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Rising Star (revised)

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Greetings, Readers.

The story below is a rewrite of one I posted on sexstoriespost.com long ago. I’d like to make it an illustrated story, as I've found very few actual illustrated stories on the web(and who doesn't like pictures with their stories!?) To that end, I’m looking for readers interested in representing characters in my story. As you read, if you think you resemble one the cha

My Girls

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It was one of the best summers I could remember for a long time. Even though it was at the expense of her "car accident", we had Victoria home with us for almost three weeks (she still had some "lingering pain" after two weeks!). The issue of the SUV accident was finally behind us. I had worried about that for a long time, without telling anyone. Three men hurt one of Victoria's babies, and two days later, they were dead? Too convenient. Not that I blamed her. I would have done it if she had not. She is probably better at it. However, we will never know now. Sure as little fishies, she isn't going t

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o tell me, if she does not even tell me whom she works for.

Even though Victoria and I had always been close, and had what I would call an ideal marriage, we had grown even closer in the last several months. Even though I had always known it, I was now completely confident that she would do anything for her family. She would always be there when she was really needed and it counted. It was crystal clear, even more so than before, that we were everything to her, the most important thing in her life. I had learned that we could be that, and she could still do her job. The two were not incompatible. I had also put aside the irritation I always felt about her job. She just couldn't tell me, and that was it. Not wouldn't - couldn't. She vowed not to lie to me anymore about anything. If she could not answer, she would just say she could not talk about it, and I vowed I would not pursue it anymore when she said that. I was touched the night she expressed to me how badly she had felt, even not being able to sleep at night, every time she lied to me. I think we loved each other more than we ever had, and that was saying a lot.

Cindi was getting better every day. She was getting more confident, although she was still leery about boys. I think that will continue until she falls in love with one, and finds out they are not all jerks. Probably someone a little older than her, more mature, more sensitive. That is what attracted her to me. One thing I am both happy and sad about - we are slowly phasing out our sexual relationship. Not deliberately, it just doesn't happen as often anymore; it isn't needed as much by her as it once was. We still get together occasionally and we still enjoy it tremendously, but it appears she really did just need it to get her over her bad memories. It just took much more than the one time she planned. I miss her that way - but we have also found that we are so close and love each other so much that just cuddling together on the couch or snuggling in bed is almost as good as sex. I have never been deprived, at least in quality if not in quantity, by my sex life with Victoria. Horniness or deprivation was never the reason for my actions with Cindi, but love and a desperate need on her part. In addition, it is doing wonders for the lingering guilty feeling I have always had. We have made no plans to stop completely, and may never, but it may also just stop all of its own accord. I think Cindi recognizes she is just not ready for a recurrent sexual relationship with anybody - she has come to agree with me that she is just too young.

I had always been a little closer to Amy that Cindi - no, that's not quite right. I was closer in a different way. That is still true, because as Cindi and I have gotten closer this summer, so have Amy and I. I have an even more profound respect and admiration for Amy since her performance during the episode with the cops. There is nothing like someone saving your life to make you trust them completely. Amy has a maturity, understanding, and wisdom well beyond her years, that Victoria, Cindi and I have come to trust explicitly. Yet she still maintains her ability to be a cute, giggly, wiggly 13 year old. She flicks back and forth like flipping a switch when it is needed, and it is obvious immediately when she changes hats. Her capacity to read and understand a situation, adapt to it, and read other peoples emotions and parts in it is uncanny. I sometimes wonder if she can read minds. But then, I decide she can't, or there are times I would be in big trouble!

Both the girls and I still enjoy immensely snuggling together in bed at night. Except for the occasional trysts with Cindi, there is little sexual content there, although there are times I wonder about Amy, but if it is there, neither of us dares to act on it. Somehow, the girls have concocted some kind of system of who is going to snuggle on what night. The nights that they both come in, it is obviously deliberate. There is no hiding of it as if it was wrong - they do it just as often when Victoria is around as not.

The girls are really heavily into cheerleading now, so that means, even more than before, constant presence of cute 13-14 year olds around all the time. They are all enjoyable - the one I enjoy the presence of most is Katie. She is almost as sweet as my girls are. Probably is as sweet, but I always give my girls the first place. She is around quite often, even staying overnight on a regular basis. She and her mother just do not have that much in common, and her mother has five other younger kids to raise, so it isn't really minded that much if she isn't around at home. Although Cindi and Amy are not all that close to her, she really likes Victoria and me, and the feeling is mutual. When I stay up late at night, and she is staying over, she will often come downstairs and snuggle up to me on the couch, or lie on the couch with her head in my lap, and watch TV. Or we will stay up for hours, just talking about anything and everything. Many nights she falls asleep with her head on my lap and I carry her into the spare bedroom to put her in bed. She and the girls are very good about somehow scheduling the time so that there is never a conflict with Katie when Amy or Cindi wants to cuddle or talk. I have never understood how females do that, seemingly without ever talking about it. She hasn't quite gotten to the point of talking about her father yet. The poor girl has been hurt very badly, and since she does not talk about that or her father, I sense they are related. I see some of the same signs in her as what Cindi went through. I hope I am wrong.

One interesting situation occurred over the summer with Amy that I found nerve wracking at the time it occurred about midway through the summer. The cheerleaders decided to host a get-together for all the girls and guys they knew, kind of like an informal party and dance. We really do not let Cindi or Amy formally date yet, but if it is an informal group with chaperones, etc, we will let them go. This one was not at our house, but was hosted at Laura's house, one of the 15-year-old cheerleaders. We debated on letting the girls go, since Laura's parents are not the best chaperones in the world, but we finally figured there would be enough other people there that it should be ok. They're not bad, just not as watchful sometimes as we are about the things teenagers will always try to get away with. We were not worried about our girls - just the idea they could be caught up in something if anything went wrong. Amy was excited about going; Cindi made it clear that she would not be there, for exactly the reasons we had questioned, and because she just was not ready for that much contact with boys yet. She decided to go to Elizabeth's house for the night, where a bunch of girls were gathering whose parents wouldn't let them go to the other gathering.

Amy had an 11:00 PM curfew time to be home. At 11:00 PM, the doorbell rang. Thinking Amy had forgotten her key, I answered the door to find Amy, drunk as a skunk, being held up by Cindi and Elizabeth's college age sister. Cindi quickly asked me to hear out what happened before I got mad and grounded Amy until her 40th birthday. They helped me get her in, and I laid her down on the couch and turned around to hear from the two girls why I should let her live! As I calmed down, I remembered that Amy never drank, did not like the taste of the stuff, so I knew there was some kind of story here. It turns out that someone had spiked one of the bowls of punch, and Amy did not know it. Amy loves punch. By the time anyone figured out what was going on, she could not walk by herself. It would be hard to tell if Amy is drunk till she starts losing motor control, since she's so outgoing in a group and acts drunk half the time anyway. Finally, someone called Cindi pick her up, since nobody dared to bring her home. Cindi said she would stay to take care of her, but I told her to go back to Elizabeth's house. There was no sense in ruining her night; I would take care of Amy.

The first thing I noticed was that she stunk! Sorry, Amy, but it's true. She or someone had spilled various drinks on her clothes, and, yuck, she had also apparently thrown up at least once and did not have her head in the ideal position, if you get my drift. Do you know what happens when you throw up in a toilet bowl with long hair? Sorry, maybe too graphic, huh? I decided the first thing was to get her cleaned up. It was too much for a washcloth and sink - it was in her hair and everything. In the shower you go, little girl. Since she was too unstable to go in alone, it looked like she was going to take a shower with Dad.

A drunk Amy loses all the maturity that people are so impressed with her about and just becomes a constantly giggling 13 year old that says and does bizarre things. Moreover, much to my consternation, she becomes much more interested in sexually oriented subjects. Can you tell this is an embarrassed father trying to talk about his daughter? She found it great fun, as I was holding her up and washing her, to play with the hair on my chest. Of course, this was hilariously funny and necessitated much giggling. Sigh. Then she discovered that if she ran her soapy fingers over my nipples, they would get hard, just like hers. Giggle, giggle, giggle. Lord, give me patience. Good thing I love this girl. Then, did you know that if you kiss Daddy, when he is not expecting it, you can stick your tongue in his mouth and he gasps in shock? That deserved a full fledge laugh. It also rated a slap on the butt for her by me, and a retaliatory turning off the hot water for a few seconds. Little drunk Amys shriek very loud in a cold shower. Hee hee. Then came the worst of all - she discovered that Daddy has a cock and balls (giggle, giggle), that (gasp) gets really big when it gets hard (she's never seen one before, so what does she know about big), as it does really quickly when you put cute soft little Amy hands on his cock and balls and rub them (yep, you guessed it - giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle etc.). I could not believe this! Sweet, innocent little Amy? I was going to have nightmares about this for years to come. I had to get her out of here quick, but it takes time to wash her long hair when she has vomit in it. I slapped her hands and told her to behave. Oh boy, telling a drunk Amy she can't have something she thinks is fun to play with. Not good even when she is sober, useless when she is drunk. Victoria! There are times when I hate your job! This should be you doing this.

I finally got her out. Then we had more fun. Drying off a drunk Amy. Oh goody! Since I am drying off her hair and upper body with both my hands, well of course that means she can play with Daddy's privates again, since he has no hands to stop her, right? That's the way things go in Amy's (drunk) world. Then, when I moved my hands down to her lower body to dry her, that means if you are Amy you are free to throw your hands around Daddy's neck and try that tongue kissing thing again. Finally, I said the hell with drying her, she can just sleep on wet sheets, so I picked her up and carried her into bed, laid her down, covered her up, kissed her cheek, moving fast before she decided to do the tongue thing again, and started to leave the room.

"Daddy? Would you sleep with me? I want to cuddle, I can't go to sleep."

Damn. How do you know? You have only tried for 7 seconds! Did I say she was my favorite? I think she just slipped two points below the jerk, cop #1! Just kidding.

I crawled into bed and snuggled up behind her, with my arm around her waist. Go to sleep, Amy.

Then, after a few minutes, she started crying.

"Amy, what's wrong?"

"Why did they do all those awful things to Cindi, Daddy? It was terrible. And she saved me, Daddy. She let them do it to save me. Why did she do that, Daddy? It wasn't fair. She is so sweet and never was mean to anyone and they made her do those awful things, and it hurt her so much. And it was all because of me. I tease her all the time and called her a bitch when she was hurting so bad and I did not even know she sucked cocks to save me. How can I ever make that up to her?" she sobbed.

"Amy, honey, did you watch that movie when you found it?"

"Y... y... yes. Please don't be mad at me." Damn. Why did I forget about that thing? I wish I had remembered to throw it out like I meant to.

