip of the plug eventually forced its way past her defense. After that, inch by inch Jess let out a shreik of pain and it penetrated her ass deeper and deeper. Jess squealed in agony as the rapidly-widening plug slid inside her. Then her sphincter clamped shut around the narrow collar at the base of the plug, effectively sealing it inside her. She cried and squirmed in discomfort.

Now it was Charlene's turn. The second plug was taken up and Andrew moved behind the blonde. She resisted even more fiercely than Jess had, but in the end her ass was plugged as effectively as her younger sister's had been. Now there was one final act to perpetrate upon their bodies. He quickly untied the rope that bound the two girls to each other. He hauled Jess to her feet and forced her to walk to the post he'd driven the nail into. She walked awkwardly, due to the plug in her ass. At the post, Andrew turned her around so her back was to the post. He raised her arms and then hooked her bound wrists over the nail. This left her feet flat on the floor, but the nail was high enough that Jess would be unable to get herself down from it. Likewise, Charlene was tied by another rope to the overhead beam. Out of the bag came two pairs of clamps which were attached to the sister's erect nipples with weights. Andrew grinned at the tears rolling down their faces. Those clamps really hurt they screamed!

"Now, ladies," Andrew said, "I think you should know that I found your resistance to the butt plugs to be very uncooperative!. I'm afraid you've left me with no other choice." He looked to Charlene, and then to Jess, and then back to Charlene. "I will have to see if your little sister Stephanie will be more cooperative!" He watched both bound sisters faces go pale, and saw that they were about to protest. He held up his hand for silence. "I suggest," he said with a grin, "that you remain silent. The louder you protest, the more ‘fun' I'm going to have with Stephanie. Understand?" He got frightened nods of agreement from Charlene and Jess. Now it was time for the part of his plan that he'd been most anticipating: having his way with the thirteen-year-old virgin. He walked to Stephanie and sat beside her. He put an arm around her shoulders, and he felt her nervous tension. Andrew squeezed her to him and whispered in her ear. "Just relax, and it will go easier for you." Stephanie was looking into his eyes as he continued. "It's going to hurt you, but I won't hurt you as bad as I hurt your sisters. I like you better than them." "Let's get started." He quickly untied her wrists.
Pulling the naked young girl across his lap he said, "You will keep your hands in front of you. If you try to protect your ass, it will only get worse for you." As he spoke he was roughly squeezing her butt cheeks with his right hand. He stared at her ass. He'd only seen her body from the front until now, and was delighted to discover the perfection of her ass. Spanking that ass was going to be a lot of fun! The girl was holding herself motionless. That needed to change, so he moved his hand from her butt to the backs of her thighs. He ran his fingertips up and down, between her butt and her knees, then he slipped his hand to the insides of her thighs.

Stephanie started to squirm when the fingers came near her pussy. When he touched her there, she jumped and gasped. "arghhh.." Her legs opened just a bit, and Andrew's fingers pressed hard against her puss. The whole time he was yelling at her, he started to hand spank her. She was really squirming! Andrew concentrated on the spanking now, silent while his hand clapped against Stephanie's firm cheeks. He wondered if she was an athlete, because her muscles felt like they were well-toned. Occasionally, he stopped spanking long enough to rub her pussy, and found her to be very wet! Stephanie reacted with "No! It hurts! It hurts bad! Please stop spanking me! I'll be good!" She was crying for real, which made her pleading sound pitiful enough to get a reaction from her older sisters. "You bastard!" Charlene yelled at Andrew. "Leave her alone! She's just a kid, you son-of-a-bitch! I'll kill you!" Tears were pouring down Charlene's face. "I'll kill you!" She was straining, unsuccessfully, against her bonds. "Bastard..." Charlene broke down in sobs. Jess, on the other hand, had her eyes tightly closed, and was mumbling under her breath. It looked like she was hoping this was all a dream and that everything would be all right when she woke up.

Andrew kept spanking little Stephanie for a good fifteen minutes. He covered her entire ass with his hard hand, from top to bottom, and including the tops of her thighs. When her whole ass glowed bright pink, he started spanking even harder. Stephanie's legs kicked with each SMACK, and she finally reached back to protect her burning butt. Andrew's hand came down on the palm of her hand. He could feel her shaking with sobs. "Didn't I tell you not to reach back? Now you're going to get it even worse!" Andrew lifted the girl off his lap and deposited her roughly on her butt beside him. She squealed at the contact with her butt. "Stay there!" Andrew ordered her. She obeyed, staring at him with eyes brimming with tears. "I'm going to have to tie your wrists again." He carefully did so, then stood up. Andrew went to his bag once more, this time taking out a big wooden paddle. He turned so that Stephanie could see it. The way her eyes widened at the sight. The paddle he held was made of solid oak. It was a half-inch thick, with numerous holes drilled in it. It was six inches wide and eight inches long, not counting the handle. In other words, this was going to hurt. A lot. He could see Stephanie starting to shake.

"You don't like the looks of this, do you?" Andrew grinned at the young girl as he brandished the paddle. "No! Please, don't spank me with that! Please don't!" Her voice was higher than it had been before. Andrew just laughed. "I'm afraid I must. You don't have any choice in the matter. Stand up!"

Trembling with real fear now, Stephanie obediently stood. Was he really going to hit her with that paddle? Momma never spanked with anything that big! Filled with apprehension, she let herself be led from the love seat to the sofa. The man made her bend over the arm of the sofa. Now her face and hands were buried in the seat cushions and her butt was pointed straight in the air. The youngest sister was now positioned so that her older siblings could see everything. Andrew paused to admire the view of her perfectly-shaped, glowing-brunette ass. Then he laid the paddle across that ass so that the girl could feel its weight. With that, Andrew stood and raised the paddle. He took careful aim and then brought it crashing down on Stephanie's tender, upturned butt. WHAM! "AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" Stephanie's head shot up and her ear-splitting scream filled the room. Motherfucker that hurt! Stephanie could barely think, the pain was so intense!

BLAM! WHACK! CRASH! SMACK!

Andrew paddled extremely hard, and Stephanie shrieked and thrashed and kicked. Jess's eyes were wide open now. Both Jess and Charlene were stunned by the ferocity of the rapist as he beat their little sister! But it was over as quickly as it had begun. The paddling only consisted of twenty blows, though those blows were incredibly hard. Stephanie just laid there, sobbing hysterically. She was given almost no chance to recover. Andrew grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feet. He roughly led her over to where Jess was bound, and then forced her to kneel. The petite blonde was shocked when Andrew shoved her face into Jess's crotch and ordered her to lick it. She didn't dare disobey, after the beating she'd just taken. Desperately she stuck her tongue into her sister's pussy and licked, hoping that she was doing it right. Andrew wasn't concerned with whether she was doing it right, of course. At this point he was more concerned with totally dominating the thirteen-year-old and gettin immediate obedience from her. He made her lick Jess for only a minute, and then hauled her over to Charlene and made her do the same there. Finally, he picked Stephanie up and deposited her on her back in the center of the pool table. He grinned at the look of pain on her face when her battered butt hit the hard surface. While she laid there weeping, Andrew got undressed. His erection stood out proudly, eager to at last deflower the virgin blonde.

Climbing onto the table, Andrew straddled the young teenager. He laid his cock between her small breasts and began rubbing it back and forth. She stared back up at him, still crying. "Open your mouth." When she didn't obey quickly enough, he grabbed her left nipple. Pinching it and then twisting it hard enough to make her squeal, he yelled the instruction again. "Open your damn mouth!" The frightened girl obeyed, and was rewarded by getting her mouth stuffed with hard cock. She gagged when the head bumped against the back of her throat. Stephanie had to fight her gag reflex down, fearing it would only make Andrew angrier if she threw up. She let him fuck her face, even sucking on the big rod like she'd seen her sisters do earlier. Maybe he'd be nice to her again if she did that. Andrew pushed his cock in and out of the girl's mouth for several minutes. He could tell her jaw was aching by the time he finally pulled out. It was time. He moved back and pushed Stephanie's legs apart. Cock in hand, he stared down at the sight before him. His pulse quickened and his breaths came shorter. He hadn't originally intended to spank her as severely as he did, but she had seemed entirely too willing. Now... now she was ready and un-willing. Perfect. He reached down and untied her wrists.

Leaning over her, Andrew positioned the head of his cock at the outside of Stephanie's opening. "You're mine now, girl!" She just stared back at him terrified. He entered her slowly, or tried too, she was so tight it took alot of effort to just get his head in, once he finally got going, he felt the natural barrier inside her. Then Stephanie's eyes came wide open and she squealed as, with a quick thrust, Andrew's cock broke her hymen. He started picking up the pace, the deeper he went the louder she screamed, after about 5 minutes of non stop fucking the ten-inch cock was buried to the hilt in the thirteen-year old's pussy, more then he used on the other girls, he wanted to make sure she was stretched open nice and wide. He began to stroke in and out, taking it easy on her at first. Her back was arched and she was breathing hard. Andrew's big cock was a tight fit in her unused pussy. A soft groan escaped from her lips. It felt good and was uncomfortable at the same time. It was a completely new sensation, this feeling of something big moving inside of her! And each slow stroke sent tingles up and down her spine. As the conflicting emotions fought for Stephanie's attention, Andrew gradually increased the speed of his thrusts. In response, Stephanie began to move with him. Her legs opened wider of their own volition. She closed her eyes to hide the humiliation she was having down there. How could anything hurt so much and feel so good at the same time? Hardly realizing what she was doing, she wrapped her legs around Andrew's hips and pulled him into her, deeper and deeper. After a few more harder thrusts, Stephanie lost conciosnios but at the same time her eyes rolled back in her head and she came.

It was amazingly powerful for a first orgasm! Her whole body convulsed, and she let out a cry that started as a low growl in the back of her throat and burst forth as a high-pitched squeal of humiliation. She was completely oblivious to everything around her. The only thing her body was aware of was the cock in her pussy. That cock continued to pound in and out of her. Andrew was amazed at Stephanie's reaction - he had never before caused an orgasm in a virgin who was passed out! He fucked her even harder, Stephanie regained conscionius. Almost instantly, she was knocked into her second orgasm. "Oooooooohhh! Aaaaaa! Oh-oh-oh-oh!" Stephanie couldn't believe how good she felt right now. He little-girlish voice was filling the basement with sounds of pleasure. "Oh! Yes! Yes! Mmmmmmmmmm..." She didn't want anything more right now than for that great big cock to go deeper and deeper inside her. Her second orgasm was way more intense than her first.

Andrew was ready to pop. Stephanie was just too stimulating! He continued thrusting harder and harder until he finally unloaded deep inside of her, spraying over and over, flooding her pussy. After he extracted his cock, cum oozed and oozed out of her pussy, for nearly a minute straight, she lied there exhausted at what just happened. Eventually Andrew had to get up and get dressed. Once dressed, he untied Jess. After taking the clamps off her nipples and weights and the plug from her ass he led her upstairs to her own bedroom, where he tied her to the bed. "Get some sleep," he instructed. He then did the same with Charlene, adding, "We're taking a trip tomorrow."

"A trip? But..." Charlene started.

"Yes, a trip. It's summer and your sisters aren't in school, and you have the next two weeks off. And I know the three of you were already leaving for a family vacation tomorrow. Nobody will suspect a thing when you drive away in the morning and don't come back for a few days." "How did you know?" Charlene looked confused. "You don't think this evening was a spur-of-the-moment thing for me, do you?" Andrew replied. "I've been planning this for more than a year! I learned everything I needed to know. Now, get some sleep. You'll need your rest for tomorrow." He left Charlene in her darkened room. He went and got Stephanie and led her to her room, as he laid Stephanie down to sleep, he stuck his soft cock into Stephanie's mouth. "Now sleep." He closed his eyes and relaxed, listening to Stephanie's breathing. It was sometime later that she finally fell asleep, and he soon followed. He had good dreams.

 To be continued...

How do we ease into this? That was the question. After rolling this question over and over in my mind, I decided that the best tool to use to break the ice was the videos. His curiosity had already been peaked by the short screening he had already had. He was very anxious to see more.

I decided that it would all take place on Saturday evening.

Today was Thursday, and it was very hard to concentrate on my work. All I could think about was Saturday night. Daniel had some errands to run, and was out of the house for the day. I decided to go home at lunch for a little afternoon delight.

Arriving at the house and walking in the front door, it appeared as if no one was home. All was quiet. I made my way upstairs, and as I was walking down the hall to our bedroom I heard a faint sound. Stopping at the closed door, I listened. It was the distinct sound of sexual activity. Not hard-driving sexual activity, but soft and sensual sounds. Slowly, I turned the knob and opened the door about 6 inches. What I saw made me very glad I decided to come home for lunch.

Heather was lying on the bed, and the television was on. Her eyes were glued to the set, but her legs were spread and her fingers were buried between them. She hadn’t noticed me because the headboard of the bed is against the same wall as the door. I felt my cock beginning to stiffen as I watched. She was viewing the video of one of our mountain trips where we were making love near a waterfall. It was a very sensuous setting, and we were obviously enjoying each other. As I watched, I could tell she was well into this session. Her fingers were glistening with her own wetness. I almost went over the edge when she took her very wet fingers and brought them to her face. Holding them in front of her face for a split second, she seemed to look to see how much juice was there. Then, she inserted the fingers in her mouth and sucked all of the juice off. While sucking her fingers, I could hear another sound coming from her. It was as if she had just placed a spoonful of ice cream in her mount. "Mmmmmmmm! "

I couldn’t take it anymore. Opening the door the rest of the way, I half expected her to jump when she saw me. Instead, she just looked up at me and smiled. Her fingers never missed a beat. "Remember that day?" she asked, looking over at the television.

"Oh, yeah……I remember. Great trip."

"Mmmmmmmm. Take your clothes off and come here."

I didn’t wait to be told twice. Before you could count to three, I was naked and lying next to her.

"Suck my nipples. They’ve been thinking about you all morning….."