"Honey, she did those things because she loves you. I think you would have done the same for her if you had to. They did it because they were bad boys. And they paid the price for it. You make it up to Cindi by loving her, and being nice to her, just as you always do. Honey, Cindi likes your teasing, just as we all do. Her fun is in not letting you know that."

"Daddy, will you make love to me tonight?"

"No, honey, I won't. You're drunk, and you don't know what you are asking."

"Daddy, did Mommy kill those boys, because they hurt one of her babies?"

Before I could answer, I heard her snoring gently. "I don't know, Amy" I lied, whispering, and got up and went into the living room.

The next day was Saturday, so, fortunately, Amy could sleep late. She slept so late that she missed cheerleader practice for the first time in her life. Cindi went anyway. She woke up a little after noon, and came looking for me. Since I had given up on drying her off, she had slept in wet hair, and it was frightful looking, sticking out everywhere. When she came into the room, I took one look at her, and screamed "Monster, Monster!" and jumped behind the couch, peering out around the edge. She did not think it was funny at all. She gave me a dirty look and said "Very funny, DAD!"

I asked her how she was feeling. I will not repeat her answer. Amazing how she can give a non-repeatable answer and not say a single bad word. Then she climbed up into my lap, and hid her face in my shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I'm so embarrassed."

"You didn't know the punch was spiked, honey."

"I don't mean for that. I mean for last night in the shower, and in bed." She was red now. "I'm sorry for the things I said and did, Daddy".

"It's ok, sweetie. Everybody does embarrassing things when they are drunk. Remember that."

She hid her head in my neck, looking the other way in acute embarrassment.

"Daddy, did I really ask you to make love to me last night?" She whispered softly.

I moved her head, holding it between my hands, and made her look at me.

"Amy, you and your Mom are the two most beautiful women I know. If I were 20 years younger and not your dad, I would have been proud last night to be the first one to make love to you. Make that just not being your Dad. I wouldn't care about the age difference."

I must have said something right, because she just beamed, lighting up the whole room. Then the true Amy came back. She grinned at me.

"Who said you would have been my first?"

Brat! She said it just as I was drinking, and I spit my drink all over the place. She laughed hysterically.

"You are just too easy!" I tickled her until her head hurt. Serves her right. Suddenly I was embarrassed. That does not happen often with me.

"Would I... would I have been your first?" I asked quietly. Why are you asking this? Do you really want to know?

She looked at me shyly for a second, then reached out and touched my cheek softly. "Poor Daddy. Its hard being a parent, isn't it? Especially to a smart-assed, genius kid like me." She smiled at me sweetly. "You know me, Daddy. You already know the answer to that. Yes, it is the answer you are hoping for. But thank you for asking. I love you, Daddy."

Of course, my little smart-assed genius kid always has to have the last laugh. She grinned impishly.

"But, of course, the day is yet young! And you may not know me as well as you think you do!" Snot. I tickled her until she cried for mercy.

Amy spent the entire day cuddled on the couch with me. Snuggling, or lying with her head on my lap, dozing. Just about every position she could think of to try to get comfortable. It was a nice day. I bet she has learned her lesson about drinking. Poor little thing. It was a wonderful day, one of the best I'd had. She did get sick one more time during the day. You do not realize how much you love someone, or how much he or she trusts and loves you, until you hold their head, holding their hair out of the way, while they puke their guts out. Afterwards, she lay on my lap, sighing contentedly and dozing as I softly rubbed her stomach, then her temples, trying to make her feel better. The smiles she lit up the room with as I stroked her were well worth holding her head while she puked. I did not even ask what the impish little grin was about. I did not think I wanted to know! I wondered if it had anything to do with the soft, gentle trailing of my fingertips up the inside of her leg. Once. I did not dare do it again. Amy slept with me that night. I don't think either of us moved or stopped cuddling all night long.

Sunday, Amy stayed home from practice again. When Cindi told me she was going alone again, I went in to check on Amy again. She said she still felt "yucky". I love these scientific terms, just loaded with hard data that makes it all clear what she means. She threw up again, and seemed to have a mild fever, and felt weak all over. Hmm. Seemed to be more than a hangover. Monday I offered to stay home with her, as she was still sick; had a sore throat now, too, but she said to go on, she would be fine. I called her several times during the day; she said she was ok, but it wasn't the perky Amy I normally talk to. I called her just before I left for home, but she did not answer. Asleep, I guess.

When I got home, I went to see how she was, not wanting to call out and disturb her if she was asleep. I found her on her bed, lying on her back, she and the bed soaked in sweat. She was tossing fitfully in her sleep, mumbling incoherently. I went in and touched her forehead. She was burning up. I thought I would change her out of her sweaty nightclothes; see if I could make her more comfortable. When I unbuttoned her top, and opened it up to take it off, I saw the red rash on her chest and stomach, and my blood ran cold. I checked her pulse - rapid and thready. Respiration shallow. This was not good. I quickly got a cold washrag and put it on her forehead, then went into the living room and dialed the emergency room at the hospital. Because they knew who I am, I would get better service by calling the ED rather than 911. When they answered the emergency line, I identified myself.

"I need an ambulance immediately, this is a medical emergency. I have a case of suspected severe systemic septicemia. Please hurry." I gave them my address; they said one would be there in less than five minutes and they would notify the doctors that we were coming in.

I then called Rebecca's house, and asked her mom to take Cindi over to her house when she picked her and Rebecca up after practice. I would call her later. She could tell by my voice that something was wrong, but she could also tell that now was not the time to ask.

Almost immediately after I hung up, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics looked at her, stuck a thermometer in her mouth, started an IV, and moved her to the ambulance. We were at the hospital in five minutes.

Hospital emergency rooms are not designed for the comfort of visitors. They are designed for treating patients. They are variably effective at that. However, they are really designed to treat critically ill patients, and when that patient is a particularly well liked child of a staff member, they excel beyond all expectations. They wheeled her in, checked her vital signs, and immediately carted her off to MICU. I did not even know she had gone upstairs, until I was finished talking to the ER staff.

"Can I see her now?" I asked.

"I'm sorry; she has been moved to MICU already." She gave me the doctor's name.

When I got up to the ICU, I looked up the doctor.

"How is she?"

"We will know better once we have some test results back. We started her on some wide spectrum antibiotics and some medicines to try to stabilize her heartbeat, blood pressure and respiration, and are trying to bring her fever down a little. She's a very sick girl." I asked to see her chart He showed me what they had so far, and I'm sure my face must have turned pale.

"Are you all right?"

"Can I see her?"

"Yes. Try to stay out of the way. I can't guarantee she will know you are there, though."

I went in to see her. She looked awful. She had IV's in both arms, monitors hooked up everywhere, and I could tell they would soon be putting her on a ventilator. I went over to her bed, took her hand, and held it.

She squeezed my hand! I bent down, and kissed her forehead, and she opened her eyes.

"Hi Daddy," she said weakly. "I'm sorry I am so much trouble and scared you. You know me, I will do anything for attention and to get out of school, "she teased.

"Bah! You'll have to try harder than that to get my attention," I said bravely. "A little touch of the flu, you'll be back home tomorrow."

"Liar," she whispered. "Have you called Mommy yet? You had better get her here. Cindi too." The nurse appeared and said she needed to put the ventilator mask on. "I love you, Daddy," she breathed.

"I love you too, Sweetie", I said, and left the room.

I went out into the waiting room, and then went to the nursing station. I asked to use a phone. One of the nurses, looked up, recognized me, took one look at my face, and led me to the nurses' private room. She asked the two nurses in there to please go use the conference room, set a phone in front of me, told me to buzz her if I needed anything, and left, shutting the door. I put my head down, wiped a few tears out of my eyes, and made a phone call. Then I called Victoria.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Hi!" She said happily. "This is a pleasant surprise! How are you?"

"Ok."

Pause. "What's wrong?" she asked concern in her voice.

"Amy's sick"

"Is she ok?"

"Victoria, you need to come home right now. Immediately."

She did not ask unnecessary questions. "I don't know how soon I can get a flight out of here."

"Don't worry about that. Where are you?" She told me where she was staying. Good. Right where I thought she would be. I already knew, without looking that up, where the nearest base was.

"There is a helicopter waiting at the hospital across the street from you. Go to the Emergency room, and ask for the director. Identify yourself. They will fly you to the base outside town. When you get there, identify yourself to Captain Jensen. He will meet you at the pad. They have a jet waiting for you. Do not bring any luggage with you; there will not be room for anything else. There will be a helicopter waiting at the Base here for you, to bring you to the hospital. Oh, and Victoria, if you have eaten, better ask for an airsick bag if you get sick on high speed military jets."

"Honey - what's going on? You're scaring me." The tremor in her voice verified that.

"Just get here, Victoria. Get going now. We will talk when you get here," I said, my voice breaking.

"Bye. I love you," she said, and hung up.

Next, I called Rebecca's house. Cindi answered the phone on the first ring.

"Daddy" she said, as soon as she knew it was me. "What's wrong with Amy? She is not home, and you are not home. She's sick and in the hospital, isn't she?" She sounded really upset.

"Cindi, how do you know Amy is sick and in the hospital?"

"I can just feel it. Rebecca's mom will drive me down there. Amy wants to see me and I want to see her, too". She sounded like she would be crying any minute.

"Honey, why don't you get a good night's sleep, and I will pick you up in the morning and bring you down here to see her".

"No! I am coming tonight. Daddy, she's not ok," she whispered. "I'll be there as soon as I can," she said and she hung up. I sat there listening to a dial tone. What a strange conversation.

I went in and checked on Amy again. She squeezed my hand when I held hers, but could not talk well because of the ventilator. She looked scared. I squeezed her hand and told her I loved her. She smiled and looked a little better. I just sat there with her for about an hour, holding her hand and talking to her. About an hour and a half after I talked to Victoria, I heard what sounded like a sonic boom. Amy opened her eyes and looked up at me. Victoria's here, I thought.

"That's Mommy. She'll be here in a few minutes." Amy smiled and mouthed thank you. I told her Cindi should be here shortly, too. She smiled more at that.

About 15 minutes later, I saw Victoria and Cindi walk into the ICU. They had apparently seen each other in the lobby as they walked in. I went out to meet them. A nurse was moving to intercept them, probably to tell Victoria that Cindi could not come in to visit - there were minimum age restrictions in the ICU. She was a new nurse that did not know any of us. I walked up to her to try to head off a scene. I really did not want someone telling Victoria she could not bring Cindi in. The way Cindi looked, I was not sure who would explode first.

"It's ok. She can come in. She's her twin sister."

"I'm sorry, but..."

"We're going in", I interrupted her. "Go get the hospital administrator. If he wants to throw her out, tell him to come see me." We turned around and walked towards Amy's room. Victoria looked at me with a strange look on her face.

"I've never been in an F-15, flying on afterburners across the country before. In flight refueling is a little scary".

I ignored her, and took them in to see Amy. They ran up to her, and hugged and kissed. Cindi looked briefly shocked at how Amy looked, and then she blanked her facial expression. The nurse said she would take off the ventilator mask for a while, and put a nose clip on instead.

Amy smiled weakly at Cindi.

"It's ok, I know I look terrible."

They all hugged, cried and kissed for a while, and then the doctor and nurse came in.

"I have the test results. Let's go somewhere where we can talk."

"No. I want to hear what you have to say," Amy said.

"I'm staying too," said Cindi. The doctor looked at Victoria and I, and we just shrugged. We were going to tell them what he said, anyway.

"And tell it to me straight; I don't want any BS. I understand your jargon," Amy stated emphatically.

"Ok", he sighed. "Your daughter is a very critically ill girl. She has a systemic infection throughout her whole body. So far, the antibiotics have not made much headway. It may be viral, in which case the antibiotics are not going to do any good anyway. There are signs the infection may be starting to affect many of her organs. Her blood pressure is beginning to fluctuate, her urine output is dropping, and her liver enzymes are showing a mild increase, along with her heart enzymes. If we cannot get it under control, her organs will begin to shut down. We will know more in the next 12 hours. We can do little else. If we don't get some improvement in the next 12 hours, the chances of survival are not good."

Well, she wanted it straight. Cindi and Victoria look like they were in shock. I was marginally better, but only because I knew this was what I was going to hear. Amy, surprisingly, looked calmer than she was before.

"What is causing this?" Victoria asked.

"About one in a million times, a relatively harmless virus, influenza or a cold virus, something like that, suddenly goes out of control. We don't know why it happens." As we talked, Amy seemed to drift off to sleep. I looked at the monitors and realized she was probably unconscious. I could see the nurse and doctor recognized it too.

"That's it?" Cindi finally exploded. "All this modern medicine and drugs, and you're telling us that you can't do anything and unless something changes all by itself, she is going to die?" She was yelling now, tears pouring down her face. "That's it?"

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry, my ass! If you cannot do anything, then get the fuck out of here! Both of you! GET OUT! NOW!" she screamed.

"Cindi!" I started. Victoria tried to hug her, but she refused to be held. She just looked at the doctor and nurse, and pointed her finger at the door. They stood there, stunned, and when they didn't move, she shoved them towards the door. "GET OUT!" she screamed again.

"I think maybe we should leave for awhile. We will be back later." They headed for the door.

Victoria and I stood there, in shock. At Amy's prognosis. At Cindi's outburst. At everything. We were openly crying ourselves. Amy was fortunately oblivious to it all.

Cindi walked over to us, and held our hands in hers.

"Mom? Dad? Do you love me?" she whispered.

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Chapter 3



After I cried myself out, I began to think about what I had seen, and what it meant. I now knew why poor little Cindi had been acting so strange. She did not want me to touch her - I could not blame her for shying away from all men, even though it hurt to be classed with those animals. But maybe I should be, after enjoying what I had seen. Let me be perfectly clear on this point - I was not turned on at all by the fact that she was forced and raped. I was glad that still horrified me - I do not know that I could have lived with myself if I had been turned on by that. No, it was just the sight of her pretty little body, and the response of her body as she came, seeing her for the first time as a female, that turned me on.

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ould see why she was fighting with Amy. Unfair as it may be, she was blaming Amy for many of the things that had happened to her. She had to suck cock, and swallow cum to protect Amy. She had to rub balls, when she would rather have died than do all those things, to protect Amy from being raped. In her upset state of mind, she did not realize that a) she would have been raped anyway. They just would have raped Amy also, or if that was a bluff, just forced Cindi to do it anyway. I suspect threatening to take Amy was a bluff - they just were turned on by making her give in and do it of her "own free will". b) She made the choice to protect Amy. I will always have a special love for Cindi for protecting my little Amy like that, but it was not Amy's fault. She had nothing to do with it.

My problem now was what to do about the whole situation. Obviously, I felt we should go to the boys' parents and the police, but I felt that had to wait, since my wife was out of town (again!). God, there were times I hated her job, whatever it was! However, this had happened at least two weeks before, so another day or two was not going to matter. A bigger problem was how to go to the police about it and how to talk to Cindi about it without using the tape. She was traumatized enough - I really did not want her to know that her rape had been videotaped and god knows who had seen it. Even worse, her daddy had seen it. I could not do that to her, if I could possibly find another way. I suspected it had not been widely viewed by the boys at school, or some of her friends would have known. Some of those girls knew everything that happened - it was uncanny. However, someone other than the original boys had obviously seen it - it was unlikely they had delivered the tape to me. In addition, was this the original, or a copy? As good as the quality was, I suspected it was the original, but I did not know. I had to do something about that - I could not stand the thought of my baby finding out through some sick locker room gossip that her rape had been recorded

As often is the case when there seems to be no clear way to go, an opportunity presented itself the same day to deal with the situation with Cindi. That evening, Cindi and Amy had another fight. This one was bad enough that it finally even got to sweet, gentle Amy, who never got upset about anything. I heard the whole thing, and again it was Cindi that started it. That made sense to me now. Amy got so mad, she stomped out of the room, yelled, "Go to hell, bitch!", and slammed the door. I thought poor Amy was going to die when she stomped into the living room and saw me sitting there looking at her. What you have to understand about Amy is that she is the original goody two shoes. Except with her, it is all genuine. Until that day, I had never heard Amy say a bad word, even "damn" or "hell". I didn't even know she knew such words, much less "bitch". I doubt her mouth was capable of saying, "fuck", if she even knew the word. She stopped dead in her tracks, with a look of horror on her face, turned bright red, mumbled "I'm sorry, Daddy", and then announced she'd had enough and she was going over to Rebecca's house, three doors down. Then she very quietly walked out of the house, closing the door softly behind her.

I waited about 10 minutes for things to calm down, and then I called Cindi into the room to talk to her. She walked in belligerent, angry, snotty, with a chip on her shoulder, and said "WHAT?!?" She knew she was in trouble, as she was just as shocked by Amy's outburst as I had been. At first, I was mad, that she would act that way to me, but immediately I was sorry for that reaction, and my heart just melted for this poor little girl and what she had gone through. I called her over to me, and when she stomped close enough to me, I reached over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her onto my lap, wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her. I first saw the surprise in her eyes, as she was sure she was going to be chewed out, not hugged. Then she tried to pull out of my arms, but I would not let her go. She looked at me with moist eyes and said, "Please let go of me, Dad". I thought I would stop breathing when she said that, but I held on to her and asked her "What's wrong, Cindi?"

"Nothing", she replied. "Why do you think something is wrong?"

"Well", I replied, "it could be that you have been a total bitch to Amy tonight. It could be that you have been that way for about two weeks now, or it could be that you will not even let your daddy touch you, who loves you more than he can even tell you. Which one do you want to pick?"

"Dad (Oh god, when did I become dad instead of daddy?), Amy is such a snot, I am so tired of..."

"Cindi", I interrupted, "Cut the bullshit. I heard the whole thing tonight, as well as several over the last two weeks. You have started every one. Now, are you going to tell me what is going on?"

She gave me a glare that would have put me in the grave if looks could kill, and said nothing. I shrugged my shoulders, smiled, and said, "You know, Cindi, I haven't gotten to cuddle with you for two weeks, and I've really missed it. If you want to sit here on my lap all night, that is fine with me. I'm rather enjoying holding you, but I am not letting you go until you talk to me".

Suddenly, the dam broke. She laid her head on my shoulder, and cried, sobbing her little heart out. I held her, stroked her hair, and told her how much I loved her. I did not tell her it was going to be ok, because I knew it might never be ok for my little girl again. She sobbed her heart out for 15 minutes or so, not seeming to be able to stop. Finally, she wiped her tears on my shirt, looked at me, and wailed "Oh, god, daddy, I don't want to be a slut, I don't want to be a whore!" She started to cry again.

When she stopped crying again, I asked her what was wrong. What did she mean by what she said? She said, "Oh daddy, I'm so ashamed", and then, haltingly, began to tell me what had happened to her two weeks ago. I played ignorant, not letting on I knew all about it. That might seem cruel, making her relive it when I could have saved her the time, but I felt it was important to get her to talk. I still could not let her know I had seen her "shame". I might have lost her forever if I let her know that. She told it straight down the line, even about how she could not stop the orgasms. She cried as she told me how hard she had tried to keep her body from responding, but she just could not help it. As she talked, I began to realize that she thought she was a slut and a whore because her body had responded.

I explained very carefully how it was possible for a male who knew what they were doing to make a female have an orgasm whether she wanted to or not. I told her that did not make her a slut. I told her that she had been raped, and that nothing her body did after she said no changed that. I spent a lot of time holding her, letting her know she was loved, that not all men were like that, and that it was not her fault. After quite awhile, she began to believe me. Then I started to work on the other problem.

"Cindi, you need to stop blaming Amy for what happened to you".

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are, honey. I am so proud of you for protecting her, and I will always love you in a special way for what you sacrificed to protect her, but she had nothing to do with it and it was not her fault. You have been being mean to her because they used threatening her to get you to cooperate, and you blame her for that. It's not fair". Her eyes got very big, and she said, "Am I really doing that?" We talked it out for a while, and then we just cuddled for quite awhile, with her on my lap, her head on my shoulder, and our arms around each other. I thought she had gone to sleep; she was so relaxed in my arms.

When the front door opened, Cindi immediately sat up as Amy walked in. I saw Amy's eyes open wide as she saw Cindi sitting in my lap, so obviously the opposite from the way she had been lately. Then Cindi jumped up, ran over to Amy, threw her arms around her in a tight hug, and started crying.

"Oh, god, Amy, I'm so sorry, I've been so mean to you, I love you so much, please forgive me, I know it wasn't your fault, I'm sorry". She kept asking her to forgive her and saying she was sorry. Amy looked at me over Cindi's shoulder, confusion in her eyes, and mouthed to me "what??" I mouthed back "just go with it", and she shrugged her shoulders and hugged Cindi back, telling her it was ok, she loved her too. Then they went into the other room together, and I slumped back down on the couch, breathing a big sigh of relief, totally exhausted. I knew we, and Cindi, were not out of the woods yet. One hour or two of talking was not going to solve all of Cindi's problems, but at least, for the first time since I saw that movie, I was beginning to have hope.