Gently, I took a nipple in my mouth and began sucking. Immediately it instilled a reaction from her. Arching her back upwards slightly, she resumed moaning. She was hot. Hotter than I had seen her in a long time.

Now wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I remained silent and continued my assault on her nipples. My fingers now began wandering down her flat tummy to the neatly trimmed tuft of dark hair. Sliding further, I found my finger wedged between two of the wettest lips I had ever experienced. Easily I slid up and down, rubbing against her clitoris with the motion. Within moments my finger was dripping with wetness. I replaced the nipple in my mouth with my own wet finger, enjoying the savory aroma as well as the wonderful flavor of her sex.

Lifting myself off of the bed and working my way on top of her, I positioned my cock at her opening. Gently I pushed, and her eyes closed. Slowly, till it completely disappeared, I held it in place. Opening her eyes, she pleaded, "Don’t tease me. Not now. I need him so bad."

I began the familiar back and forth motion. After only seconds, she grabbed my arms and dug her fingernails into my biceps. With every forward thrust, she replied with an upward thrust of her own. Harder and harder I fucked her, till the room was filled with the sound of our crotches slapping together and the smell of our sweat from our overheated bodies.

Before long, I could feel the orgasm building deep inside me. As I thrust even harder, she could tell the moment was near and began shouting at me. "OH, YES!!! OH, YES!!! FUCK ME. FUCK ME HARDER. I’M GONNA CUM…………………..NOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"

Simultaneously we both exploded in orgasm. Already, I was feeling wetness dripping down my cock and over my balls and onto the sheet below. Now I just added to the already overwhelming amount of liquid inside of her. As I slowly began to pull my cock from her, she grabbed me and held me still. I pushed back in ever so slightly, and felt the liquid being pushed out around my cock. Eventually, she let me go and I slowly pulled out and rolled to her side. After what seemed like forever, she finally smiled and opened her eyes. Turning towards me, she stared at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

"Mmmmmmm! That was wonderful. Just what I needed."

"So tell me, what started all of this?" I asked.

"I had a dream. About having you and Daniel at the same time. God, it was erotic. I woke up already wet."

"Well, I think the three of us are gonna stay home Saturday night and watch movies.’ Pointing to the television……. "Those movies. Then we’ll just see what happens. I want you to head to the mall this afternoon and pick out something very sexy from Fredrick’s. It’s a special occasion. We need to dress up."

With that, I went to the bathroom and cleaned up and dressed. Returning back to the bedroom, I found her still lying on the bed looking very satisfied. "I gotta get back to work."

Bending over to give her a kiss, she grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed. Placing a hand on each side of my head, she pulled my lips to hers and we embraced in a passionate kiss. "You’re so good to me. Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Yeah, but don’t let that stop you."

Giving me a huge bear hug, she quietly whispered………"I love you, I love you, I love you."

As I got back in the car, I almost had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I was without a doubt, the luckiest man in the world.

Work went a little better that afternoon. At least I had temporarily satisfied my carnal desire. Now I could concentrate on getting some work done. The rest of the day went well and flew by. Before I knew it, I was packing to go home for the day. I was anxious to see what Heather had found at Fredrick’s.

As I pulled into the driveway I noticed Daniel’s car was back in it’s usual spot. Wondering what I would find when I walked into the house, I was a little apprehensive. As it turned out, my fears were unfounded. Walking into the living room, Daniel was in my recliner watching Nickelodeon. I thought to myself, "21 years old and he still watches that stuff. Maybe he’s not ready for what we have in store for him." It was a fleeting thought that passed as quickly as it came.

"Where’s Mom?"

"In the kitchen making dinner. How was your day?"

My thoughts traveled back to lunch. Smiling, I responded "Oh…..same ol, same ol

Walking into the kitchen, I was a little taken back by what I saw. She was wearing a t-shirt that was gathered and tied just below her breasts and a familiar pair of sweat shorts. As I walked up behind her she was bending over looking into the window of the oven. She had picked out my very favorite pair of her sweat shorts to wear. The ones that ride halfway up her cheeks when she bends over (which is exactly why I like them) and usually stays like that when she straightens up. Hearing me come in behind her, she stood up and, much to my delight, the shorts did not disappoint me. Turning around to give me a hug, I reached around her and grabbed a cheek in each hand. Sliding my hands under the material, I found that she also had on something new. Apparently she had picked up a couple of new thongs at Fredrick’s. Stepping away from me and turning around, she grabbed the waistline of her shorts and pulled them down just far enough for me to see the white lace disappear between her cheeks.

"Very nice!" I said.

Turning back around, she untied the knot in her T-shirt and lifted it up for me to see her new very sexy and revealing bra that matched the thong. "You like? I bought them with YOU in mind."

"Oh, sure. ME in mind? I know who you have had on your mind." Giving her a grin to let her know that I was being sarcastic, I slapped her gently on her ass and gave her a brief kiss.

"Alright, what’s going on in here? I hate it when mom goes away for awhile. When she comes back home, you guys are all over each other for days." Daniel strolled into the kitchen and seated himself on one of the barstools at the counter. "God mom, are you hot or something? Could you have any less clothes on?" he said in his best Joey (from Friends) imitation.

"Well. I could have, but that will have to wait till tomorrow night. Today, you just get to look and use your imagination."

Daniel stole a puzzled look at me. To this point, he was unaware that any firm plans have been made.

"I’ll tell you later." I said as I winked at him. Turning to Heather I changed the subject….. "So, what’s for dinner."

"Pot roast. You’re favorite….."

"Yummy. " I said as Daniel and I returned to the living room.

I could see the excitement in Daniel. We had hardly moved out of earshot of Heather when he turned to me.

"Whassup!" He whispered, obviously overly excited .

"I was gonna tell you tonight…….. Oh well, I’ll tell you now. Remember I said I was going to have that talk with mom about you and the videos? Well, I had that talk. I hope you don’t have any plans for Saturday night. That’s all I’m gonna say."

"OH, RIGHT!!!! Don’t leave me hanging like this….. Tell me what’s going on."

"You’ll find out. Just be on your best behavior till then. I don’t want her getting upset at you for anything and spoiling the whole thing………….and believe me, you don’t want that either. Trust me…"

That’s all it took. Daniel was an angel over the next two days. I’ve never seen him so good. I even saw him doing homework. That was a first.

Saturday came none too soon. Heather woke me up at 6 am. "I can’t sleep. I’m too excited. What if he gets embarrassed? What if he can’t get it up? "

"Calm down. Number one, LOOK AT YOU. YOU’RE GORGEOUS. I think not getting it up is the last of your worries. As far as being embarrassed, I guess that’s possible…….but I guarantee it won’t last for long. Just chill out and go about your business like usual today. Everything will be fine."

"Yeah, right! Like usual, huh? You have got to be kidding."

"Tell you what. If you don’t calm down, you are liable to do something today to spoil it. You wouldn’t want that, would you?"

"You’re right, you’re right. I’ll just bury myself in my cleaning. Just like a normal Saturday."

"Yeah, that’s the ticket. Later on, we’ll lie by the pool and get some sun. That always relaxes you….especially after cleaning all morning. I’ve got to do some work in the yard and I’ll be ready for a dip in the pool later as well. Just try to stay focused. Daniel has a game today so he’ll be gone most of the day. That way you won’t have to keep looking at him."

"I know. Every time I look at him lately, I find my eyes drawn to his crotch. It’s embarrassing but I can’t help myself."

"Well, tonight should take care of all of it. Meanwhile, can we go back to sleep for a couple of hours. It is Saturday, you know."

"OK, ok." She leaned over and kissed me. "Are you sure you don’t want a little to start the day?"

Smiling, I said "Why don’t you save it for tonight."

"OK!" she said, pouting as she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

About an hour later, I gave up trying to sleep anymore. Between the vacuum cleaner and the stereo, it was a battle that I knew I wasn’t going to win. I got up, put on my Saturday ‘outside work’ clothes and headed outside to mow the yard.

Around lunchtime, Heather was done with her inside work and I was done with my outside work. She made lunch and we ate outside by the pool. She had changed, and was now wearing a new bright yellow bikini that showed much more than it covered, apparently another Fredrick’s purchase. After eating, we both decided to jump in for a quick dip (I know, we should have waited an hour……tough).

I really liked this new bikini on her. As soon as she got it wet, her dark areola and hard nipples were all but exposed for the world to see and when she turned away from me, the crack of her ass was perfectly visible through the sheer material. "Wow. That’s a keeper honey."

"You like?" she said as she turned and posed slightly for me.

"Oh, yeah! Can’t wait for our next trip to the beach. You’ll have em’ falling all over you."

"Especially when it’s wet."

It was very hard to keep my hands off of her. Speaking of hard, the front of my bathing suit was beginning to bulge.

We spent the next several hours lying in the sun and taking dips now and again. Around 5 o’clock Daniel appeared already suited up and ready for a swim.

"Hey guys. Y’all have a good day. House looks great, mom."

"Oh yeah, suck up to her." I teased.

"I’m hot as hell." He said as he headed to the water and jumped in. After swimming around for a few minutes he splashed water on us. "Come on in you guys. This feels great."

Heather got up and ran to the water, jumping in almost on top of Daniel. I was right behind her and as Daniel moved to avoid Heather, he looked up and found himself directly in the path of the geyser of water that was the result of my cannonball. "Get Him" I hollered at Heather and we both began chasing him around in the water.

I grabbed and held him and Heather went under the water and grabbed the waist of his suit and pulled. Off they came and she quickly swam towards the side of the pool, throwing his trunks towards the patio.

I laughed so hard I inadvertently loosened my grip and he got away. Immediately he headed towards Heather. Her attempt at running away from him in the water was comical. He was on her in a flash and he reached out and pulled on the bow at the back of her neck that was holding up her bikini top. "Two can play at that game."

The bikini top fell immediately, revealing Heather’s perfect breasts and erect nipples. She turned towards Daniel and began splashing water at him and laughing hysterically. Poor Daniel. I felt sorry for him, for he was a sitting duck. He couldn’t move. All he could do is stare. Finally, Heather stopped splashing him and the water calmed. Daniel’s eyes were glued to her dark, hard nipples. Her mouth curved upwards in an almost evil smile as she slowly approached him. "Touch them."

I thought to myself, "Well, this wasn’t exactly according to plan……………but I guess it will do."

 

 

END OF PART 2

 

 

 

 

“I won’t Mrs Howard; have a nice time.”

 

Mrs Howard kissed his cheek, momentarily showing most of her breasts in a tight cleavage, his eyes dropped to them as he blushed from her peck. She turned in a cloud of perfume and chiffon to open the door and escape to her date for tonight.

 

Robert closed the door behind her, waving as she stepped into the waiting cab. Babysitting was a regular thing between him and Jean. Since her decree absolute had been granted, she had taken up some evening class or another in the local school; Robert sat for her every Friday trying to entertain her lively young daughter and keep her out of trouble. Abby, a vivacious twelve-year old, was no real trouble, they had even become friends in a kind of way; he was only four years older than she after all and could remember the antics he got upto, giving the sitter a hard time. Wasn’t that what they were for anyway?

 

He had seen Mrs Howard through the lowest times during the past few years. The divorce had not been amicable in the slightest. The fight over Abby had gone to court, as had the bitter war over finances. Mrs Howard, or Jean as she preferred, had hit bottom, often crying spontaneously; Robert had witnessed some of those despairing moments and, in his young inexperienced way, tried to be a friend, an ear for her to pour out her heart to.

 

The television was on when he came into the lounge. Abby had put a DVD in, Harry Potter, one of her favourites. She was curled up on a sofa, dressed in her nightie, ready for bed promptly at nine according to mummy, but somehow, was always extended for half an hour, sometimes even a little more.

 

“Do you want a drink?” Robert asked her and got a shake of the head by way of answer. He sat next to her to watch the film, probably for the third time.

 

Some way into it, a holistic dragon leaps almost from the screen; it always makes Abby jump, even though she knows the plot inside out. It is a ploy she had used on a few occasions now, knowing that, if she feigned fright, Bobby would put his arm around her to hold her body close to him; exactly the reason for the choice of film.

 

Predictably, he did just that, throwing a protective arm around her shoulder; he drew her closer to him. She nestled, feeling his warmth through his tee shirt and cuddled him around his stomach, her head resting against his torso.

 

It was no accident that her hand strayed to his groin. Abby wanted to feel his cock, even through his jeans; her imagination had her unzipping him so that she could grasp him in her small hand, his bulbous head, purple in colour, poking through her fist. He shifted a little, sitting up a bit so that her head lay in his lap. Robert had no idea what was on Abby’s mind until her fingers so carefully and deftly found the tab of his jeans. She had managed to pull his fly open without his knowledge until her fingers quested under the denim fabric. He almost shot up to a standing position, which would have thrown her full length onto the floor, but instead, she pushed herself up, using the hand still placed on his cock to lever herself into a kneeling position beside him.

 

“Can I see it Bobby?” Her saucer sized eyes looked directly into his with an expression that had almost always twisted her father around her finger before daddy left for good.

 

“No Abby, you can’t, it’s private.” She noticed he hadn’t lifted her hand away. She could feel his dick under the cloth of his underpants, her fingers closed around the girth of him, outlining his dick in cotton relief.

 

Half kneeling, she took no notice of his words, but full advantage of his momentary incapacity. In the time it took to blink, she had hooked a finger under the elasticated band of his shorts and pulled. His semi-hard cock was revealed. She grasped him, her fingers closing around him, only just meeting in a vice like ‘O’. He gasped and feebly tried to push her off of him, but the action only made her grasp tighter, concentrating all of his attention to where her hold on him was. He was in a precarious situation with his most delicate parts vulnerable in her grip.

 

She looked deep and directly into his eyes, he looked like a rabbit, caught in the glare of a pair of on-rushing headlamps.