MUM LIKED TO PLAY

itsonlyfun on Taboo Stories

 Mum liked to play.

 That is with my dick. But now its mutual.

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 This started way back and has matured over the years. As a start to this tale,I'll format slightly. We lived on a very desolate moor,me and mum that is. I'm not sure even if I officially existed. But this has no relevance in this tale. Any teaching needed I received from mum,hence this is one such subject she taught me.

 Mum was everything to me and I to her. From as far back as I can remember,I enjoyed what this is about. Way,Way back mum had,when giving me a bath,paid special attention to my little dicky. Always she would tell me a

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s she pulled my foreskin back from my little knob,how important it was to wash under this skin. Everytime the tightness of my skin would stiffen my little penis. She'd giggle at this and playfully pull it to and fro as her eyes glittered with excitement at my little dick quickly hardening.

 Each time in mocked shock she'd jump back as it made my little stiffy piss over her wrist or up her arm,depending on how she was holding it. All very kiddish. Then as I reached puberty,I didn't question it as she still got me hard in the bath and pulled at my foreskin each time. But,now a new sensation followed her playing,I felt tingling in my penis and a sensation in the sinews on the insides of my thigh's. She'd rub at me with my hardened cock laying in her palm with the underpart gently rubbing along her wrist. The cord at this point made my cock tingle with the friction as it slid backwards and forward until her wrist had a slippery sheen covering of love juice along it.

 This slipperyness lessened the friction,but as I started to unintentionally fuck at her hand,she'd tighten her fingers and thumb on my penis and gripping tightly go faster and faster making me unintentionally dry fuck at her hand until I had the most exciting sensation in my lower body and especially along the length of my penis. "Not ready yet then" I wasn't sure what or why whatever it was wasn't ready as she'd observed. I just looked forward to this a couple of times a week. But now I also looked forward to watching mum bath. At first I wasn't sure why as I'd never took any notice in all the years before puberty. I especially liked watching my mum's normally curly pussy pubes,hang free or sticking to her skin all straight when soaking wet. Yeah,I had pubes by this time but I assumed because there were less of them,they quickly became curly again as I stood up in the bath. But mum's didn't until she towelled them dry.

 Another change had happened,up until now mum had had her clothes on when doing what I've just relayed here. But over the last couple of weeks I observed less clothes,that is all she wore was a very revealing bra' and a less revealing pair of knicker's. I commented about this,but she just answered, "You're bigger now and make bigger splashes" These past couple of weeks remained the same until at a weekend moment,mum started her usual playing. Then as she stiffened my much larger penis, "This time young man,I've got a feeling about this one" She looking at my cock,kissed it on the tip. She's never done that before! "Yeah,something tells me this is the day for it"

 By now I was already getting worked up with her wanking at my cock. I'd spent much of my time at night wanking myself as well as mum's playing but it,while giving me immense orgasm's left me with just a sticky ended cock. I knew from the various animals around,that something was missing,I hadn't shot off sperm like they did,especially the rams and our dog. He never seemed to stop shooting off. Mum seen to that as well.

 So I got excited and as my ass started dry fucking at mum's hand,I found my mind and eyes focused on mum's tits wobbling around like two jellies. On glancing up she realising I was studying her tit's,increased the speed of the tossing she was giving my hardon. "Go on son,make it cum,cum on then,go on,cum over my tits you little fucker,go on,do it" This talking had me trying to keep pace with the speed of mum's hand. Then she stopped for a second to change hand's. 'No mum,don't stop now,use your normal hand,you're going to slow with this one' She in a second changed hands and with it,her stance.

 Now with her body sat on one calf and her other leg spread to balance her, my eyes were looking at her cunt showing from one knicker leg. She doubled her effort,unaware I was thinking the most filthy thought about my cock and her cunt. With a fearful force my orgasm shot my first shot of spunk past my mothers face to land somewhere beyound her shoulder. "Yes,I knew you would" In that instant she stopped and fiercely jerked at my cock somemore. Now kneeling she wanked my cock with fury. I thrust at her hand and saw shot after shot splat onto her trembling breasts.

 She eventually stopped the wanking as I stood feeling totally elated but with my legs all wobbly. I had a sensation now as mum squeezed my cock pressing the last of my first spunking up the tube. With her face only inches from my penis,her eyes met mine. "Shall I? can I? lick that is" I nodded an affirmative. Another sensation,tingled through me as her tongue,at first licked over the end,then gripped around me with her mouth and sucked just enough to gather all my residue. On swallowing this, "That was fucking salty,worse than the mutts" Her wanking hand now wiped my offering on her tits across the jelly like mamary's and with no further ado she licked at all that remained on her hand's. "Yes,much more salty"

 It had never occured to me,that mum would try licking the mutt as she called him. I knew she wanked him and knew he licked her,but that was all. That same mutt now barking and scratching at the back door. "Stupid dog! he knows something's going on" - "Go away,I'm busy,you stupid dog" The scratching continued. On stepping out of the bath,mum squeezed my ass a bit. "I'm real pleased,you've got there. When you've wiped,come in to me,I've been waiting along time for this" I looked at her, 'You're going to,you're going to let me,aren't you?' "Hurry and wipe,before you catch your death of cold" 

 Death of cold,my eye. Mum's going to let me fuck her,just like mutt wants too. As she entered the bedroom I saw her pull her knicker's down and pop her bra' Hardly bothering to wipe I was into her room in a flash. She had already got on the bed. "I know you want to do this,don't you? - 'Yes' - well,seeing you've arrived,I mean you're a man now,how would you be with sleeping in here from now on?" 'What about mutt?' "Don't worry about him,I'm sure I can manage you and him being in here"

 Many times I'd seen mutt doing mum with his tongue and her to him,what mum had just done to me. Mutt's tongue had finished mum,always in the same way. "Get off and get out of here,no you can't,not until he has" This had always been lost on me,I'd been much more interested in watching mum nearly fall off the bed with her orgasm,then quietly shoo mutt out. While I unobtrusively dragged him by his collar when with a lot of purple cock available mum had rejected his offer to give her it. Mum knew I watched her,but no comment between us was ever made. Later she'd go down and flip him till his cum shot everywhere,commenting. "Not yet,like me you'll have to wait till he's ready"

 I realised I was ready now. I looked at mum. "Should we let him in?or do we do it alone" 'Alone,its my first time' "Watch what I do,I'll let you try,later,but when I say now,get on me and do what you do to my hand when I've been wanking you off" Mum started to masterbate herself and I watched intensely. Yeah I'd watched before but always at a distance,I'd many times watched mutt lick her but never this close up. Her pussy looked very big to me,but also very beautiful as it wriggled and wobbled to mum's tormenting fingers. Being so close I could see the hard bit mum had peeled her hoodlike skin from,just like she peeled my foreskin back. Now with finger and thumb,she tormented this hard clitoris while it dropped back under its hood,until she went crazy. Now,just like she'd done to my prick,she worked at her quim in excited spasms.

 All sorts of little noises emmited from her as she started to orgasm. "NOW! NOW! Get on me,quick now,do mee!" I clambered across my mum's body and as she fumbled for my cock she kept up her remoreless masterbating. "Push it in me,AAAGH! Hard, FUCK ME HAAARD! THAT'S IT,HARDER,HARRRDDDER!" Caught up in the moment,I fucked her brains out as she told me after we both calmed down from our orgasm. 'And again mum! Do you want me some more' "Yeah,I felt you cum in me,I'm Oh! So proud of you,you can cum now,lovely salty,Oh so salty new cum" She gripped round me,hugging me so tight I could hardly breath. I brought us back to another orgasm with even more cum shot up my mum's quim. Another lot of hugging.

 I lay listening to mutt scratching furiously at the back door. Mum lay on her back as I felt just how wet her quim now was. 'Shall I? Let him in mum,we'll have no door left in a minute' after a while, "Must we? I'm completely satisfied really. Go on then if you must" I realised that she knew she'd indicated earlier,she would do so,to let me to see it. I was gone,I felt so elated,I just wanted sex,any kind of sex. By the time Mutt beat me too her bedroom,mum had moved herself,now letting her ass hanging at the edge of the mattress,with her legs dangling to the floor.

 Mutt was straight at her,his nose hit her pussy,mum jerked, "fuck,go steady,your nose is freezing" Mutt now settled into a routine he obviously knew well. I looked as he licked at mum's quim,the soft tissue flicking around as his tongue persued each bit of flavour and I watched as each time some of my brand new cum seeped from mum,he dug his tongue deep into her for more. I loved the way her ass jerked at these time's and she was forced to hide her clitoris with the flat of her hand while panting, "He's getting me near again"

 Pulling herself open wide now,he brought her to a staggering orgasm. Mutt in turn tried to get up on her. "Drag him out,I'll see to him later,GET HIM AWAY, let him out again quick,I don't want to look at him right now" I done as she asked. I felt disappointed though,his red cock done a strange thing for me,I wanted mum to fuck him. 'Mum,he wanted to fuck you like I did' Quietly, "I know,I was near to letting him,now I got you here while I do it" 'You haven't before then?' "No,I'll show you why sometime,but no,I haven't you got me bloody close just then though,that's why I said get him out,I was weakening like hell"

 Why is a another story. So that's it for now!  Oh! Except,I haven't slept in my own bed for years now.

My cock and my dog.

Dowtie on Taboo Stories

This all happened just recently. I was outside smoking and my my dog stays in the back yard were i smoke. Well one day while i was out there she did something she never has done before. She came up between my legs and was smelling my crotch area as she did this i thought "wow i wonder what that toungue feels like" so. I unzipped my fly of my pants and pulled my dick out (rock hard) and she started to lick all over it it felt so good. After a few minutes of that i got completely naked and rock hard outside she licked and licked just the head which was so good. She made me cum really hard going all over her face and toungue. But after this i decided "if she made me feel good then i should do it to her" so i did we went inside i rubbed vaseline on my cock and all over her asshole and pussy.

sleeping beauty

jimbrck on Taboo Stories

My first experience of being a pervert was quite interesting. I was living with a friend, and he decided he needed to move away for work. So I decided to live with my girlfriend and her family until I found a place to stay. First of all, her sister was a hottie, along with her mother.

One evening, we all fell asleep in the lounge. I could only smoke in dawn and Jessica’s room which they shared. Jessica looked uncomfortably, so I decided to wake her up and ask if she wanted to go up to bed and be more comfortable. She said yes, but was way too tired to move. So I said I would carry her up the stairs for her. As I picked her up and carried her, I realized my hand was on her ass. I tried to not think of

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it, as she was only 16, but I always thought she had the nicest ass. As I laid her into bed, she rolled on her stomach and my hand was trapped. I slowly pulled my hand out and brushed my fingers against her breasts and found a nipple between my fingers. I was quick, too afraid she might notice what I was doing. So I decided I should not go the extra step and let my urges to touch her go.

So I decide to open the window and smoke a cigarette. As I was almost done, she rolled onto her back, legs slightly open. I waited a good fifteen minutes and made sure she was asleep. I just stared at her luscious body. She was 5’2” tall, dirty blonde hair, about a b cup bra size, and had the most beautiful ass I have ever seen. She was wearing blue cut off sweat shorts that were nice and tight on her. I stared as my cock started to move around, wanting to be released. So I sat next to her on the bed and just stared at her pussy. The shorts were tight, so I was able to see the outline of her pussy lips. I imagined what they looked like, and how her pussy tasted. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I was only looking this time, and the breast incident was by accident, at first.

I was wearing flannel pajamas, so I was able to pull my cock through the slit. I just squeezed right below the head really hard, pumping the blood to the head of my cock got closer to her. I was lying next to her, with my cock in my hand, and I could hear her breathing. Her breath smelled sweet and nice. I stared at her face now, wishing I could kiss those lips. I really wanted to rub my cock all over her face and lips, but I knew that would be too much. So I sped up my pace and I must of made some noise, because she almost woke up, but she turned on her side with her beautiful ass facing me! It was so nice and tight. Since she wasn’t wearing panties, I was able to see how the shorts formed to the crack of her ass.

I knew what I was about to do was risky, but I was so turned on by this little tease. I put my dick away and slowly moved my face to within an inch of her ass. I was able to smell her pussy ands I got close to her crotch. The smell gave me the biggest hard on I ever had in my life. I started to lick her through her shorts very gently. I only had the nerve to do this for a moment and I got scared and moved my head away.

I wasn’t satisfied. I needed to touch that pussy I have been lusting after for the last hour. So I got brave and started to massage her butt a little. She did not budge. So I decided to go a little further and stuck my finger between her pussy and started to rub it. I didn’t care anymore. I rubbed it harder and felt the heat coming from her pussy. I found her clit and she moved a little bit. Now I was hoping she would wake up. But she did not and I started to feel her shorts were getting soaked! Her legs were kind of closed, so I wasn’t able to go down her shorts or up them to feel the real thing.

I decided I could not take it anymore as my cock was throbbing really hard now. I slowly get off the bed and went back downstairs. The creek in the stairs woke up my girlfriend dawn and asked what I was doing up. I said I was smoking a cigarette as usual. She thought nothing of it because I did that all the time.

I was now really thinking of Jessica as I was talking to dawn. I said I wanted to fuck and she always obliged to when I wanted it. I stood her up, bent her over and fucked her wet pussy furiously thinking of what I had just been doing to her sister. I came within minutes all over her ass and I was still so turned on when I went to the toilet to clean myself off, I jerked my cock again. I came less than last time, but it was still good.

I went to sleep that night thinking of how I can see and taste, and more importantly fuck Jessica’s very beautiful wet little pussy.

The next day, I found a little surprise and had a raging hard on within seconds………………………………...

My Girls Chapter 12

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Warning! This chapter is in parts very intense, sad, and shocking. I hope you will all continue to read the story; it is necessary for where the story is going. This chapter was very hard to write - I hope you will all realize as we go along that it is not shock just for shock value.


Cindi walked over to us, and held our hands in hers.

"Mom? Dad? Do you love me?" she whispered.

"Cindi, you know we do," I answered for us, wondering why she felt she had to ask.

"Mom? Dad? Do you love me? Please, you have

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to say it. Please."

I squeezed her hand, and the memory of the time we had made love, with our climax being like a spring rainstorm, and the feeling as we basked in the joy and beauty afterwards came unbidden into my mind. I wanted to smile, but it was a little hard under the circumstances.

"I love you, Cindi. I think you know how much," I told her. She smiled at me, a special smile, squeezed my hand in return, and said "thank you" and I realized with a sense of shock and wonder that she had seen that image go through my mind.

"I love you too, Cindi, more than I have shown you and more than I can possibly tell you," Victoria answered. I saw the look on her face as she had the same experience I did; the realization in her mind that Cindi did know. We looked at each other in confusion; what was going on here? Cindi was speaking again.

"Mom, Dad, I know I'm not good at a lot of things, like Amy, she's like a superwoman or something, but please, Mom, Dad, please, would you trust me this time, please trust me, that I can do this? Please? For Amy's sake? Please?" She seemed calm now; there were tears in her eyes, but they were not tears of fear or rage now.

She looked so intense; I had to do what I could for her. Victoria looked at me, and she nodded slightly to me.

"We trust you, honey. Do what you can." I had no idea what I was telling her to do, or why, but if it helped her deal with what was coming, I would do it. I just was not sure how I was going to deal with what was coming.

She looked down, closed her eyes, and whispered, "One more time, Mom and Dad, and really believe it this time, for Amy's sake, you love me and you trust me." She seemed to be concentrating, and suddenly I felt a wash of love and trust pour through me. I heard Victoria gasp, and knew she felt the same.

Then Cindi led us over to Amy's bed. She took one of Amy's hands, and laid it in mine. I clasped it, and half felt, half hoped that I felt her squeeze back faintly. Cindi smiled at me.

"Yes, she knows you are here."

Then she took Amy's other hand, and laid it in Victoria's hand. Finally, she took each of our remaining hands in hers.

"Close you eyes. Think about nothing except how much you love me." I did as she asked. I did not know what was going on here, but my girls had always been special, and if this would help either one of them, I would do it. I thought again about the time like the spring rain. Cindi squeezed my hand. I thought about all the wonderful times I had had with her. As I continue to think of how much I loved her, I could sense a blue fog seeming to come over my eyes, in my mind. It was a deep blue. The same color as Cindi's eyes! It became deeper blue the more I thought of her. Suddenly images ran through my mind of the times I had enjoyed with Cindi. However, they were somehow different. I was seeing Cindi's memories of our love and wonderful times together in my mind! I could feel the love building up in me, higher and higher. I was so full it felt like I was going to burst. When I felt I just could not hold any more, Cindi spoke again.

"Now, think of how much you love Amy. Think of your baby. Give her all your love." Interesting. I could hear Cindi's voice in my head. I thought of spending Sunday together with Amy. Rubbing her temples, her stomach. I thought of running my fingers up the insides of her leg. Cindi squeezed my hand. I thought of all the times we cuddled in bed together. The haze in my mind turned green, beautiful deep green. Amy's eyes! My God! I could feel her! I basked in the joy of feeling at one with my girls. I could feel Victoria there, too. I was amazed at the depth of love I felt from her, for me and for her babies. And for the one that wasn't there. I didn't know what that meant. I felt the huge bubble of love slowing exiting me, colored bright green as it left. I wondered what it looked like in the room. Instantly, in my mind I saw Amy lying on the bed. I say green tendrils floating over to her body and disappearing inside. Cindi's voice in my mind said, "It looks like that", and she giggled. I had never seen anything so beautiful.

I heard Cindi in my mind again. "This is our secret, just for us. Even Amy doesn't know. Tell no one." The green faded.

Suddenly, we were standing there, by the bed, the three of us hugging each other, eyes open, a warm sense of calm, love, warmth filling us. It seemed like we had just walked over to the bed a minute ago, but a quick look at my watch showed a half hour had passed. I had only a vague remembrance of something too weird to be possible having happened.

"Hey. Don't I get a hug, too?" a weak voice asked. We turned quickly around, to see Amy, eyes open, smiling faintly. Amy looked awful, but she looked better. She had some color now.

Victoria and I ran over to her, hugging and kissing her, crying. Then, I saw a look of panic cross Amy's face.

"Cindi! Where is Cindi?"

I looked around. Cindi was sitting in a chair, leaning back against the wall. She looked really tired, and sick, eyes half closed, face pale. She looked old and sick.

"Dad! Bring her over here," Amy said.

We helped her walk over, and sat her on the bed next to Amy

"Cindi, what did you do?" They looked into each other's eyes, communicating with each other somehow.

"You goofball, what am I going to do with you? Thank you." Amy whispered.

Amy called me over close to her.

"Daddy, Cindi needs something from the nursing station. Can you get it for her, please?" She pulled me down and whispered into my ear.

I stared at her in surprise. "Are you sure, Amy? If you are wrong, things will get awful interesting real quick!"

"Trust me, Daddy."

Well, I had learned a lot about trust in the last few minutes. I kissed her forehead, and went out to the nursing station. I asked the nurse to prepare what I needed. She looked at me in astonishment. "Are you sure?" she asked, assuming it was for me. "If you have any digestive problems, suffer from migraines, have heart problems, or latent diabetes, things will get awful interesting real quick around here!" She didn't understand why I laughed. "Trust me," I winked. I got what I needed, and came back into the room, handing Cindi a glass of murky white, foul smelling liquid.

Cindi crinkled up her nose in disgust. "Are you sure about this, Amy? This stuff smells yucky!"

"Drink it all down. Good news. It tastes worse than it smells. Next time you'll think twice about saving my life," she teased.

After Cindi, complaining loudly and continuously about why this couldn't just be a pill, drank it all down, two things happened almost simultaneously. She immediately perked up, her color returned, and she suddenly had her energy level back. She looked her age again, and no longer looked ill. At the same time, the monitors hooked up to Amy went crazy. As I looked at them, her blood pressure spiked back to normal, her temperature dropped to normal, her pulse stabilized, her respiration deepened and dropped to normal, the irregularities in her EKG disappeared, and her rash faded almost away. Alarms that were set to sound with significant changes in either direction were beeping incessantly. I laughed. They all looked at me quizzically.

"Wait for it," I laughed.

Almost immediately, the door burst open and the nurse and doctor ran in. They only paused slightly when they saw Cindi, looking at her nervously, but she smiled sweetly at them.

"Come on in! I'm human again!" she quipped. Then she looked at us and winked. She ran over to Amy, hugged, and kissed her. "I'm so glad to see you again."

"Me too! What happened?"

"Don't know," Cindi answered. "We were standing here, and all of a sudden I felt sick and you started waking up. What did you do?" Cindi asked innocently.

Amy rolled her eyes and gave her the Amy look (YES, she is getting better!). "I'll talk to you later."

The doctor politely told the girls to quit gabbing and let him give Amy a checkup. Amy politely told him to talk to the finger (Poor Amy. So innocent. She doesn't know these things. She had no idea she held up the wrong finger!), and all of us, including the doctor, burst out laughing. She turned red and asked what was wrong. We told her she wouldn't understand.