 

“Abby…” He was gong to protest, but with the quickness of youth, she had ducked her head and planted a kiss on his cock head; the shock of what she had done, disabled his function of speech completely. Her lips parted, she took him in her mouth and suckled on him, using her tongue to trap his cock head against the ridged roof of her mouth. His traitorous cock sprang to life instantly, threatening to explode there and then.

 

Somehow, he managed to gather enough wits to gently lift Abby’s head so that her mouth was no longer likely to get flooded with his come. The memory of the warmth of her mouth lingered. Her hand still grasped him; he really was in desperate straights and clear thinking was something that eluded him at this precarious moment.

 

“Abby, this is wrong, you’re only twelve, and I’m a lot older.” Again, Abby ignored him, deigning not to answer, but instead, twisted around, straddled him and then sat down with a plop on his lap facing him. She had managed to keep hold of his cock, positioning him at the entrance of her down covered cunt until her downward momentum, forced his length into her body. Although she was tight, virginally tight, his cock wasn’t the first thing to have found its way into her little twat. Abby had had designs on Bobby for a while, since she became aware of the pleasure she could contrive from rubbing herself with a fingertip. Secretly, in the evenings after bedtime or in the shower, she had been practicing for this eventuality with her mother’s soft rubber dildo, fucking it into her, just as she had silently witnessed her mummy do in private moments when she was supposed to be in bed asleep. It had hurt at first, but the more she practiced, the easier it got. Her climaxes had hit a peak when she found the pleasures of her clit. Rubbing that hard little bead while ramming the bendy dildo into her twat; brought her off in no time flat and all the while, imagining Bobby’s cock pounding into her instead of a shocking pink coloured rubber dong.

 

She bounced up and down, using her knees either side of his slim waist. The feelings she received were confusing to her; the thrill of having successfully mounted the object of her desire was great, her body was responding in a much more aggressive and demanding way than when she had wormed the dildo into her, but his reaction was not what she had expected.

 

Instead of pounding into her as Uncle Keith had done to mummy many times, Bobby was just sitting still, dumbstruck and immobile. She stopped bouncing, sat down on him, successfully burying his shaft to the hilt and looked in earnest into his eyes. She couldn’t help tearing a little.

 

“Don’t you like me?” She asked, fearing the answer.

 

“Yes of course I like you; it isn’t that, just that, well, what we are doing here is totally wrong. I’m supposed to be looking after you, not making out.” He realised that his cock was still deep inside her; an involuntary twitch almost had him shooting his load. He was just as confused as Abby, at one level he was horrified at the position he was in, but at a more fundamental level, his cherry was being popped and it felt pretty damned good.

 

She burst into tears, her hands covering her face, wracking sobs caused her shoulders to bob, sending a tremor through her body to be transmitted straight to his dick still inside her and very much ready for unloading. He grasped her shoulders, as much to stop the feelings her movements were doing to his testicles, as to try and pacify the poor girl.

 

“Abby, I do like you; I like you a lot, but…”

 

“But, not enough...” She interrupted him. “…Not enough to want to screw me anyway.” A word she had heard her mother use on occasion while her uncle was ramming his cock into her. She went into another paroxysm of sobbing, the pressure was becoming too much for Bobby to bear; he was so close to coming that it was painful. Her words surprised him, even stung, because he did think an awful lot of this little girl. Her next words though, threw him into a complete panic.

 

“I’m telling.” She announced as she got off of his rock hard erection and cruelly slapped his dick with an open hand. Two things happened in very quick succession; Robert jumped up from the sofa as if his tail was on fire, pain galvanized him unto action and Abby ran, screaming blue murder, from the room, heading for the sanctuary of her bedroom.

 

It took him a few minutes to calm down sufficiently and get his throbbing cock back where it belonged, in the safety of his jeans, to be able to follow her. He was very worried now, not sure if Abby would in fact, tell her mother, but fearing she might say something on the lines of ‘Bobby touched me’ and the whole heap of pain that that would bring on. He knocked softly at her door hearing her sobs muffled. She didn’t answer so he knocked a little harder, using his knuckles.

 

He heard her answering, “What?” distortedly through the panelled door.

 

“Can I come in?” She didn’t answer. “Abby, can I come in please?” She still didn’t answer him so he tried the handle, it was not locked, the door swung open.

 

She had thrown herself on top of the bed, burying her head in a pink covered pillow. Her nightdress had ridden up to reveal her narrow buttocks, stark white in contrast to her sun-tanned legs. Robert tried not to look, but her position meant that this was the first thing his eyes landed on and, even in the position he was in now, male hormones are not interested in moral dilemmas.

 

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her nightdress down so that the distraction of her smooth skin didn’t sway him off track. He needed to know what she would say, if anything, to her mother and, if he could, dissuade her from telling. He stroked her hair in a soothing touch. She had stopped crying, just sniffed into her pillow, staying flat on her stomach.

 

“Abby, we have to talk.” She made no move to indicate that she was listening to him.

 

“Abby, I think you are lovely, I mean, you are a fantastic girl, pretty, attractive and all that, but…” She spun up from the pillow into a kneeling position next to him so fast that he didn’t finish what he was going to say.

 

“You think I’m Lovely?” She cocked her head and looked at him askance from underneath her eyelashes. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

 

“Yes Abby, I think you are very pretty.” He wasn’t sure where this was going, but it was better than her crying.

 

She fluttered her eyes and asked, “Do you think I’m beautiful? Daddy called me his princess. I miss my Daddy.” The floodgates opened again as soon as the words left her lips, he held her while her slim shoulders shook as wracking sob after sob tore through her. He was at something of a loss as to what to do, so he did nothing other than hold her and stroke her hair. Gradually, she calmed again.

 

As with the wind and it’s fickle intention, her direction changed. “I’ve watched mummy and Uncle Keith; I know what to do you know and I’ve been practising; wanna see?” Without waiting for his answer, she spun from his side and jumped off the bed. He caught a glimpse of her hairless fanny momentarily. She ran from the room and was back in less than a few seconds. In her hand was a shocking pink dildo, obviously filched from her mother’s bedroom.

 

She dived, head first onto the bed and had her nightdress pulled up in less time than it takes to blink. Before Robert had time to react, she had flipped over onto her back, legs spread impossibly wide and the end of the shocking pink coloured dildo, disappearing into her tight little hairless twat.

 

Transfixed, he watched as she forced the thick rubber dong into her self and then began to fuck it into her body, using a good five or six inches of the foot long monster. She gripped it with one hand and rubbed her little clit with the fingertips of the other. At one and the same time, he thought that what he was seeing was the most troublesome, but the most erotic thing he had every witnessed. Pretty shortly, her back was arching as the dildo was getting rammed into her in a blur of motion, fingers furiously twiddled her pronounced clit until she cried out, collapsing in a quivering heap, the glistening dildo still inside her; fingers still as she calmed from her climax.

 

“See.” She said breathlessly, “I have been practising and guess who I think about while I’m doing it?”

 

She sat up, bending the dildo almost double where it was half in and half out. A stray thought passed through his mind, that that had to be uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her nightdress was pulled over her head while she sat on the dildo, facing him.

 

Fascinated and worried at the same time, Robert stared at her underdeveloped breasts; only in the first flush of budding. She traced his eye line.

 

“They will grow; I hope they aren’t too big when I’m grown up.” She, matter of factly announced, as if the scenario they were currently in were an every day occurrence.

 

She leant forward, bending the dildo even more, and kissed Robert’s lips; smiling as she did so. Automatically, his arms went around her slim frame, pulling her into him.

 

“Hang on.” She unfolded her legs and pulled the dildo from her body. He couldn’t miss the wetness of it. She laid it on top of the duvet then, turned back to Robert, grasping his hand and placing it on her reddened cunt lips. He made to pull his hand away, but she covered his fingers and forced one into her.

 

“Oh Bobby; how I have dreamed of this.”  She was still kneeling, facing him, her arms now around his neck. She drew him to her and kissed his mouth, pushing her small tongue between his lips. Her body felt hot to his touch, smooth, but the heat from her little twat, now resting in the palm of his hand while a finger explored her insides, was radiating out like a small furnace.

 

“Put the dildo in please?” She whispered into his ear; “Fuck me with it.”

 

As if having no will of his own, Robert reached out and caught hold of the dildo; it felt huge in his hand. She knelt up allowing him to pass it around the back of her, into his otherwise occupied hand to enter her from under. She sat down on it, back into an upright kneeling position. Still clasping his neck, she started riding the dildo while he held it upright. Her breath rattled in his ear as the effort told on her. Suddenly, his hand holding the pink monster was covered in girl jizz as her cum flooded around its girth. Shakily, she stood up on rubbery knees leaving his slick covered hand holding the dildo behind.

 

In his sitting position, her hairless little twat with its perfect fold was at eye level. He could smell her sex; the aroma of her juices invaded his nose. He dropped the dildo and pushed his hand between her legs until a lone finger entered her sex. He frigged her slowly, hooking his finger so that her little clit was pushed out and forward. He pulled her towards his face and licked her as his finger worked inside. She grasped his hair at the back of his head, pushing him into her cunt.

 

Again, she flooded; her juices ran down his hand and wrist. She gasped as if short of breath.

 

“Your turn!” She said as her legs buckled under her. She pulled at his zipper and yanked his jeans down with his help. His cock, although still sheathed in his boxer shorts, was prominent in its hardness. His jeans hit the floor, discarded, and then his shorts joined them along with his shirt.

 

She pushed him back gently and sat astride his body. The heat from her sex was like a small furnace on his stomach. Abby ran her hands over his chest as if she was giving him a massage; tracing circles while her twat rubbed against his body. She knelt up and shuffled down and then grasped his twitching cock. He supported his head on a couple of pillows so that he could watch her; all thoughts of stopping this had gone with his clothes, he was completely taken up with the run of events.

 

Slowly, she bent her body to bring her mouth into position; her tongue flicked out, licking the very end of his throbbing dick; a thin string of pre-cum connected them between cock head and her bottom lip.

 

He saw her smile, a curl of her lips as she lowered her face once more to take him between her lips and into her hot little mouth. She sucked hard, drawing even more blood into his bell-end, then, released the pressure of vacuum to begin stroking his length with her hand while holding him in her mouth.

 

He couldn’t take very much more of what her mouth and hand was doing. “Abby, stop please, otherwise it will be over too quickly.”

 

She said nothing, but spun around so that her back faced him, then she shuffled back and sat on his face, her knees spread wide. He tasted her cum from earlier as his tongue darted into her slit. It was as if she had been electrified, as soon as his tongue found her hard little clit, she began to rock and rub herself on him in a rapid pelvic rock, his nose getting forced into her little twat while his tongue concentrated on her nub. Suddenly, she stiffened and then spurted her girl cream into his mouth and nose while she whimpered and whined in a high-pitched voice he didn’t recognise as hers.

 

Bonelessly, she collapsed on top of him to regain her senses. After a few minutes, the quivering lessened to something manageable. She climbed off of him, only to turn around and stand with her feet either side of his body. Abby transfixed his eyes with an intensity of her own eyes, then, once she had his full attention, she slowly began to bend her knees, lowering her self until she had his cock at the entrance of her cunt. She poised for an agonising second or two, then, continued her downward progression, sinking him into her until her whole weight was centred on his cock.

 

Robert grasped her slim buttocks and lifted her easily, only to let her down again. He fucked into her as carefully and gently as he could, but the pressure and need to come was becoming extremely urgent. Gradually he increased the pace, Abby helped, placing her palms on his chest and lifting in time with Robert.

 

He felt his balls clench, the pressure had built to a point where he could no longer hold on. His come shot from him, splashing over her insides, filling her young cunt with his seed. Pulse after pulse left him, he cried out in release; Abby cried out in the same release and the realisation of her dream. At last, Bobby had fucked her, filling her belly with his milk. It might have only lasted for a few minutes, but was no less delicious in its intensity.

 

Her hand passed under her. She hooked a couple of fingers, feeling his cock inside of her tight cunt. Then she pulled them back out, covered in his and her come. Mischievously, she licked her fingers one at a time while she smiled her gratitude.

 

After staying inside her until his dick softened, Robert got up from the bed to go to the toilet. By the time he had washed him self off and returned, Abby was curled up under the duvet, fast asleep. He dressed and made sure she was covered properly.

 

His next couple of hours were spent in front of the television. It played to its self while he thought about what had happened. He knew it was all wrong and he was in deep trouble, but Abby had had him at a disadvantage; if she cried rape to her mother, he would be sunk, possibly goaled, but whatever, in a whole heap of trouble. His thoughts were interrupted when Mrs Howard quietly opened the front door. She was back from her night out much earlier than expected.

 

Immediately, he knew that she had been crying; her make-up had run in black lines down her face, her clothes were dishevelled and a mess.

 

“Oh Bobby,” She broke down in floods of tears as the door clicked shut behind her. She ran across the hall and threw herself into his arms. She sobbed, deep-wracking sobs of utter desolation, soaking his shoulder as her tears collected in his tee shirt, staining it beyond redemption. He held her close, his arms around her slim waist, then stroking her hair to try to soothe her. Gradually, her sobbing subsided.

 

Somehow, and he didn’t really have a clear recollection of exactly how it happened; they were naked in her bed.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Mrs Howard’s evening out had been a disaster. As so often happens when work colleagues go out, away from their normal environment, a different side of their personality often becomes prominent. David, who was fairly high in accounts, had turned from an essentially nice guy in his office persona, to a sexual predator when the shackles of office politics were removed.

 

Dinner had been okay. The Italian restaurant had been a little overpriced, but the food and service had made up for the cost. Initially, David had been the perfect companion, holding the door open for her and seating her at their table as a gentleman would. He had even consulted her on the choice of wine to accompany their food and chatted about general topics while they ate. But, afterwards, after the bill was paid and they had left the restaurant and walked for a while along the embankment of the city’s river, under the festoon lighting, his manner changed. As if a switch were turned on, his sexual predation swung into action.