They kept Amy two more days, trying to find out what had happened. They kept expecting her to suddenly get worse again. Finally, on the third day, Amy announced we would either take her home or she was walking out the front door and hitching a ride home with the first person that picked her up; if we liked this place so much, we could stay and eat that... food. Yep Amy was getting better. She was still weak as a kitten, however. We decided we wouldn't make her hitchhike home.

When we left, I refused the wheelchair and told them I would carry Amy out, and picked her up in my arms. She squealed in delight, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. She gave me a big kiss, not quite daughterly but not too scandalous and asked me quietly if I was going to give her another shower. I had not told anybody about that. I told her I was feeling a little weak myself, especially in the arms; I hoped I would not drop her on the way out. She said she was sure she could find a convenient handle to hold on to with her hands. I blushed and decided to quit while I was only way too far behind. She whispered "sorry Daddy" in my ear, while everyone else waited patiently to hear the story behind those comments, but I was not talking. It is hard to sound sorry when you are giggling.

Amy had lost some weight while she was sick, so she was ravenous. I dropped them all off at home and went to buy dinner. I got a sausage and pepperoni pizza for Amy and me and a special for Cindi and Victoria. I also bought a quart of Pistachio ice cream. For those with weak stomachs, you might want to skip to the next paragraph at this point. Ok, remember, I warned you. Amy likes to alternate bites of sausage and pepperoni pizza with pistachio ice cream. As Cindi says, sometimes she is just way too gross and disgusting! I told her if she ended up in the hospital again due to gross eating habits, the insurance company would not pay; it does not cover self-abuse. We left her in the kitchen eating alone, telling her we were going into the other room to eat with normal people before we got sick. When we sneaked back in and gave her a tickling attack, her mock sad face got happy and she just beamed. She just loves being teased. "I love you guys," she sighed happily.

Two days after getting home, Victoria had to leave town again. She looked so distraught trying to explain to Amy why she had to leave, but we all understood; all was well. I had as much time off as I needed from work until Amy was better. The next day, she told me I could go into work if I needed to. I flatly and curtly refused, and when I saw her eyes widen I turned and walked away. A few minutes later, a pair of teenage arms slipped around my waist and a pretty little girl snuggled up behind me. Then she gently turned me around and took my hands in hers.

"It wasn't your fault, Daddy," she said softly. "It still would have happened if you would have stayed home from work that day. I didn't feel really bad until shortly before you came home. It wouldn't have mattered". I looked down and felt silly for her having figured me out. The doctor had said the same thing. I was also glad she had not figured out the other reason I felt bad.

"I just don't know what I would do if I lost you", I whispered. She just hugged me.

"It would kind of ruin my whole day, too," she whispered back seriously.

The third day home, Amy announced that she felt dirty and disgusting and we needed to do something about that.

"I thought you were just kidding about giving you another shower," I said, feeling frantic.

"Not shower. Too weak. Bath. Now."

So, I carried her into the bathroom. She waited patiently for me to fill the tub and take her clothes off. Then I helped her into the tub. She sighed happily and soaked for a while. I got up to leave, but she put her hand on my arm and asked me to stay, then closed her eyes again. I think she just enjoys teasing me to death. She knew the lovely sight her beautiful body made lying naked in that tub. She asked me to wash her; she said she was too weak to do it right. I tried, but I was just making a big mess trying to do it with me outside the tub (washing her, I mean). Finally, she took the washcloth away from me.

"This just isn't going to work this way, Daddy. Get you clothes off and get in here and wash me right." I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because she cracked up, and then put her hand on my arm affectionately. "I'm not drunk. I'm not going to seduce you. Well, probably not. Not while I'm this weak, anyway! Just kidding! We have already seen all there is to see of each other. Come on."

She lay back and closed her eyes, as I got undressed, so I wouldn't be embarrassed. She is such a sweetheart. Then I got in behind her and sat down. She snuggled back against me, closed her eyes, and sighed happily. I proceeded to wash her cute little body all over. I am sure she must have felt me against her butt, but for once in her life, Amy passed up the opportunity to tease. Once I got over my embarrassment, and assured myself that nothing was going to happen, I really enjoyed giving her a bath. She just turned boneless when I washed her hair. She enjoyed it so much she fell asleep. Drying her off was a hell of a lot easier than last time I was in the bathroom with her! We got dressed, and went into the living room, where she sat on the floor in front of me on the couch while I brushed her hair.

If any of you have never brushed female hair, you have to try it. Whether she is 6 or 37, (I've never tried it older than that) it is one of the most sensual (not the same as sexual) things you can do. Washing hair is tied for brushing hair on the sensual scale. They are both about a 15 on a scale of 10. Victoria loves it almost as much as a massage. It had been a long time since I had washed and brushed Amy's hair. I made a mental note to do it again soon. She purred like a kitten as I ran the brush through her long black hair. Not for the first time, I marveled at how much she was an almost exact duplicate copy of Victoria physically. Maybe I should take a bath with Victoria next time she came home.

We did the bath thing a few more times until she was strong enough to take care of herself. The next day I filled the tub before I carried her in and, unbeknownst to her, made it a bubble bath. She squealed with glee when she saw it, and I let her enjoy it for quite awhile, giggling and splashing and just generally making a total mess of the bathroom until we finally got around to getting her clean. Just watching her have such a good time made my heart melt, and I hugged her close, getting misty-eyed thinking how close I had come to losing her. She looked at me, head cocked to one side, curious as to what I was thinking, then her eyes softened as she seemed to figure it out. She wrapped her arms around my arms, which were around her waist, laid her head against my shoulder, and whispered "Me too."

It didn't take long before the girls in the cheerleader group found out that Amy had been in the hospital and that she was back home again. The house began to fill up everyday with her friends. I had to monitor the situation closely, to make sure they did not tire her out too much, so I had to spend a lot of time around cute, 13-14 year old cheerleaders. It's a terrible job, but somebody had to do it! Poor me! After the first day or so of me being around all the time, they completely lost all inhibitions they had. I was one of the girls. The standard mode of dress became tee shirt and panties. Bad enough with some of these cuties, but it took awhile to get used to it with Cindi and Amy. They had to fit in with the other girls, you see. I found out there is absolutely nothing teenage girls will not and do not talk about. Amy, of course, had to give a very detailed account of her drunken episode and, to my horror, a, thankfully somewhat sanitized, account of "the shower". Of course, she also told them how I was helping her bathe each day. I expected endless teasing, but I was startled to hear, and see in their eyes, expressions of envy and respect. Apparently, the consensus was that none of their dads would do those things for them. Were their dads really that stupid? Their loss. These girls were sweethearts, all of them.

Of course, after those revelations, it was not long before someone suggested that we all play strip poker, since we had a "neat, cool, good-looking guy” (Wow! Not a dad, but a guy) here to play (read: harass, embarrass, tease) with. I of course vetoed that immediately. Katie got a far away, dreamy look on her face, walked over to me, sat down on my lap, put her arms around my neck, and announced that she thought it was a wonderful idea! This caused everyone to crack up, giggling hysterically. Let's see - one dad, 7 teenager girls - who do you think won here?

After the game was over, it was decided that the one person who still had clothes on (no, it wasn't me) should take hers off too. After awhile, it wasn't hard (no pun intended, and not true besides!) at all. After the initial embarrassment by some, today's teenage girls, at least these cheerleaders who are adorned often in various stages of undress anyway, seemed very casual about nudity. The only real difficult part was Katie sitting in my lap most of the time, a fact that everyone seemed to expect. Apparently, Katie's crush on me, a fact I was blissfully unaware of until this time, was well known by all, and all thought it "cute." I was, however, somewhat unprepared for the sex talk.

Yep. Captive dad, 7 teenage girls, let's talk about sex. As a medical professional, I am used to giving talks about the subject, but I was not expecting it with girls I knew, while naked. Nevertheless, exhibit A and Bs were there in plain site, so why not. I was somewhat surprised at how little some of these girls knew. Therefore, I talked plainly and bluntly. I told them how it happened, where everything went, and what to expect. Hysterical giggling broke out when Katie suggested that we have a demonstration. She immediately volunteered, to catcalls. Someone else suggested that, since Amy spent so much time naked with me in the shower and bath, maybe she could be the moderator. This caused Amy to turn 39 different shades of red. Apparently, she had embarrassed one of the girls somehow in the past, and this was paybacks.

About that time, the phone rang. It was Victoria, telling me she was back in town and would be home in about 20 minutes. Oops. So, all the girls got dressed in jeans and sweatshirts, right? Nope. They put on panties and tee shirts, and sat back down in the living room floor to talk again. That is how they were when Victoria walked in. She looked around, and then smiled at everyone and said, "You didn't need to stop just on my account!" How do women always know what is going on?

Dinner was the four of us together again. I could get used to this. After dinner, Victoria announced her surprise - she was going to Florida next week and her schedule would allow her to take one of the girls. Cindi and Amy immediately pointed at each other.

"Take her!" They declared in unison. I love my girls!

"But it's your turn," Cindi protested.

"No, it's not," Amy declared. "The last one was supposed to be yours, but we both went, and so it's still your turn. Besides, I'm still not feeling well enough for something that intense. You can call me every day and let me know what you did. I know, I know, you get to go to Florida and I just get stuck here with Daddy, but I'll make do somehow!" She smiled brilliantly at me.

"But, Amy..."

"No buts." They were sitting next to each other on the couch. Amy leaned over, whispering into Cindi's ear. "You have saved me twice now; even though you deny involvement at the hospital, I know better. This is a pretty pitiful thank you for that, but at least it is something I can do for you."

Cindi lowered her eyes, looking embarrassed. We wondered what they were whispering about. She smiled shyly. "Thank you, Amy. You are so sweet. I love you." They hugged and kissed. Yep. She did. Cindi, I mean. Cried. Of course. Is the world round? Does a wild bear... never mind.

Once that was decided, the next logical step was announced. There was shopping to do! Of course. Cindi and Victoria headed off to begin the chore. Shopping is a nasty job, but someone has to do it, right?

Amy sat on my lap, facing me, put her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek, and looked into my eyes. I knew what this meant. Serious talk time.

"Daddy? What happened in that hospital room?"

"I don't know, honey. I was kind of hoping you could tell me. What do you remember?"

"I was feeling really bad. I could feel everything fading. I knew I was either losing consciousness or dying, and I was sure I was dying. I vaguely heard Cindi screaming at someone. Then it gets hazy. I had a dream that the room was filled with a deep blue light, and then a deep green light. I could feel you and Mommy, even stronger than ever. Then I woke up and you were all hugging by my bed. I have no idea how much time elapsed during all those events."

Sometimes in retrospect, I could just shoot myself. I had missed clues three times, twice when Amy said Victoria was OK, and once when Cindi said Amy was not OK, that these were not questions. I missed the significance of the clue that Cindi knew Amy was in the hospital. I even missed the significance of the clue during the police officer episode when Amy told Cindi to stop mom but her lips never moved. I forgot about the simultaneous "dream" they had in San Francisco when Victoria was in trouble. Now I missed another one. 'Then I could feel you and Mommy, even stronger than ever.' Later, I would regret for a long time the memory of the pain and anguish Amy would go through because I missed all those clues. Although it would not have affected the ultimate outcome, maybe I could have made it easier on her.

When she said the part about the blue and green light, I felt all the blood rush out of my face, as memories, dreams, or whatever they were flooded into my mind. I am sure I turned pale as a ghost. So, what do you think? Do you think a certifiable genius would notice? Is the world... ?

"Daddy! What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

This earned me an eye roll, an Amy look, and a little frustrated hop up and down on my lap.

"Tell me, Daddy!"

"No, Amy, I will not. I was warned in this dream, or whatever, that I was to tell no one. I do not know what the consequences of breaking that warning might be. I will not risk your health or life!" She did not like it, but she understood.

"Daddy, I know Cindi had something to do with this. The way she looked when I woke up. She will not tell me anything! She just acts innocent. I can't believe she is keeping secrets - not from me!"

"So, you tell me. How did you know about the concoction you asked me to get for Cindi?"

Amy thought for a minute, biting her bottom lip. I love that habit; she is so cute when she does that!

"I don't know. I just knew. Must have read it somewhere."

The next week went by quickly. The evening before they were to leave, Victoria announced she was taking Amy shopping. We were not invited. As she left, she made a point of telling me that they would catch a movie also and would not be home until 11:30 at the earliest. She whispered to me that she would call before they came home.

I was watching TV after they left. Cindi walked over, turned off the TV, sat down on my lap facing me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Sound familiar? It was definitely not the same kiss Amy gave me. As she kissed me, passionately, she reached down and started unbuttoning my shirt. When she had it undone, she ran her hands across my chest.

"So, what's this about a shower you and Amy took that night she was drunk? You never took a shower with ME. I thought you loved me?" She giggled.

"I can't help what you think," I said as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. "Of course, when Amy and I did this, I had to put her in with her clothes on!"

"Daddy, no! You wouldn't dare! Not my sweater! This is my best one. I wore it just for you. Please, Daddy?" She asked in her best little girl voice.

I laughed. "So you wore it just for me, huh? So did Mom tell you about this little shopping trip?"

She blushed. "Well, I'm going to be away from you for a whole week and I'm going to miss you so much and I love you so much, and Mommy knows about us and how I feel and we couldn't do anything with Amy around and I just had to have some time with you before I left and Mommy said..."

I kissed her to shut her up. I did not think I wanted to know what Mommy said. Her acceptance of this whole situation still freaked me out sometimes.

I very slowly took Cindi's clothes off. Then she took mine off. I told her she was deviating from the Amy shower scene. She stuck her tongue out at me and told me to get over it.

I led her through everything Amy did in the shower. I did not fight nearly as much this time, though. I told her I did not want it to be that realistic.

After I carried her into bed, she wanted to try a 69. It was wonderful! She didn't even bite me when she came. I did bite her lightly in an especially sensitive place, but that was intentional. She didn't seem to mind, although she did make a lot of noise when I did it. Afterwards, we made sweet, gentle love, like the spring showers. She really loves that. She cries when we do that. Surprising, huh? Later, she really surprised me. She said she wanted to do anal with me.

"Are you sure, honey?" Knowing how much it had hurt her last time.

"Yes, Daddy. It is the only bad memory I have left. I want you to erase it. Please?"

I laid her on her stomach and put a pillow under her hips. I licked her little clit and pussy, getting her very wet again, and making her cum again. I wanted her really relaxed. I put Vaseline on my cock, and rubbed it on her little hole, pushing it in with my finger. She jerked at first, and sucked her breath in quickly. I waited until she relaxed again. Once I had my finger all the way inside, and had spread the Vaseline around well, I withdrew my finger and snuggled up behind her. I asked her again if she was sure.

"Yes, Daddy. Please," she whimpered.

I started to push up into her little hole. I reached down and rubbed her clit and played with her pussy, to try to keep her relaxed. I was surprised how easily I went all the way in. I knew I was not hurting her, as she was pushing back against me, trying to take it faster. Then I started very slowly, very gently to move in and out of her.

I was surprised that she seemed to enjoy it right from the start. As I thrust in, she pushed back, taking me in all the way. She is the one that stepped up the pace. After a little while, I was thrusting into her as fast as I was in her pussy. She was crying out in ecstasy, whimpering in pleasure.

"Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop. Faster! Oh, that feels so good! I love you!" she cried out, as she exploded into an enormous orgasm. I was not quite ready yet, so I continued to thrust into her. I was really surprised when she came again as I poured myself into her. I collapsed on her and held her until I slipped out. Then I snuggled up to her.

"Thank you," she breathed softly.

She seemed to enjoy it. Anal is not my favorite, but it was fun. We fell asleep, cuddling in each other's arms, and didn't wake up until Victoria called and told me she would be home in 45 minutes. They were stopping at Baskin Robbins after the movie. Amy was tired but happy.

"Victoria... thank you, sweetie. I love you more than you can know."

"Sure I can. It's almost as much as I love you. Have fun sweetie."

I woke up Cindi. When she heard we had 45 minutes, her eyes lit up.

"Oh, goody, time for a quickie and then a shower! Or a quickie in the shower!" We decided on the former. So, we did.

When they got home, Cindi was in bed, "sound asleep", and I was reading. Amy ran over, sat down next to me, cuddled up, and told me all about her evening and the movie, gushing on endlessly. I smiled tolerantly. Victoria smiled impishly.

They left the following day. They would be gone a week. They were to get back the next Saturday. The timing on that day was going to be a little interesting, as the girls both wanted to go to a sleepover at Katie's house (yes, mom and the kids were out of town but she had her mother's permission and there would be good chaperones this time), so I would take Amy there and Victoria would drop off Cindi there on the way home from the airport. I was so excited - a whole night alone with Victoria just back from a trip!

After the incident in the hospital room, Cindi was a changed girl. She was so much more confident in herself. It was as if she now knew that she could do things right, and, even more important, Mommy and Daddy trusted her to do things. We always did; I do not know where she got the idea she was a mess up and we did not trust her. I guess it was just hard being under superwoman Amy's shadow all the time. However, she was so happy, confident, and joyful; it was a pleasure to behold.

On Saturday afternoon, I dropped Amy off just as planned. I went home, waiting for Victoria to get home. I felt as excited as a teenage boy did on a big date. She said she would be home by 5:00. By 5:45, I was a little nervous. When the phone rang at 6:00, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I really hate that damn phone.

"This is Officer Collins of the Highway Patrol. May I speak to Patrick Phillips, please?" We knew John Collins pretty well.

Oh, God, no, not again! Please, no!

"Speaking"

"Sir, your wife and daughter have been involved in an accident. You need to come to the hospital right away."

"Are they OK? How's my wife?"

"I wasn't involved with your wife at the scene, sir. I know she was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I do not know her condition. They did not airlift her, so that may be a good sign. "

"How's my daughter?"

"Sir, you really need to come down to the hospital."

"Damn it, John, don't you do this to me! HOW'S MY DAUGHTER?!?"

He hesitated, and then I heard the break in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Patrick, your daughter did not survive. She was declared dead at the scene. She was killed instantly."

Oh, God, no! Please! Cindi! My brain cried as I sat down abruptly on the chair and dropped the phone.

How I Became a Web Cam Slut

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I moaned loudly as I felt the long, hard, shaft slide deeply into my sopping wet pussy.  I felt my eyes glass over and a hot, flush, feeling burning within my chest.  I was on the verge of having my fifth orgasm.  I never thought that sex could be this fantastic!  It was now to the point where I felt like I had to have a hard dick inside of my tight, young, pussy nearly all of the time!  I felt like I was complete then.  I feel whole when there is a rigid, cock buried in my steamy, young cunt.

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span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  I had always thought that my pussy was just another annoying part of my body, just part of being a girl.  But now, I have learned that it is not only a marvelous asset for acquiring the attention of all boys and men, it also enables me to fill my pocketbook with all of the money I need!  Let me share with you just how I became a web cam slut!

 

It was the winter of my senior year in high school.  As my friend Laura and I were discussing how cold it was and how tired we were of the snow, our conversation turned to warmer places.

 

“I think that we should go to Florida, Texas, or maybe even Mexico for spring break.”  Laura reveled.  “My sister went during her spring break last year and said it was a blast.  She said all they did was lain around on the beach all day, checking out all the toned beefcakes and then go out clubbing at night.” 

 

“I could handle that.”  I replied.  “The beach, dancing, a few drinks and checking out all of those nice bod’s on the guys.  What more could a girl ask for?” I giggled.

 

“Well my sister told me that “one of her girlfriends” entered a couple of wet T-shirt contests and came home with more money than she left with!  I’m not sure if I could be that bold, even with a few drinks!”  Laura shared.  “I found out later, when some guy she met in Florida called, that it was actually her that won the contests.  I found some pictures that someone took.  She had hidden them in her panty drawer. My sister was making out with her friend Tanya.  Some guy was pouring a pitcher of water over them and the wife beaters they were wearing were completely transparent! 

 

“You’re kidding?  I inquired.

 

“No, there were more!  In some they were completely topples!  And a couple where they had removed their bikini bottoms and were actually touching each others business!”

 

Business, was the word that Laura used when talking about a girls pussy or a guys cock.  I guess it was less difficult for her to say.  She wasn’t real big on using the more crude words, like pussy or cock.

 

“You know Tanya’s family is from Mexico.  Her skin was so dark compared to my sister.  They looked kind of sexy together, but I still don’t think I could do that kind of stuff, especially in front of a crowd of guys.”  Laura continued.  “I mean they were like really making out and it looked like Tanya even had her finger inside of my sisters business!”  Laura blushed.

 

“Oh, so if it wasn’t in front of a group of guys, you could do it.”  I kidded.

 

“That’s not what I meant.”  Laura blushed again!

 

I knew that Laura had some bi tendencies.  She always liked to check me out if she was over while I was changing.  I had also heard from one of our other friends that Laura had started kissing her and feeling her breasts when they had both been drinking.  So I was just trying to see exactly what she did mean.