 

They had sat on one of the many benches that lined the path and continued to chat about themselves, illuminated by the moon and the lighting. Suddenly, his words dried up, his mouth sought hers while his hands pulled at her clothing, mauling at her breasts and trying to part her knees. Did he expect that she would engage in a coupling here and now, in full view of the other couples that traversed the path? Was the man mad?

 

Her gentle refusal to allow his fumbling hands access to her body produced a violent reaction. Suddenly, his mood changed yet again, to anger, even to rage. He viciously hissed at her, reminding her that he had paid for dinner. Her retort, “Do you see that as payment for sex,” earned a sharp, backhanded slap to her face. He then, spun on his heel and left her there without looking back, miles from anywhere in the darkness of the park. He left her, almost running to be away from a failed encounter. Her revenge needed to be planned, but revenge she would have when she returned to her part-time job.

 

Eventually, she found her way out of the riverside park and hailed a cab. Robert, standing at the foot of the stairs, just inside her street door, was the first friendly face she had seen since, wordlessly, she had taken his hand and led him upstairs to her bed. She needed the comfort of a warm body next to her; she needed desperately to be held and soothed, but more, she needed to have a man inside of her to release the pent up fury, loneliness and frustration that threatened to overcome her completely. Her actions were unthinking, raw emotion commanded and demanded that she obtain a release, like any animal, living on nerves and instinct, Robert was the valve to allow her to vent her hurt and bruised self esteem.

 

She didn’t remove her make up, but left it smeared and streaked across her face, her clothes, usually carefully folded and put away, hit the floor in a desperate, untidy heap. Her panties and hose fell around her ankles just a second before she grabbed the bemused boy by his upper arm and pulled him to her on the bed.

 

She attacked him using her lips, mouth arms and legs. Her teeth nipped at his skin while she raked his flesh, leaving red welts in parallel lines over his chest. Then she had his cock in her mouth, sucking him with a wild abandon, her fist wrapped around his root, squeezing and coaxing him to erection. Frenetically, she forced him to the back of her throat until a gag reaction stopped her going any further, then, just as frenetically, she sucked him and fucked his hardening cock between her lips as if she couldn’t wait for him to give her his seed to swallow.

 

Robert didn’t quite know what to do. He lay on his back, smarting from the wheals she had raised on his chest, but also not knowing what was expected of him. At first, he lay stiff, with his arms beside him, knees straight while she abused his dick with her insistent mouth. His nerves and confusion about what was happening prevented him from really engaging in the act. But, then blood and nervous synapse took control of his responses, his knees came up, effectively parting his legs and giving her full access to his groin, his hands, as if of their own volition, ran through her auburn tresses, massaging her scalp and urging her on to take him to completion.

 

His earlier exploits meant that he was able to hold on to the moment of orgasm, but her wild ministrations were getting him rapidly to the point of shooting his load, his thighs clamped and thrust, while his buttocks squeezed together, forcing his hips up. She must have realised at some fundamental level, that he was getting close because she suddenly stopped sucking him and grasped his root firmly while she scooted up and sat astride him, guiding his throbbing phallus into her warm and wanting cunt.

 

She sunk down on him, burying his cock deep inside of her body. Then, she began a pelvic rock that rubbed her clit between his pubic bone and her own, creating a delicious friction that soon had her gasping.

 

Robert looked up at her, noticing that she had her eyes closed and her head thrown slightly back, exposing her throat with veins pronounced under the stretched skin. A brown mole between her tits that had been a beacon in his adolescent years drew his notice, which then, took in her swaying breasts. Her nipples, hard and effused, pointed at him, silently begging him to touch and fondle them. He obliged, taking both at the same time between thumb and forefinger and gently pulling on them. The effect was immediate, she stopped the pelvic rocking and started to fuck him properly, lifting and then plunging down to take him to her very soul inside of her.

 

The pace quickened, becoming more urgent as her climax approached. She supported herself with one hand braced on his chest; the other slid between her parted legs and viciously pulled and pinched at her clit, desperately bringing the onrush of climax.

 

Robert’s cock was rigid with blood, pulsing with need and getting ever closer to exploding inside the object of his young wet dreams. She was now getting very close as well, the combination of her fucking him, her fingers tormenting her most sensitive nub and his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples, was taking her to that most special place of total orgasm, when the nerves jangle, bodies lose fluid in a violent reaction to the sensory overload and coherent thought is impossible.

 

Her teeth gritted in a primal grin, her breath escaping between parted lips and then she came, throwing her head back as wave over wave of pleasure overcame her. Her sweet orgasm flooded and soaking his groin as the last throws of her movement allowed her essence to escape around his cock. Sated, she sat astride him, feeling his twitching deep inside, nudging her womb entrance. Then, Robert involuntarily thrust upwards, driving him deeper still. His hot come spurted, then spurted again as his cock pulsed. She felt every throb as he emptied into her chamber and delighted as he emptied his spend.

 

She disengaged and climbed off of him to lie alongside his prone body and nestled against his cheek, whispering, “thank you.” Her head rested on his chest and in a few seconds was breathing deeply, asleep, contented and sated in his arms.

 

Unseen and silent, a figure moved away from the slightly open door to return to her bedroom, a secret smile playing over her mouth.

 

Robert waited until she had rolled away into a foetal position, her back to him, before he slid out of bed, found his clothes and quietly left the house to the sanctuary of his own bed, a few houses away.

 

The next morning, after he slept like a dead man, his mother roughly woke him telling him he had a call. Bleary eyed, he stumbled down the stairs and picked up the receiver off the wall.

 

“Hello.”

 

“Robert? It’s Mrs Howard, we need to talk, come over in an hour. Abby will be at school.” She hung up without waiting for an answer.

 

The time passed with him pacing the floor of his room. Had Abby told her mother what had happened? How much trouble was he in? He fretted and watched the clock as an hour trickled away at the pace of what seemed like minute long seconds.

 

He watched the school bus drive away from the vantage of his bedroom window, then, almost tore the back door off its hinges as he rushed out to confront her.

 

She was waiting for him, the door open and a look that that might strip wallpaper on her face. His heart sunk as his bottom lip began to be bitten in his habitual way when he was anxious. She stepped aside to let him in, then, closed the door with a click. Her house-coat swishing as she spun around to confront him.

 

Without preamble, she launched straight into what she had to say, not even taking him into the sitting room, but rather letting fly at the foot of the stairs in the hall.

 

“What happened yesterday was all wrong; totally wrong Robert.”

 

Robert hung his head and mumbled that he was sorry.

 

“What did you say?” She had her arms akimbo, staring him down.

 

“I said I’m sorry.” He kept his eyes down. “I know it shouldn’t have happened, I’m responsible and I am sorry.”

 

“What have you got to be sorry about you silly bugger?” Her manner was aggressive, borne out of a defensive position. She walked into the sitting room, not looking to see if he was following. “It’s me who should be saying sorry so keep quiet while I get this off my chest; Sit.” She pointed to the settee.

 

Robert was confused, he thought that she had found out about what he and Abby had been up to, but instead, she was making the all the wrong noises for someone who was about to chew him out for fucking her daughter and the expected fury that that would prompt. He slumped into the settee nervously; waiting for her to say whatever it was she had to say.

 

“What happened last night was a mistake Robert and cannot happen again. I took advantage of you and I am sorry.” She sat on the edge of an opposing settee, clasping her hands together between closely shut knees. Her eyes carried a forlorn message of hopelessness, “I was upset when I got back....” Her tone softened; “…and I needed… something; a hug… someone to hold… I don’t know, but what I did to you was unforgivable. You have been a real friend to Abby, and me; I trust you and betrayed that trust in a moment of weakness. Please forgive me?” She looked at him, imploring his understanding silently now that the first rush of words was out.

 

Robert remained quiet for a moment, trying to organise his thoughts and not say the first thing that came into his head. This was one of those rare moments when emotions and truth all come together, a moment when nerves are raw an open to the slightest dent or wound, a moment when the wrong word could ruin everything forever. He wanted to tell her how much he had dreamed of exactly what happened last night; he wanted to tell her that it had been the culmination of wishes, so long in the making. It was also a moment for soul bearing, but he thought to keep his experience with Abby a secret, knowing that Jean would not understand or accept it in any way.

 

“I wanted it to happen…” he began; “…I have wanted for us to be together for so long, ever since Mr Howard left. I have dreamed of a night like last night and it came true at last, so you have nothing to be sorry for. You needed a friend and I was able and more than willing to be that friend; I will be happy to keep on being that friend, for as long as you want me.” He looked at her, staring at the top of her bowed head, willing her to look up into his eyes so that she could see the truth of what he was saying and how much he really wanted it to be. Her shoulders gently shook, her silent crying became obvious to him after a few seconds; Robert thought his heart would break. Without thinking, he jumped up from the settee to sit beside her and threw his arm around her heaving shoulders. His selfless action opened the floodgates; she sobbed like a child, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked; she buried her face in the crook of his neck as he gently rocked her and patted her back in a futile attempt to stem the flow of tears.

 

When, after a little while, her sobs lessened, he cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, turning her to face him. He kissed her lips lightly, then, kissed her eyelids, tasting the salt of her tears. He wiped at her cheeks as she sat, still in the embrace of his arm as if she were the younger one of the two. Then, he kissed her again, feeling the warmth of her lips and the sweetness of her breath. For him, it was a moment of pure love, his heart aching at her obvious pain and wanting to take it all away if he could. Her lips parted in response to his kiss; what had been a chaste touch of lips, was now, becoming something else entirely.

 

She swivelled on the edge of the settee, knocking her knee against his and turned her body toward him. Her arms encircled his neck, drawing him into her, pulling him close so that her breasts squashed against his chest. He clasped her, feeling each breath as it was drawn into her lungs; her heart as it hammered against her ribs as if to break out. Her tongue snaked out, between his teeth in an exploratory search, he responded in kind, tasting the sugar of her morning coffee on her tongue.

 

“I have been so lonely.” She whispered into his mouth. “Take me to bed?”

 

Robert broke the embrace and kiss to stand up. He offered his hand, pulling her up when she took it. Silently, he led her up the staircase with its white balusters and stained handrail and then into her bedroom. The bed was unmade the sheets in an untidy mess, the duvet scrunched up to one side and the pillows bunched into crescent shapes where her head had been.

 

Wordlessly, he turned her around to face him guiding her by the shoulders, then, gently pushing her backwards so that she sat on the edge of the bed. He untied the ribbon bows of her housecoat one at a time, starting at the nearest to her throat and working downwards to reveal her lilac silky chemise underneath. He slipped the robe off of her shoulders and kissed each of them as she sat there immobile, her arms hanging at her sides. Then, he slipped the thin straps of the silky garment off of her shoulders; it was loose enough to pass over her breasts with a little help from him. They bounced slightly as the fabric passed over her nipples. She continued to sit, transfixed, her breasts bare to his gaze, the chemise bunched around her hips and her housecoat a crumpled heap behind her.

 

Robert thought that he had never seen a sight like it before.

 

He knelt, cupping one breast and mouthing the other, drawing her nipple between his teeth. She shivered slightly as the electrical touch evinced a reaction. She shook her arms out of the thin loops of her chemise and held his tousled head, enjoying the feel of his warm mouth as it suckled on her teat. A familiar fire began in her belly, spreading out to engulf her. It had been so long since a man had stoked that particular flame, it was a familiar tension deep inside her belly, but had almost been extinguished since her husband had left. The few occasions she had taken her brother-in-law to bed had never pricked the insular wall she had built around her loneliness or inner self. Her juices flowed unnoticed, lubricating and preparing her sex for his entry, it was a delicious feeling, and she gave herself to the abandon of sex.

 

Jean lay back over the discarded clothing on the bed, drawing her breast away from him, but exposing her whole body to his gaze. Although she was almost twice his age, she had remained trim, having regained her figure after Abby’s birth. Her tits were slightly on the small size, a reasonable B cup, but adequate she thought. Her stomach had flattened with the exercises she had religiously done to tone up; her legs, she thought to be her best feature, were long and toned with the remnants of summer sun still remaining as a light tan to her skin.

 

He remained kneeling between her legs that dangled over the edge of the bed. Slowly, his hands covered her knees then, slowly travelling up in parallel lines, over her thighs, meeting at her mons, then, over her stomach in a delicate touch that had her tingling in anticipation. They continued up until at last, grasping her breasts with his thumbs rubbing her already hardened nipples. The whole movement was languid and sensual, almost like a gentle massage. Her desire rose as the heat in her belly increased in intensity.

 

Then, she sighed as his lips found her moistened cleft. His tongue darted out, parting her lips to find her clit. Her pubic hair, kept short, but still giving a full cover, tickled his nose; he ignored it as her taste and smell overtook his sinuses. The first touch of her clit on his tongue brought forth a squeal and a yip of electric tension from her. Jean’s legs drew up and spread to allow him full access to her most sensitive nerve centre.

 

The tip of his nose replaced his tongue, rubbing against her excited clit as he pushed the organ into her cunt to get the whole of her taste over his waiting buds. He tongue fucked her slowly, squashing his nose against her pubic bone, trapping her clit and causing a friction, delicious in the heat until she moaned and shuddered through a mini orgasm. Her essence trickled in a slick stream; he loved her taste and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life doing just this, knowing that it brought her pleasure and delighting in his ability to please her so. Pretty soon though, the friction became uncomfortable for both of them, it was time for him to make love to her, to enter into her golden box and savour the delights of passion, so often dreamt of.

 

He stood and grasped her bent knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. His rigid cock quested for her sex, but slid over her clit at his first attempt to enter her body. Jean gently grasped his manhood and guided him to her waiting cunt. Robert shuffled forward, feeling the bottom of the bed rest against the bridges of his feet, then, with a pelvic thrust; his cock entered her warmth until the whole length was buried inside of her. She raised her legs and brought them closer to rest on his shoulders but allowing her enough space between to be able to rub her clit as his insistent thrusting brought her to another, more fulfilling climax. She came in a gush, soaking the bedclothes and the floor at his feet.

 

Robert’s cock ached for his release; the pressure had built to an intolerable level, holding on was not going to be an option for very much longer. His groin tightened while his balls produced seminal fluids and spermatozoa that would soon be flooding into her warm and willing womb. Then, his climax rushed upwards, amalgamating in confusion of orgasm. He sprayed his come against the walls of her cunt, spurt after spurt ejected from him as his thrusts became suddenly jerky and uncoordinated and his knees looked to be on the point of collapse.

 

He disengaged from her to lie alongside, facing her still heaving body where her breath was being drawn in ragged gasps. He threw an arm over her, cupping the opposing breast and would have fallen into a deep sated sleep were it not for her need to say something.

 

“Robert… that was… Oh! Never mind.” Apart from breathing, she seemed to be having a problem with what it was she wanted to say.

 

“What Jean? What was it?” He urged her.

 

“You have no idea how I needed that,” She said at last, “but it was so wrong.”

 

“Did it feel wrong?” He asked, knowing what her body had told him.

 

“It felt wonderful.” She snuggled against his sweat soaked skin. “It felt wonderful and exciting and I am so fucked.” She scooted across the bed so her legs were no longer dangling over the side. Robert shifted with her then held her as she curled into a foetal ball with her ass pointing towards him.

 

“How was it wrong?” He persisted. “Do you mean the age thing? Or is that you see me as something less than a man?”

 

“No not that… well perhaps because you are almost half my age, but you have been coming here baby-sitting for a few years now, I have watched you grow from a gawky kid into a fine young man. You should be out with a nice young girl your own age, not fucking some old desperate divorcee who should know better.” There, she had said what she meant to say a few minutes ago, but it didn’t make her feel any better about what was happening. She did like the feel of his arms around her and the warmth from his stomach where her ass was pressed into it.

 

“I told you, I have dreamt of this for so long now I can’t remember when it began. Laying here with you, is truly a dream come true for me, I can’t believe it has happened and I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here right now.” He was rewarded with a grunt; Jean was rapidly falling into a contented sleep, sated and replete in his arms. He slept too; all thoughts of Abby erased from his mind.

 

Later, sometime around noon, she woke and was disorientated for a few seconds, finding another in her bed where, she was used to feeling nothing but a vacant space. Then the memory flooded back as he stirred. Her thoughts raced around in her head. Was it possible? Could it be? What about the neighbours? What would her ex-husband have to say, especially where the custody battle had only just been completed? What would his parent have to say about it? So many questions danced across her mind, raising more questions in their wake, but the prevailing question was the age difference; he is only sixteen and I’m thirty almost. It is impossible; or is it? The fact that she had become a mother at his age had little to do with her thinking, just that, perhaps in a few years time, or even sooner, he would tire of her and she would be alone again. Could she compete against younger girls? Could she handle that or the accusing fingers or scorn from the neighbours. And so the endless warring questions criss-crossed her mind, tying her up in knots of doubt. The more she thought about it though, the more she was persuading herself that it could never work and that, if she had any feelings for him, she would let him go to find an attractive girl, more suited to his age.

 

Then, each and every one of those thoughts dissipated into so much ethereal smoke when his vivid blue eyes opened and he smiled at her as she came into focus. Without hesitation, Robert kissed her mouth, pulling her to him and, as if nothing had happened an hour or so earlier, the fires of passion immediately were stoked into life. His cock hardened and pointed at her as if to say, you are mine.

 

She took him in her mouth, bringing him to the point of climax, then Crying, “Oh God!” as he slowly fucked her. Her worries flew away with each stroke until she was left with nothing but sheer instinct in the act of procreation.

 

The day continued with them in bed, alternately snoozing and fucking each other in a variety of ways, using whatever came to mind, mouths, hands and tongues. Jean thought that the highs this young man was taking her too had been a place never to be visited ever again after her separation and divorce. Robert seemed to know instinctively, exactly where and how to touch her in order to bring her to a plateau, she hadn’t needed to direct him very much, but in those few instructions she had given, the reward was far more than she could have expected. He was a fast learner and seemed to have an unlimited and inexhaustible amount of stamina.

 

For Robert, what had happened and was happening by the minute only reinforced the love he had for her. He hoped that she might fall in love with him in the passage of time. Already, he had differentiated between love and lust, a rare thing in one so young.

 

Later, when both of their desires were more than satisfied, they talked, making wild plans, but realising that, for the moment, Robert needed to stay at home, finish his studies then, if they still wanted each other, make their partnership a more permanent thing. In the meantime, they could share a secret sexual liaison.

 

He showered at last, cleaning of the smell of their combined essences before heading for home and the chance to reflect on a turn of events far beyond his wildest dreams.

 

His first night staying over in Jean’s bed was to open a can of worms, but that was in the future and still, Abby was far from his thoughts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

The long hot summer waxed into autumn and then, in turn, to winter. Both Robert and Abby celebrated birthdays with the passing of gifts and then more gifts as Christmas came and went.

 

Abby was cast as a shepherd in the nativity play at school. Jean and Robert laughed with the rest of the audience when baby Jesus landed on his head with a loud thud and Mary wore a mortified expression that was a classic picture and then again, when one of the wise men forgot his lines, to be reminded by a rather loud stage whisper from the wings.

 

Christmas had been hard for Abby. Her father might have left home, but it seemed that he had also left her as well as her mother. His card had a cheque for one hundred pounds, but nothing else. No words of love or that he was missing her or even an invitation to come and see him in his new house. In her mind and with the astuteness of a young girl, the money was by way of absolution for his conscience. In that one thoughtless act, he had alienated his daughter beyond repair. She was not likely to forgive the latest and greatest betrayal.

 

Jean had noticed a change in Abby. She had always been a little dizzy and somewhat clumsy and loud, but she had suddenly become much more self-assured, displaying a quietude of manner, as if she were carrying a secret. Abby also displayed rather more affection toward Jean with impromptu hugs and consideration of her space. Jean found herself liking Abby more, she loved her of course, as a mother does her child, but at another level, they were becoming friends who shared little moments, a kindred closeness. Jean thought that it might be the result of her father leaving home, perhaps a basic need to know that at least one of her parents was a constant in her life, so, didn’t question it, just enjoyed the bond they were developing.

 

Abby herself, was quite content. She had achieved her goal in seducing Robert. She would have liked to visit that special place again, but it pleased her that her mother and Robert were involved. She liked how her mum bounced around and became more like a girl, she liked that Robert was around occasionally and thought that perhaps, she might get another chance with him sometime, but was in no hurry and really didn’t want to spoil her mother’s secret or happiness. In seducing Robert, she had stepped over a threshold, had experienced that which her fantasies had promoted to an elevation far beyond the event, and, in a moment of maturity, way beyond her years, knew that she would one day, reach that goal of sexual summit again, but only when she was ready and rather more well equipped to handle it.

 

Robert’s exam result arrived. They were not brilliant, but good enough to take him to college where he wanted to study physical education. He was better than okay at most sports, but liked the idea of teaching it. To do that, he needed at least to obtain a degree in sport. He also needed to take higher exams in English and Math. September saw him embark on a path that he hoped would shape his future career and lead on to a teaching degree.

 

Jean also was progressing in her job. The chance to increase her hours had come at just the right time, allowing for a better Christmas with the extra income. It suited her needs and still allowed her to be home in time for Abby’s return from school. Her revenge over David came from an unexpected quarter. Imelda, a fairly new receptionist, very publicly and very loudly announced that it would be a cold day in hell before she went out with such an animal like him. Then, went on to inform everyone who was interested, that he had left a defenceless woman in the middle of London when she refused him sex. Although she didn’t mention Jean by name, it was common knowledge, at least amongst the women in the office and then, by most of everyone else. Many eyes turned to Jean who was sitting quietly, watching the interaction. By implication, it was accepted that she had been the victim of this predator. David’s humiliation was total and complete. Wordlessly, his face florid in embarrassment, he fled the office and found another job a week or two later.

 

Time and circumstance conspired to keep Robert and Jean apart. They managed an occasional secret coupling, usually frenzied and hurried, taking the infrequent opportunities when Abby was visiting friends after school. By tacit agreement, they hid their romance from everyone, preferring that things not be public, at least for the time being.

 

Spring came with melting snow and a gradual rise in the ambient temperature. The days grew longer and warmer. Then in turn came Easter as a celebration of the end of the harsh, cold weather. It was also Jean’s birthday.

 

Abby had baked a cake. Secretly, she had been preparing it at her best friend’s house with the help of Alice’s mother. The finished article was really very good. The icing over the rich cake was quite artistic and the writing in fluorescent green spelling out, ”The best Mum in the world”, was neatly done.

 

Abby called Robert to come over, conspiring with him that she had baked a cake as a surprise. She let him in through the back door. They waited side by side in the living room; both bearing gifts while Jean finished her shower. Abby’s cake sat on the table, candles ready to be lit, and her hand-made card alongside.

 

Robert’s gift of a crucifix was burning a hole in his pocket where he was so eager to give it to her. He had managed to appropriate a bottle of wine from home and had stashed it in the fridge to chill.

 

Eventually and completely ignorant of her waiting audience, Jean came down the stairs wrapped in a bath towel and rubbing her hair dry with another. She stepped into the living room to be confronted with a “Ta-Dah!” from them both.

 

She froze in mid rub, her arms raised above her head, holding the towel in place while her brain caught up with the scene of the two of them patiently waiting for her appearance. The sight of the two people she loved more than anything in life, standing side by side, almost tore a wracking sob from her throat in a sudden up rush of emotion.

 

“Oh!” She managed to quell the sob, swallowing it. Then her eyes found the cake and in an instant, took in the workmanship and labour that had gone into its making. “This is a nice surprise.” The ineptitude of her words made her wince a little. What she really wanted to say was something more along the lines of; what a fantastic, heart wrenching pleasure, a cake that had love lavished in its creation, a cherubic face, gleefully waiting to spring the surprise and a young man, eager to please her in any way he could. That it was a scene she would treasure forever.

 

 

“Happy birthday!” They yelled in unison, delighted smiles on both of their faces when they realised that she was completely bowled over by the surprise. Abby rushed over and threw her arms around Jean’s shoulders in a hug. They laughed, almost falling over in the fierceness of Abby’s momentum. Robert came over rather more circumspect to add a chaste kiss to Jeans cheek, but was immediately enfolded in interlocked arms by them both. He hugged them back with an arm around each of their waists and received a kiss from Jean and Abby. Privately, he realised for the first time that Abby was as tall as Jean and had developed quite a bit since summer. Guiltily, he pushed the thought away, not wanting to think about what had happened between them, preferring to compartmentalise that event into the “to be forgotten area of his mind.”

 

They broke apart to present their gifts. Abby puffed out in pride in the fruits of her labours and the accolades that came with them. Jean enthused and congratulated her daughter at the quality of the piping on the cake and artistry of her card.

 

Robert’s gift was received with effusive thanks and immediately put around her neck. A private look passed between them that promised a rather more, in depth thank you was owed and would be paid. Jean left the two of them cutting the cake into quarters and then eighths to get dressed. She awarded herself some little time to pamper herself a little, rubbing in a fragrant moisturiser all over her skin, then a light atomised spray of Jean Paul Goutier, eau de par fame. She admired her body in the full-length mirror that resided in the corner of her bedroom. For a thirty something with another year under her belt, she didn’t look at all bad she thought.

 

“I would fancy you myself.” She remarked aloud and then laughed at herself as she inspected the curve of her bum as far as possible in a two dimensional image. She selected a figure hugging pair of jeans and a top that flattered her breasts. These were pulled over a matching set of thong and push up bra she had bought for herself in “La Senza”, a present she gave to herself with Robert in mind.

 

Dinner was almost formal, sitting around the dining table, candles as a centrepiece and a glass of wine each. They laughed and chatted, enjoying the familiarity of each other’s company then, later, played trivial pursuit, cheating outrageously and giggling all the way through it.

 

Eventually, Abby yawned and stretched with her arms held vertically aloft. She kissed her mother good night with an embrace around her neck that said rather more than goodnight. Then she kissed Robert’s cheek, also wishing him a goodnight, but with a theatrical wink as if to say, I’m clearing out of the way so you two can play.

 

Robert sat in an armchair, pleasantly comfortable, watching the dancing flames of the fire. Jean had got up to turn the lights down low now that Abby had gone to bed. She sat on the floor at his feet, resting an elbow and then, her head on his knees, her feet curled under her.

 

He felt an ache in his heart. She was so damned attractive; he loved her hair, the subtle changes of shade. He loved the shape of her neck and the curve as her neck joined her shoulders. He adored the freckles she had on her shoulders; small splashes of colour, as if flicked from a paintbrush. Her breasts, even though she thought of them a small, were perfect as was her flat stomach and neatly trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair. These memories of her saw him through his day, but also distracted him from his studies at the oddest times.

 

His wandering thoughts were brought back into sharp focus as her hand wormed between the teeth of his opened zipper to find his cock. He hadn’t felt the slider being pulled down in his relaxed state, but was now fully awake.

 

She found his flaccid organ and freed it from the confines of denim. It looked slightly ridiculous, poking out of his jeans, but either Jean didn’t notice, or could care less as her lips encircled the dark head and the warmth of her mouth drew blood into the rapidly hardening rod.

 

She scooted around a little, making it easier for her to suck him into her mouth and with hands behind his knees; she pulled him forward so that he was prone in the armchair.

 

Jean had allowed an inch or so between her lips, but then stopped and knelt up. Deliciously slowly, she popped the button of his jeans and tugged them over his hips and down to his ankles. She undid the bottom few buttons of his shirt and tucked the ends under him. Deeming him prepared, jean deliberately slowly, lowered her mouth to his glistening cock, licking his eye with the very tip of her pointed tongue and then running it around the flanged edge of his cock head. He twitched and moaned and then gritted his teeth as her head sank lower, allowing him entry into her mouth. He felt her teeth gently rasp over his sensitive nerve endings as his cock continued the agonisingly slow progression into the warm haven of her mouth. She had over half of his twitching phallus now in the most intimate embrace she could give, but was not content, she had determined to swallow the whole length, but didn’t want to gag, so, by going slowly, she thought that she might achieve her goal and make it something special for him at the same time.

 

Millimetre by millimetre, she sank lower, pushing him deeper, trusting that he wouldn’t thrust and ruin the effort. Fully engorged, the girth forced her to open her mouth a little wider, but still she continued to ease him deeper. He was now passed the back of her tongue, passed the point where her gag reflex would have kicked in normally. His hair tickled her nose; then he was right to the back of her throat, there was no more to engulf, his whole length nestled in her warmth. In an inspirational moment, she had the idea to nod her head, rather than bob up and down. The effect was to create a gentle massage to his dick. Somehow, she managed to breath as the rocking motion brought him to a shuddering climax. Her reward was his semen, hot and urgent, flooding her throat and passing into her stomach.

 

Robert hadn’t moved a muscle while she took him to a heavenly orgasm. He didn’t dare move, not wanting to spoil the deliciously slow crescendo that she had given him, but now he had come and she had released him from the prison of her mouth, he touched her hair and then, cupped her face as she wiped a globule of his spend from her lip.

 

“Let’s go to bed.” She said, getting up from the floor and offering her hand. She hit the light switch as they passed hand in hand to mount the stairs and continue what had been the best birthday she could remember.

 

Sometime later, after Robert had returned the favour with his mouth clamped to her clit while he worked two fingers over her “G” spot and then fucked her slowly, with a passionate tenderness until she had locked her feet behind his buttocks and pulled him into her body as far as he would go, they fell into a sated sleep, locked in an embrace, her head on his chest, his arm protectively around her shoulder.

 

Jean woke early in the morning and reached for his dick, hoping to feel him inside her one last time before the constraints of their lives took control of the day. She found a hand already wrapped around the base of his shaft. Suddenly wide eyed, she raised her head from the pillow and found that Abby had crept into the bed, sometime in the night. She had hold of the sleeping Robert’s cock in a vice like grip, but was, to all intents, asleep herself.

 

Jean didn’t know what to do for a few moments. She knew that Abby was sexually curious, she even knew that her vibrator had found its way out of her ‘special’ drawer and had a fairly good idea that Abby might have used it. Jean thought that, although this might be a little early in Abby’s development, suppressing it would probably be more harmful.

 

But having her active with a man was a step too far. Somehow, she was going to have to broach the subject, perhaps it was way passed time for the Mother daughter chat. In the meantime, she had to do something with this little scenario. She peeled back a finger at a time, Abby’s fist and with a few sleepy grunts, but little else, managed to free Robert’s stiff cock from the grasp of her fourteen year old’s grasp. She gently woke him, silencing any waking noises with a kiss and then a finger on his lips, urging him to quiet.

 

He slipped from the bed noiselessly. Abby stirred and turned over but did not wake. Silently they left her to sleep on while they showered and fucked in the locked bathroom.

 

Jean told him about what had happened. Robert blushed, but managed no to blurt out that he had known when Abby got into bed, or that he had slipped a finger into her lithe little body while she rubbed him until he came over the sheet or that he had in fact, fucked her daughter, at her insistence, some time back now.

 

Later, after Robert had returned home, the conversation between Jean and Abby didn’t go exactly how she expected it to. It started off okay, a general chat about boys and sex, but then Jean had to mention that getting into her bed was now off limits.

 

“Occasionally, Robert and I will be in bed together. I know you are happy that we are together and I know you are adult enough to realise what goes on when that happens, but it is something between him and I Abby, not for you to share.”

 

“Why not?” Abby asked, guilessly.

 

“Well for one thing, you are too young.”

 

“To young for Robert do you mean?” Her faced portrayed a perfect innocence.

 

“Well, yes as a matter of fact, but also too young to be sexually active.” This was getting a little deeper than Jean felt comfortable with, but the next words from Abby were devastating in their argument.

 

“Like Robert is too young for you?” The barb sunk deep. “I mean, he is nearly half your age isn’t he, but it doesn’t stop you from screwing him now does it?” Abby looked into her mother’s eyes and knew that she had won a moral victory, she also knew that if she drove it too far, irreparable damage would ensue, so decided to be gentle with her fragile mother’s feelings. “I know what goes on between you, but that makes me happy. I like the way you are when he is around and I like what it does for you, he’s much better than anyone else and that includes dad or Uncle Keith.”

 

Somewhat defeated, Jean broke the connection of eyes. The truth of what her daughter was saying hit home. Yes Robert was way too young for her, but it was also true that her heart skipped a beat when he was near. Jean realised, perhaps admitting to the fact that she had developed a love for him. No! That wasn’t right, she loved him with a passion and really wanted for them to take it further. She wanted him all to herself and in a way, felt selfish about it.

 

“You are right Abby. Robert is too young in the eyes of the world. I doubt many would accept what we feel. All I know is that I want him, can’t live without him at any price.”

 

“Any price?”

 

“Yes.” A tear traced a course over her cheek at the fleeting thought that they wouldn’t be together.

 

“So, if I said that part of that price is that we share him, how would that be?” The trap was set and all it needed was for Jean to fall in. “Would that be too much of a price?” But Jean had known where this was headed and had already prepared an answer.

 

“Yes… and no. Abby, you are my daughter, you’re only fourteen and I must protect you and raise you as best I can. I can’t allow you to become involved in some kind of sexual relationship. It would be a dereliction of my duty.” Jean sniffed a sob back. “But if I have to, I will give up Robert or anyone else until you are old enough. It would break my heart, but if that is what is necessary, then that is how it will be.”

 

“Ha! A dereliction of duty, whatever that means, well mum, it is too late, I have had sex more than once and enjoyed it. I was careful, I went to the Doctor’s a year ago and have been on the pill since; so, I won’t get pregnant, unlike you.” She paused for effect, waiting for her mother to catch up. “So, my terms are, if I chose to and Robert is willing, I will take him to my bed, unlike you, he will not make me pregnant.”

 

“I’m not pregnant.” It was the easiest thing Jean could pick up on from the revelations her daughter had just given.

 

“News flash mum; you are pregnant, my guess is about two months.” She was right. “What are you gong to do now?”

 

Gradually, realisation of her condition, along with a piece-by-piece destruction of her argument, Jean accepted that they would share Robert. But, now that she knew she was going to have a baby, things had just gone completely crazy. The conversation finished with plans being made. First thing was to tell Robert of his impending fatherhood, then let him into the family secret, for that is what the arrangement would be, then plan what the three of them were going to do with a fourth member of the family to look out for.

 

He was in for the shock of his life. Men can be so gullible and really, although they like to think otherwise, they are completely at the mercy of a woman.

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

“How do I look?” Jean had tried on most of her wardrobe, discarding dress after dress and looking critically in the mirror at her reflection, only to dump each ensemble in an untidy and ever growing pile of clothing on the bed. The dress she had settled on was a low cut, figure hugging, black velvet evening dress with a low-neck line and a slit to mid thigh. It was slimming, not that Jean needed it, and very flattering to her shape.

 

“You know, I think that’s it. You look fabulous Mum; it just needs some pearls or something.” Abby was also going through the same pile of clothes, but found them just a little too big for her. She had grown to the same height as her mother, but had yet to flare out into full womanhood. Her hips were too thin and her boobs, now in a training bra, still had a way to go. “I want to get my ears pierced. If we’re sharing a man, then we should share jewellery” Her mischievous grin split her face and caused Jean to laugh.

 

Even though she had laughed at Abby’s jest, Jean was not happy that she had been manoeuvred into acceptance of her daughter’s proposal. On one hand, Abby was way too young, in her opinion, to engage in sexual relations, but on a rather more fundamental level, she wanted Robert all to herself. She wasn’t happy that Abby had taken herself to the Doctor without telling her. She was furious that he had prescribed Abby birth control pills without letting her know. It might be a stupid law in this crazy politically correct world, that the patient’s rights are paramount and that, confidentiality prevented him from saying anything, but she had hoped that her relationship with the Doctor was sufficiently good enough that he might have let her know somehow. The realisation that he would have needed to examine Abby internally, without her permission or presence, appalled her, but that is English law and as a parent, you are dammed if you do and dammed if you don’t.

 

Abby was just peeling off a shimmering silver metalic party frock Jean had bought years ago to attend some function or another with her ex-husband. She looked at her developing daughter, feeling a pang as her slender body was revealed, noticing the first fluffs of hair under her arms and her budding breasts, nestling in the training bra they had bought a few weeks ago in Marks and Spencer’s.

 

“Abby…” Jean sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the dress to hit the pile of clothing, waited for Abby’s attention. “You know, I am not entirely comfortable with our agreement and think I have told you why. You are so young and should be enjoying your childhood…”

 

“I am not a child Mum. I’m not like Suzy or Claire, who are still silly and stuff.” There was a warning note in her voice that brooked no nonsense. Her two best friends were juvenile in comparison, that was true, in all things, but that was how Jean thought Abby should be and indeed, would have preferred her to be like.

 

“I know you’re not a child darling, but even so…” She shrugged, allowing her body language to complete the sentence.

 

“Look and this is how it is going to be, I don’t intend to jump into bed with Robert every chance I get. In fact, I don’t have any plans at all in the direction, but, what I am trying to agree with you is the fact that I might want to and that you agree; okay?” Abby’s own body language was letting Jean know that she meant business and there was no argument good enough to change her mind. “Now, are we going to get dressed here or what?”

 

There had been a subtle shift of power between Mother and Daughter since Jean’s vulnerability and her new condition had become apparent. The essential things were still with Jean of course, but Abby was no longer the little girl, the child of the family. Suddenly, she had adopted an equal footing in the house, a sharing of decision making and become more of a friend or co-conspirator with her mother. It meant that, providing her demands were not outlandish, her will held sway or at least, was seriously considered. She had, overnight, developed a maturity, which amazed her even.

 

Robert was expected at around seven o’clock. They had conspired to feed him with something lavish, then, let him have the news. Giggling conspirators that they were, a meal had been planned, candles and wine organised, and even a centrepiece of silk flowers had been brought down from the loft and dusted off; a memento of Jean’s wedding feast, from so long and another life ago. With everything ready, the two made final touches to their appearance and waited excitedly, for him to arrive.

 

Robert was late, as usual. Only ten minutes, but they had been a very long ten minutes to endure. Finding them both dressed as if for a funeral or something and then the laid out table waiting for him to take his place, aroused his suspicions that something was in the wind.

 

“Well you two look lovely, almost as good as the table.” He received a playful clout on his upper arm from Abby. “Is there an occasion?” He wracked his brain to see if he had forgotten a birthday or anniversary or something. Jean left Abby to see to Robert while she went to the kitchen to bring dinner in.

 

“Can’t we give our man a treat once in a while?” Abby grasped his arm in her own and led him to the head chair of the table. “Mum will be bringing the food through in a moment, so, sit and relax.” He felt a vague unease, wondering what this was really about, knowing that something was afoot, but clueless about what it could be.

 

Eventually, Jean brought steaming plates of food to the table, heated dinner plates and a chilled bottle of Chablis. The meal was portioned to plates and they chatted about inconsequential things, over the food.

 

Robert felt a bit like a rabbit trapped in the headlamps of an onrushing car, feeling the air of excitement and expectancy between them, but joined in the chitchat, offering his own opinions when they were asked for. He noticed for the first time, just how much Abby was a carbon copy of her mother, albeit a younger version and somewhat underdeveloped in comparison. They shared the same hair colouring, a kind of rich brown with auburn accents, both cut to the shoulder and laying in perfectly straight lines as if freshly combed. Hazel eyes framed by long dark lashes that didn’t need the aid of cosmetics to enhance them, clear unadorned skin and long necks. Abby was the same height now, and he noticed, had started to fill out a little more than when they had lain together seven months or so ago. He blushed at the memory and, for an uncountable time, put the memory back in the compartmentalised space in his mind called ‘not to be opened’.

 

Once the plates had been cleared away to the dishwasher, Abby and Jean came back to the table where they had insisted Robert stay; they sat, facing him like judges at the bench. He felt a thrill of trepidation, knowing that he was about to learn what this evening had been about.

 

It was Abby who opened the rather more serious conversation than the idle chat over the meal.

 

“Robert…” She squared her shoulders towards him, trapping his eyes as she did so. “We have something to tell you haven’t we Mum?” Jean nodded as Robert’s eyes escaped Abby’s for a moment.

 

“Okay…” He drew the word out and waited, thinking, this is how Damocles must have felt. His heart rate quickened; a mixture of fear, dread and anticipation all commingling at the same time. Unable to stand the suspense any longer he said, “Well?”

 

Jean looked up from her lap, found his eyes and let him have it straight off.

 

“You are going to be a father, I’m pregnant.”

 

He didn’t know what to expect, but this was several light years away from anything he had imagined. Typically of a man, knocked off his equilibrium, he reserved any emotion until he knew how she felt about the news.

 

“Oh… I err… um… how?”

 

“How do you think dummy?” Abby chimed in.

 

“No, I meant, how do you feel about it?” But neither of them was going to let him off the hook, keeping stern, emotionless faces, both directed straight at him.

 

“How do you feel about it Robert?” Asked Abby; taking the lead in the unequal conversation. “What are you going to do about it?”

 

He ignored the first question, feeling that to be too dangerous to answer right now.

 

“Do? I don’t know; it’s all a bit of a shock really.” He was floundering and becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He didn’t want to offer an opinion on something so momentous without establishing first, how the woman felt; it is a pre-programmed response pattern in men, designed to make sure he didn’t say the wrong thing and be diametrically opposed to her feelings.

 

A glance between the two signalled a swathe of laughter and smiles. Relieved, Robert was able to let out a whoosh of air and laugh with them. He was delighted really; him a father, with the woman he loved so much; how perfect would that be? Practicalities of what this would all mean to them would come later; this moment was for celebrations. Had he thought about it, he would have realised that the two were stringing him along; all the preparations did kind of give it away.

 

They hugged, a three way group, sharing in the joy of the news.

 

“When did you find out?” Robert asked Jean.

 

“It was Abby who told me. Gawd knows how she knew, but she was right, the tester said so and my Doctor has confirmed that I am about nine weeks along.” She kissed his cheek and squeezed his shoulder delightedly.

 

“It was easy really, we cycle together and when you didn’t, well it didn’t take Einstein to work it out.”

 

They talked for some time after, getting used to the idea, but then the inevitable question came. It was Jean who asked it.

 

“What are we going to do about the future Robert? You are still at college and have to finish that, but I am the only bread winner here” Then the germ of an idea lodged. “I suppose we could sell this place and find something smaller. The money would see us through for a while. I will get maternity leave with pay, so that would be okay.”

 

“Wouldn’t your husband want half the proceeds?”

 

“Screw him.” Jean spat with something approaching vehemence. “He has done fuck all for me or Abby since he took up with his bimbo, one visit and a check for a couple of hundred quid hardly gives him any claims. Screw him. Beside, my dad gave this house to me, so he has no claim on it.”

 

“What I really meant was what are you going to do Robert? You are going to have to tell your parents some time soon. I doubt they will be too happy about it. And then, what do you want to do?”

 

“Move in with you.” Robert’s simple statement sounded, to him at least, an ideal solution. Move in with Jean and Abbey and live happily ever after. It had all the hallmarks of a perfect future. The consequences of moving in or telling his parents hadn’t figured in his thinking.

 

Jean went silent for a while, staring off into space while she collected her thoughts. Robert and Abby looked on without speaking, waiting for her to come to a conclusion. But, when she did at last speak, it was only with another question.

 

“Robert, I’m not so sure that that is such a good idea. Do you know what you would be taking on? I think you need to think about moving in. It would mean leaving the security of your home, probably leaving behind a lot of hurt and confusion. I’ve known your mother for many years and I know she will not understand, much less give her blessing. As for your father, I don’t know him so well, but I can guess he will not be happy about it at all. Then there are the neighbours. You might not care what they say, but neighbours can make life very difficult if they think they have a chance to. But, more than anything, you are young, very young, with a whole life in front of you and a lot of growing up to do. Who is to say that sometime in the future, you get bored or find someone your own age? You see, it isn’t so straight forward.” She would have carried on, trotting out reasons why he shouldn’t move in, exercising her doubts and justifying her doubts, talking herself out of the idea, but Robert held his hands up, palm out to halt her.

 

“I’ll deal with my parents, that’s my problem and I will try to get them to understand. As for neighbours, screw them, besides, who will know if we move? I can’t say what will happen in the future, no one can, but I love you now. I love Abby and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Besides, it might be you, you might meet someone and fall in love with them; how could I compete with an older, more experienced man?”

 

The arguments flowed back and forth, neither making it easy for the other where doubts and uncertainties clashed, neither with a strong enough argument to sway the others thinking. It was Abby who finally chipped in as mediator instead of the spectator she had been.

 

“Listen to you two… you sound like a bleeding married couple already. Why don’t you think about working out how it can be done instead of why it can’t?” She was of course, absolutely right; the innocence of her years cutting through the dressing of social acceptability, to get right to the heart of the problem. “Why not try it, find out,  work out the problems as they come up.”

 

Like a punch drunk fighter, Jean retired to the kitchen to make some coffee, gain some space and think in peace, leaving Abby and Robert to the spoils of a minor victory. Could it work between them? Exactly how did she feel about Robert? What would the future hold? Could she rely on him? So many questions buzzing around in her mind; the sanctuary of making coffee would give her a chance to mull over all of her doubts.

 

“That isn’t the only news we had for you Robert.” Abby took advantage of the lull in the ebb and flow of argument and decided that, if it might tip the balance, her own news might do the trick. “Mum and I have talked and agreed that you and I could… well, if you and I… um… you can have me too; we could share you.

 

Robert was too stunned to say anything. His already burgeoned mind just couldn’t take this last revelation in and process it.

 

“I thought that, well that you and I could, once in a while, do what we did last year. I really want to do that again, but there’s no hurry.”

 

“Abby, I don’t know what to say. I need to think.” It might have been taken as a rejection, but then, he gave her a cuddle as he rose to follow Jean into the kitchen; his own mind roiling in a confusion of thoughts and solutions, but not actually settling one thing or, anything concrete.

 

“Jean.” He quietly said as he approached her back. “I’m going to go home and tell my parents the news.”

 

“Okay.” Her jangled emotions rationalised that he was running away, just as she expected him to do. That thought brought a sudden sob and then the opening of flood gates as the emotion overwhelmed her and spilled over. Her shoulders shook as sobs wracked her slim frame.

 

Robert grasped her, spinning her around to face him, then smothered her in the embrace of his arms while she let out all of the confusion and trepidation in a tide of tears. He allowed her to let it out, just holding her, saying nothing until her sobs abated.

 

“Jean, I love you.” A simple statement and meant with all his heart and one to make her howl in anguish, expecting a ‘but’ to follow, her vision of the future a mess of jumbled thoughts. “I love you and can’t wait for us to be together.”

 

She eventually calmed, bolstered by his words and a glimmer of hope and accepted that he did need to go home and sort things out with his parents. He left her with a lingering kiss and a longing look as the door closed.

 

Jean and Abby talked for a little while longer until the emotions of the evening took there toll on Jean. She took a Nytol and went to bed.

 

A distraught Robert softly knocked on the front window a couple of hours later. His parents hadn’t taken the news of their impending grandparenthood well at all. Calling Jean names that he had to defend until he slammed the door of the front room to reach the sanctuary of his room and shut out the diatribe he was hearing, but that sanctuary was denied him when his father, in a blind rage, kicked the door in to continue the row. For the first time in his life, his father hit Robert, a full punch that split his eyebrow. In a final family act; Robert struck back, returning the punch and opening a divide that could not be bridged again between them.

 

Abby let him in and fussed over the wound, bathing it with an antiseptic that made him wince, his head in her lap. Then, when she had tended to the wound, she kissed him full on the lips. Wordlessly, she got up from the settee, took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.

 

She had filled out a little in the seven months or so since they had last been together. Her hips, though still narrow, were taking on the form of a woman. Her pubic hair had darkened and coarsened now from the down that had been there before, but was still only a patch. Her breasts formed small bumps, but rather much more pronounced now with darker aureoles surrounding her little nipples, hinting that she would develop a fine pair in the not too far distant future.

 

Neither of them spoke as she undressed him while he stood immobile at the foot of her bed. Her small hand grasped his flaccid cock, stirring life into it. She knelt and suckled on him, bringing forth a gasp as her hot mouth enveloped him.

 

As if coming to his senses, Robert began to ask about Jean, but was silenced with a finger against his lips as she stood and then, when they had lain on top of the bed, covered his mouth with her cunt, kneeling over his head and rubbing her clit against his nose while he lapped at her labia.

 

His climax fast approaching some time later, Robert was about to pull out of her, not wanting two pregnancies, but Abby had other ideas and let him know that she was protected. Her reward was a his seed, planted deep into her, spurt after hot spurt, until he collapsed, exhausted as much from the effort of coming as the emotional rollercoaster he had been on over the last few hours.

 

He rolled off of her and was asleep with in seconds. Abby’s fingers found her leaking snatch, rubbing his come over her budding clit and fucking her fingers into her until his spend was all gone. Then she slept as well, her back coiled into him in sated sleep.

 

 

Epilogue.

 

Jake was born seven months later, a healthy son to them and so welcomed and loved.

 

Jean had sold the house, getting rather more than she had expected. It raised just over three hundred and sixty thousand pounds. They could afford to buy a smaller three bedroom maisonette, nearer to town and still have just less than two hundred left after taxes and stamp duty.

 

Robert’s mother allowed him to return to collect his belongings and tried to mediate, but the rift between him and his father was too wide to be repaired. Secretly, she was delighted to have a grandson and visited on odd occasions, bringing gifts and some money she had saved in a secret account her mother had advised her to do, just in case.

 

Robert completed college, eventually starting his own business that, although not flourishing in its return, was good enough to keep them afloat.

 

Abby grew into a beautiful young woman, venturing on holiday to Spain with her friends when they reached eighteen. Got through college with a degree and started working as a personal assistant. She went through several disastrous love affairs, always returning to the family home when hurt; always seeking the comfort of Robert’s love and sex when the world conspired against her and the solace of her family.

 

Jake grew into a well balanced young man, making his way through university, but always maintaining a self assurance and independence that excluded everyone including his family. He loved them, but in his own way.

 

Jean and Robert lived, very much in love until; she was killed in a road traffic accident. Neither Robert nor Abby ever quite got over the shock, or quite filled the void left by her, but, as if waiting for the moment, Abby filled Jean’s shoes almost immediately. They lived together, in memory of Jean and a beginning that started so long ago.

 

Author’s note:

 

I am still of the opinion that child sex is totally wrong, but agree with one reader that, although not socially acceptable in these days of elongated teaching and adolescence, was perfectly acceptable, even as recently as the early nineteen hundreds in the UK and is still acceptable in some parts of Africa to this day. I also agree with his comment that we have not changed in our physical being; it is only the psychology of modern times that has altered.

 

I could have put a lot more sex into this story, made it more of a stroke event, but that might have detracted from the storyline. Given my own reserve, it would have spoiled what has been an enjoyable episode for me. It could have been drawn out much more, but again, I had reached a natural conclusion and had nothing more to say in the lives of these people who had found that most rare of commodities; love.

 

I sincerely hope that you, the reader, enjoy this story and forgive me the typos, spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. I promise that I have read it through, more than once, so most of them have been taken out, but no one is perfect.

 

Thank you for reading this.

I had thought of incest before in life as one of my younger sisters was very attractive. She had very nice large breasts and a perfectly sweet ass. I managed to catch her getting dressed or undressed many times to fuel my fantasies. Several times I was fortunate enough to see her bare breasts. She had very large puffy nipples that instantly made my cock rock hard.

Our family had an in ground pool so I was often awarded the sight of my sexy little sister or her hot looking friends prancing around in their skimpy bikini's. It seemed like I was in a constant state of erection. Her friends were very sexy and hot too but seeing my sister aroused me more than any of her friends.

My sister had this very sexy red, white and blue one piece swim suit that she must have removed all the liners. When it was wet, you could clearly see every detail of those perfect nipples and see the most erotic looking pussy, a perfect camel toe. Whew, my cock is like a steel pipe just thinking back of the sexy sights of my hot little sister.

When I was young, I often imagined her sexy lips wrapped around my thick cock as I masterbated. I imagined her soft butt pressing against my thighs as my hard cock slid deep into her hot wet pussy from behind. I imagined reaching around her and rolling those huge nipples between my fingers as my cock slides in to the hilt.

Still to this day, my cock hardens at the thought of fucking my own sister but I won that battle and those thoughts remain deep inside the secrets of my sexual fantasies. With my maturing daughter, she has replaced my sexy sister in that dark taboo place within my mind. My most secret sexual fantasies now revolve around my gorgeous sweet and sexy seventeen year old daughter.

My wife is still very attractive but lately, when we are making love, I imagine in my mind I'm making love to my sexy little daughter. My orgasms are intensified ten fold as I shudder and expend my hot load deep inside my wife's pussy.

Let me describe my daughter, my sweet young Erin to you. Now at seventeen, Erin has long straight sandy blonde hair about shoulder length, gorgeous blue-green eyes, stands about 5 feet 4 inches tall, weighs barely 100 pounds. She has very smooth skin which tans golden brown very easily. She is very thin, with not an ounce of fat on her sexy little body.

My daughter has this gorgeous mature woman model face. She could very easily pass for being twenty years old but yet she's only seventeen. As her young teenage body developes, she appears more like a woman rather than the young girl she really is. She fills the air around her with pure sexual excitement and she is beginning to realize her effects on every man she comes in contact with.

This is very much a problem for me and every other man who casts their eyes upon her sweet teenage beauty. I've often caught men of all ages stealing lustful glances at her, their eyes devouring every inch of her gorgeous young body and me her father, being a man which her beauty creates the same effect on as with all the others.

Through the past few years, I've been able to keep my secret desires checked but lately it's become very hard. Erin is becoming quite aware of her affect on men, all men, including her own father. She is realizing that she can manipulate men with her sexuality, that men are weak and therefore she can control them.

When her mother isn't around, she will prance around the house in skimpy little shorts, with a halter top or a t-shirt without a bra. God, sometimes I can clearly see her hard nipples standing straight out. It takes all my will, not to reach out and touch them or even worse, just grab her and rape her.

Last Saturday morning, the day of her big high school prom dance later that night, I was treated to such an erotic sight. My wife was grocery shopping at the store and I was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast. Erin came bouncing down the steps, walked past me, opened the frig and bent over looking inside.

As she bent over and looked inside, I was treated with such a sight, my cock was throbbing in seconds. Erin was wearing a large blue t-shirt with only a pair of very sexy white lace boy shorts panties underneath. I was treated with a perfect view of one of the sexiest butts I had ever seen. I instantly thought of my sister's very fine looking tush and all the times I lusted over her fine looking ass.

My daughter stood there only a few seconds but it seemed like minutes as I took in every inch of that sweet teenage ass. I could just see her pussy mound bulging out between those perfectly smooth and sexy thighs, that perfect diamond made just for the penatration of a hard cock from behind.

Under the table, my fingers lightly stroked my cock to it's full eight inches. I was rock hard and throbbing as I felt my face flush with sexual heat. Those panties were sheer enough that I could clearly see each sexy butt cheek and the dark crack between them. Ummmmm, such a perfect sight of a young girl's ass, I couldn't imagine anything finer.

Seconds later, she spun around and placed the juice container on the counter, poured herself a glass and left the room. I was so fucking aroused I could hear my heart pounding in my throat. Did she actually do that to me and not even realize what she was doing? I will forever wonder.

Tonight was prom night and she was so happy, so full of spirit as she was asked to go by one of the most popular boys in her class. Honestly, I think she never even realized that she almost gave poor dad a heart attack, hah! I remember thinking of how was she wearing such sexy undies, although I didn't mind the sight one bit.

The rest of the day passed by rather quickly until finally around 6 pm, Erin came down stairs in her prom dress. My heart shuddered as she looked absolutely gorgeous. Her dress was a lovely light blue satin, tucked in just perfectly to accent her growing breasts and exposing her tanned smooth sexy shoulders. She was just so beautiful, a view of perfect teenage beauty.

"Spin around honey and model for us." I said as my wife and I inspected her lovely prom dress.

As she turned around, my cock began to harden again. The back of her dress was cut so low, almost to the top of her sexy butt. Her back was completely bare, no bra straps, just smooth sexy tanned skin exposed down to her ass. The dress was shaped tightly around her waist leaving nothing to imagine about how sweet her young body was as well as her perfect little ass The same ass I was drooling over earlier that day. God, she was absolutely beautiful and glowing with excitement.

Her date arrived and off they went on their long awaited prom night. After a few hours my wife went to bed complaining of a headache so I knew not to ask for sex later. I resolved to watching some porn on the tube and pleasuring myself later after Erin got home.

I was beginning to wonder how late Erin would be out as we had an eleven o'clock curfew. Somewhere just around eleven o'clock, I heard the front door close rather hard and I heard Erin crying softly in the kitchen as she entered the living room.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked as she entered the room.

"Brad's such a jerk! All he thinks about is himself. He's such an asshole!" she cried out softly.

"What happened honey?" I asked in a fatherly way. I remember my temper building as my imagination ran wild.

"Well, he paid more attention to his buddies and trying to get drunk than he did me. Oh Daddy!" she whimpered as she came over and sat on my lap, curled up crying softly into my shoulder.

Now I had a problem, which was rising fast. I was sitting on my chair, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, nothing underneath. Feeling my young daughters body, the heat building between us, quickly sent blood to my now hardening cock. The slippery smooth silk material, her smooth sexy shoulders and as I gazed down at her, I could clearly see the swells of her large teenage breasts.

My right hand caressed her shoulder, trying to comfort her as she sobbed. My mind raced back to earlier that night, the sight of her smooth tanned exposed back, down to the sexy top of her sweet teenage butt. My hand drifted off her shoulder and down her back just a bit.

My cock got harder and harder, feeling her soft butt pressing against it. Oh god, she has to feel it growing under her. I tried to change my thoughts but those perfect tanned breasts, her sexy smooth back, her sweet smell was like a drug to my system. I squeezed her harder as my right hand caressed her smooth back as my left hand softly caressed her right thigh.

My heart was pounding as I was so close to my deepest and darkest thoughts as I caressed my sexy daughter. I dared not get any bolder with my touches but my lust grew and I did. I brought my right hand lower and was now caressing just above her sexy ass, then softly touching her at the edges of her dress, flaunting with skin covered by the edges of her dress. My cock was completely hard, all throbbing eight inches as I tried no longer to hold my desires and lust back.

I felt Erin push her little butt back and forth a bit as she confirmed my cock was definitely hard, there was no mistake. Suddenly she sat up a looked deep into my eyes and said "Daddy, it your thing hard because of me?" her voice trailed off softly.

Reality hit me as I nearly panicked, not sure how to reply. I know how a father should reply but I didn't act that way. I stammered out "Yes honey, you are just so damn beautiful tonight."

She looked a me with those tear filled eyes and gave me a sweet smile as she leaned in and hugged me hard. "I love you daddy." she said softly.

As she hugged me, I felt her sliding off my lap, her lower body sliding down between my legs. The next thing I knew, my sexy daughter was on her knees between my legs. She looked right at me as she reached out and grabbed my thick eight inch hard cock, holding it inside my shorts.

I was so shocked as I asked, trying to muster up a fatherly tone, "What are you doing baby?"

"Daddy, I was going to lose my viginity to Brad tonight. Right now, I can't think of anyone I'd rather make love to more than you. I know you feel the same way, right?" she asked as she squeezed my throbbing shaft.

"Oh baby, are you sure?" I softly moaned out.

"Yes Daddy, now let me see that big cock of yours." as she grabbed the sides of my shorts tugging them down.

I lifted my butt off the chair slightly as Erin gently pulled down my shorts, over my knees, down and off, tossing them on the floor. I watched closely, my heart pounding as my sexy little daughter leaned forward, grabbed my cock at it's base and began to lick the huge swollen purple head like her first lolly-pop. God, what an erotic sight, one I never dreamed I would actually see.

"Oh yes baby, that's it, lick daddy's hard cock honey. Ummmmm yes, it's all hard for you love, ohhhhhhhh god yessssssssssss!" I moaned.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched my daughter's perfect soft lips and tongue caress my hard cock. What a sight, as she looked directly up into my eyes , opened her mouth and wrapped those soft red lips around my cock. I watched as my huge purple cock head slipped between those sweet lips into her hot teenage mouth.

I was so excited as I again could hear my heart beating in my throat. I watched with so much love, so much lust as my deepest darkest incestuous desires were coming true right before my eyes. I swear my cock grew another inch, if that was possible, at the sight of my sexy daughter's lips gliding up and down my throbbing shaft.

She lightly caressed my balls as she mouthed the side of my shaft, her lips gliding up and down the length of my hard cock. As she got to the top, she looked deep into my eyes once more, a smile crossed her lips as she opened her mouth and once again took my throbbing cock head between her soft red lips.

I remember thinking, just for a second, where did she learn, at the age of seventeen, to suck cock like a porno star. God, she was so good at this I could feel my cum starting to rise. I couldn't remember anything so erotic and exciting in my life. Could this be what I would have experienced if I tried to fuck my sexy sister?

This taboo sex, this forbidden act of incest was such an erotic turn on I couldn't believe how excited I was and how aroused I could be. My cock felt like it was harder than it was ever before in my life. I was quickly reaching the most intense orgasm of my life but I wanted to feel that feeling of being buried deep inside my daughter's virgin pussy.

"Erin, take that dress off for daddy. Do a little strip tease for me honey, ok?" I managed to moan out on seconds before she pushed me too far.

She gave me a big smile as she slowly stood up in front of me. She slowly twirled around in front of me, stopping with her sexy back toward me. Still with her back to me, she kicked off her shoes and looked over her shoulders. God, she looked so fucking sexy and so hot as she slid her dress off her shoulders and down her perfect body until it was a heap on the floor.

My heart was pounding once more as I quickly removed my t-shirt and gently stroked my rock solid cock, lusting for my gorgeous teenage daughter. Before my eyes, she stood there in those sexy white laced boy shorts panties, with white garter belts holding up her sheer nylons.

In my eyes, she was no longer a young girl but a beautiful young woman. Pre-cum oozed from my shaft as I stroked it's full length and said "Bend over honey and show me that sweet ass of yours."

"Sure daddy, I know how that turns you on." she said with a sexy lustful smile.

"Oh yeah baby, hmmmmm such a nice ass you have." I moaned as I gripped my cock harder.

Erin pushed her tush out and spread her long legs slightly, giving me a perfect view of her sexy pussy mound from behind. She arched her back and pushed her butt out even further as she reached between her legs and ran her finger up the crack of her pussy. Up and down her slit she pushed her fingers harder until I could see the crotch of her panties getting wet and darker on each pass.

I thought I was going to shoot my load high in the air at that point so I gripped my cock hard and held it there. I had to slow this down a little but I was so fucking turned on as my daughter's next move was even more arousing than the last.

"Are you ok daddy?" she said in such a sexy little girl voice, smiling as she knew damn well what she was doing to me.

As she looked deep into my eyes once more, she turned and faced me, exposing her perfect breasts to my eyes for the first time. Her breasts were larger than I imagined them to be, about a full C-cup with gorgeous dark puffy nipples. As our eyes connected, she cupped her breasts and gently caressed and stroked her hard erect nipples between her fingertips.

After show casing her sexy tits for me for a few minutes, she continued with her sexy strip tease as she undid each garter belt and slowly slid each nylon down her long tanned legs. Once again she spun around, showing me her absolutely perfect butt.

Looking over her shoulder at me, knowing she was turning her own father on so bad excited her beyond her own imagination. Her juices were flowing from her tingling pussy as the crotch of her panties were absolutely soaking wet. Could it be this lustful drive for incest was part of her secret desires too?

As she watched her well hung father stroke his hard cock, she slowly began peeling those sexy little panties over her soft butt, ever so slowly until her pussy was completely exposed to his lustful eyes. She watched his intent gaze as she slid her wet panties to the floor and stepped out of them.

As he leaned back in the chair, his legs straight out with his thick cock pointing straight up in the air, she slowly walked over toward him, straddling his legs until her pussy was just above his huge cock. I looked down at the sexiest young pussy I had ever seen.

Her pussy was lightly covered with a sandy blonde light brown hair, very neatly trimmed but her pussy lips were glistening with her juices. As she leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, his hand touched his daughter's pussy for the first time. As their lips met, his fingers spread her pussy open, gliding up her wet gash until he touched her erect clit for the first time, sending shivers throughout her teenage body.

She pushed her hips forward until her pussy pressed against her father's cock, sliding his cock up and down the length of her opening. As they kissed softly, her wet pussy working against his thick shaft.

"Oh baby, you're driving me wild." I moaned out.

"Fuck me daddy, pleeeeeease make love to me." she moaned back.

I could hold back any longer as I firmly grabbed her hips and lifted her up. She spread her legs wide to my sides as I lined the hard cock up with her wet opening. As I lowered her I felt my thick cock head pressing against her wet pussy lips, spreading them ever so slightly.

As I looked up at my daughter's pretty face, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, a look of a little girl as her daddy's cock was ready to make her a woman for the first time. I watched her face as my cock slowly spread her open further, my cock head was just about inside her.

"Ohhhhh yesssssss daddy, yesssss fuck me!" she panted out as my cock slowly pressed further inside her.

Although she was a virgin, there was not much resistance as my cock slowly spread her wide open, pulling her down until I was buried completely inside her very tight young pussy. I didn't know at the time but she had broken her hymen years earlier with one of her mother's vibrators.

It didn't matter to me, my hard cock was buried deep inside my own daughter's tight wet pussy. I was so fucking aroused I couldn't believe it. My cock throbbed deep inside as I stretched her pussy further than it was ever stretched before. Knowing my cock was the first cock inside my daughter was such a turn-on.

It was an extreme turn-on for her too as she always had lustful thoughts of her father. She often listened outside their bedroom door as he drove his huge cock deep inside her mom, wishing it was her pussy wrapped around his gorgeous cock and finally, now it was.

Slowly he lifted his down up, his thick cock coming almost out before pulling her down hard, driving his cock dep inside her hot wet pussy again. Slowly she got in rhythm with his thrusts, gyrating her hips, flexing her knees in time with his every thrust.

Her body trembled with sexual excitement as she couldn't believe how huge he felt inside her, how stretched she felt, how full her pussy was as he pulled her down hard once more on his thick eight inch shaft. His firm hands on her hips, controlling her pleasure as she was impaled by his cock, riding him for all her worth.

The pace quickened, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and harder he thrust up into her sweet young pussy. Her beautiful tits bouced in front of his eyes as his sexy daughter rode his thick cock. She cupped her breasts, squeezed her swollen nipples hard as her head rocked back. Her orgasm was quickly cumming as was his.

Her juices now covered his crotch as she was moaning loudly with each upward thrust. He slowed the pace, driving her wild as he angled her hips, hitting a fresh set of pussy nerves. She squeezed her pussy as tight as she could, like a vice around her father's cock. God, she was so fucking tight.

After several minutes of slow grinding fucking, he began to pound his cock up into his daughter. Faster and faster until both couldn't stand it any longer. She reached her orgasm first, as her little body tensed up tightly and started to shake all over. To his surprise, she squirted her juices all over his crotch and stomach as she shuddered and shook all over. His beautiful daughter was a fucking squirter, god he shuddered.

He was so fucking turned on, as his daughter shot her juices out with such force he could feel it all over himself. With her hot juices covering him, he pulled her down hard and belted out three huge spurts of his cum deep inside his daughter's soaked pussy.

She collapsed on top of him as he held her tightly, feeling her pussy quiver and squeeze his still rock hard cock. Her hips quivered and shook as she went through wave after wave of orgasm. She have never cum so hard in her life. She knew her juices squirted out a little but this was with so much force, she completely soaked her father's crotch, not to mention the living room chair.

As the throws of orgasm passed both of them, he could feel his own juices leaking out of his daughter's wet pussy, which was still tightly wrapped around his still hard shaft. He couldn't believe it but his cock was still rock hard inside his daughter's hot pussy.

He gripped her soft ass cheeks and slowly stood up, still deep inside her as her legs wrapped around him as she clung to him, holding tightly around his neck. Slowly he carried her to the downstairs bathroom where they took a hot shower together, fucking and sucking themselves off a few more times that night.

From now on, father would have his daughter at every possible chance they got for they both found the taboo sex of incest to be just what they needed. I also began to think of ways to seduce and finally get a chance to fuck my own sister. Time to live out another dark deep sexual fantasy.

Looking out from the hallway, she was fingering her pussy as she shuddered with an orgasm of her own, as she watched as her daughter and husband fucking in the living room. Her juices squirted out covering her hand as she too was a squirter, just like her daughter.

“Uh, okay, thanks.”

I went into the room and took off my clothes. It was a typical doctor’s examining room and I expected to sit there waiting for half an hour as is usually the case. But I was surprised that the door opened almost right away.

I fought the urge to cover up as another gorgeous woman walked into the room. She had on an extremely short skirt covered by a white lab coat. A stethoscope hung against her incredible breasts.

“Hi Jeff. I’m Dr. Hanson.”