 

“So what did you mean by saying your not sure you could do that in front of a crowd of guys?”  I questioned.

 

Well, you know, what you do in private isn’t always something you would want to do in public.”  She replied.

 

“So Laura, would you consider making out with a girl in private and put your finger in her pussy, in private, but not in public?”  I inquired.

 

“Jeez!  That’s really not what I meant!”  Laura retorted.  She blushed again and continued. “Well, I might if I really liked the girl and thought she was hot.  I’d have to really care for the girl and the situation would have to be special.”

 

“OK, how about with me?  I chided, just to get a reaction.

 

“Possibly, it would have to be with someone I care about as much as I care about you.”  Laura spoke and looked away shyly.

 

“Laura, you’re such a lez.”  I joked.  Waiting for her reaction.

 

“No, I’m not!  She countered. 

 

“It’s OK Laura.  I might consider it with you too.”  I consoled her.

 

“You’re just saying that.  I know you’re not like that.”  Laura spoke.

 

“Laura, it really gets me kind of hot when you check me out when I’m changing outfits at home.  I’ve noticed you looking at me and to tell you the truth, it does make me a little horny to think that you like my body.”  I confessed.  “You know, if you want to spend the night tonight, my parents are going to see my brother and catch his basketball game.  There going to be gone most of the week-end and they told my brother and I could each invite a friend over for Friday and Saturday night.  So what do you think?  We could talk about ways to make some money for spring break and maybe explore some other possibilities.”  I teased.

 

Laura blushed again, “I’ll have to ask my dad.

 

Laura’s parents had divorced and her mother moved out of state, so instead of transferring schools, Laura had decided to stay here with her dad.

 

“I’ll call you after I get home.”  She confirmed as she strode away.

 

I couldn’t help but notice the appealing little sway to her walk as I watched her tight little butt walk away.

 

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“Do you really think this is going to work?”  Dylan questioned.

 

Dylan was my best friend.  My parents were going out of town for the weekend and his parents had agreed to let him spend a couple of nights at my house.  I had explained that my 18 year old sister would be there to watch over us, as well as one of her “responsible” girlfriends.  Dylan and I were 15, so I figured that the fact that my older sister and a friend would be there might be more reassuring to them.  Dylan’s folks had said yes and now it was time to put our scheme into action.

 

“I know it will work!”  I assured Dylan.  “The guy at the electronics store told me exactly how to set this stuff up.  I told him it was for my parents, that they were worried about the housesitter stealing stuff or doing something crazy while “we were all away”.  I lied to him that the whole family was going to visit my brother and told him that my dad had put me in charge of setting up a surveillance system.   And that is exactly what I did.  I set up these 5 pinhole cameras around the house so that we can monitor everything from my computer!  I actually put two in Kori’s room, just to make sure we don’t miss any angles.”  I smiled.

 

Kori is my older sister.  She is drop dead gorgeous!  She is around 5’9”, slender, well toned, great tits and a spectacular pear shaped ass.   Dylan and I had been trying for a couple of years to see her completely naked, but had only been able to catch glimpses of her.  We had finally accumulated the computer gear and knowledge to set up this elaborate camera system.  We would be able to watch my sister in her room, the basement, outside at the hot tub, and if all else failed, we were sure to see her totally naked on the “shower cam”.   The best part was we were also sure she would invite her friend Laura over to spend the weekend with her.  So not only would we finally get to see my beautiful sister nude, we were anticipating the excitement of her super sexy friend.   Laura is just a little shorter than my sister, probably around 5’7”.  She is very fair skinned, a blonde, with smallish, but pert, breasts.  She has a very small waist, and slender legs that lead up to an ass that’s almost as perfect as my sisters.

 

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Laura had gotten permission to spend the night.  She and I sat at the kitchen table and talked more about where we might be able to afford to go over spring break.  As we sat and talked I could hear my brother and his friend in his room on the computer.

 

“Laura, why don’t you pour us a couple of glasses of wine, while I go check on the “boys” upstairs.  My parent’s were cool with me having an occasional glass of wine, as long as it was in the house and not out driving.  They had allowed Laura and I to have wine before and they figured it was safer to buy it for me, “For home consumption only!” rather than the alternative, I guess. 

 

I looked in on Travis and Dylan.  “What are you two little perv’s up to?”  I questioned

 

“Ah, nothing sis.  We were just talking about how you and Laura have to be the two hottest girls in the entire school.”  Travis replied.

 

“Flattery will get you two nowhere.”  I replied.

 

“No, really.”  Dylan put in.  “There aren’t any other girls who even come close to you two!”

 

“Well, I do appreciate the compliment Dylan.  Maybe someday you and my perverted little brother will be able to have a couple of “hot” girls like Laura and I.  But for now I guess you two will just have to continue looking at the sleazy bitches on the internet.”  I said, noticing that they were logged on to some porn site or something and they both appeared to have slight bulges in there pants.

 

“You boys had better be careful or you may have to handle those little boners of yours.”  I blurted.  I saw them each look down at there crotches and each quickly put a hand over there obvious protrusions.

 

“Well, we wouldn’t have to handle our own boners if you and Laura would lend a hand!” My brother retorted.

 

“Oh, maybe we will.”  I responded.  “In you little wet dreams tonight.”  I laughed and walked away.

 

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I noticed that Laura was refilling her wine glass as I walked back into the kitchen.

 

“Are you trying to catch a quick buzz?”  I asked Laura

 

“Well, you were gone so long I had to do something while you were upstairs.”  Laura replied.  “So what are the boys up to?”

 

“Not much.  The usual 15 year old perv boy stuff.  There getting little boners from checking out the chicks on some porn site.”  I answered.  “I could tell they were a little excited.  They both seemed to have pretty good boners from the bulges I saw in their pants.”

 

Laura laughed.  “Are they really looking at porn?”

 

I noticed that Laura had become flush.   She must have had more than just the one glass of wine already.  Her nipples were also erect and causing two very evident little knobs in her tight shirt.  She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra either.

 

“Yea, they said they had been talking about how you and I are the hottest girls in the whole high school.  They even joked about us “lending them a hand” to ease there little woodies!  I chuckled.

 

“Jeez, Kori.  What did you tell them?  Would you ever give your own brother a hand job?”  Laura inquired.

 

“What!  I think you have had a couple of glasses of wine already, haven’t you!  I responded.  “You’re talking about my brother.  That’s kind of kinky, don’t you think!”

 

“Well, you didn’t say no.”  Laura laughed.  “I’m going to go check those two out for myself.”

 

Before I could say anything, Laura had bounded up the stairs.

 

I finished my glass of wine and waited for Laura to return.

 

 

There was a knock at the door and Travis and I figured it was Kori returning to give us some more grief.

 

“No sisters allowed.”  I shouted.

 

“But I’m not your sister.”  Laura spoke as she walked into my room.

 

Travis and I were awe struck.  Here was the beautiful Laura in my room and she had on this tight white shirt, nearly see through, and rock hard nipples pointing straight out at us.  I felt the bulge in my pants begin to grow larger as this goddess stood before us.

 

“So what are you two doing up here?”  She quizzed.  “Your sister said you’re looking at porno chicks.  Is that right?”

 

Laura was now standing directly behind us.  She leaned over and placed her head directly between Travis and me.  As she leaned into me, I could feel her firm fleshy breast push into my back and also felt her hard nipple against my shoulder.  I turned my head sideways to look at Travis.  I am sure he was feeling the same sensations! 

 

“Oh my!”  Laura spoke.  “These are some naughty girls and you two are very naughty boys.  I was shocked as I felt Laura’s hand reach around and gently grip my crotch!  I saw she was doing the same with her other hand to Travis!  Well you boys take care of these nice hard-ons of yours.”  Laura then whispered in my ear, “Too bad we can’t get your sister to help you out with this, it sure feels nice to me.”

 

Laura released her grip from our bulges and I felt her lift her firm breasts away from my back.  But she did have one last surprise for Dylan and me!

 

“Tell you boys what; I’ll give you two little naughties one quick look at the real thing!”  With that Laura quickly lifted her tight shirt, revealing the two most beautiful breasts I had ever seen.  “Maybe we won’t be able to give you a hand-job, but I will give you each one quick feel of my boobs!  Maybe that will help ease your pain!”  And with that she took each of our hands and placed one on each breast.  She cupped her hand over ours and gently squeezed them, giving Travis and I a complete sense of how wonderful and firm her breasts were!  She then pushed our hands away and quickly pulled her top back down over her taunt breasts and rock hard nipples.  She then sauntered out of the room laughing!  “Think of my nice titties as you stroke those hard-ons of yours, you naughty boys!

 

Dylan and I just looked at each other; slack jawed and in awe of what had just taken place.

 

Dylan spoke first.  “Dude, I think I just blew my load in my pants!  That was so fucking hot!  Shall we go see if she will let us do it again?”

 

“No way man!  My sister would kill us!  I’m sure she doesn’t know what Laura just did.”

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I was just finishing my third glass of wine and was starting to stand from the table.  I saw Laura coming from the boys’ room.

 

“Laura, what’s up?” I questioned

 

“Oh, gawd!  I have to get another glass of wine and I’ll meet you in your room to tell you!”  And with that she brushed by me.

 

I lay back on my bed as Laura closed the door to my room behind her.  She had brought a glass of wine back for both of us and set them on the night stand.

 

“You won’t believe what I just did.”  Laura said.

 

“Laura, what are you talking about?”  I inquired.

 

Laura quickly removed her white top and stated, “I just let your little brother and his friend have a quick feel of these.”

 

Laura was topless in front of me and tenderly cupped her firm breasts.  I looked at her smallish boobs, a full cup size less than mine, and watched as she used her forefinger and thumb to tweak her small taunt nipples.  The nipples stood straight out from her perfect b-cup breasts.  Suddenly she lowered her head and pushed on of the nipples toward her mouth.  Her tongue flicked from her mouth and ran a quick circle around first one nipple and then she did the same to the other!

 

“Damn Kori, seeing those girls on the internet got me all horny.  I had to do something.  Those hard cocks in there have me in the mood for something else.  I WANT YOU!”

 

With that Laura launched her topless body onto my bed and on top of me.  Before I knew what was happening, her hands were under my shirt and I felt her tongue probing my mouth.  I didn’t resist.  What was going on?  I felt Laura pull my shirt up and off and she began to rub her hard nipples and breasts over my larger round globes.  As she slid down me and began to use her mouth on my nipples, I felt the light brown skin around my large nipples tighten.   I was enjoying this!  Laura began to unfasten my pants and as she released my nipple from her mouth and in one swift motion, removed both my pants and panties.

 

Laura stood at the foot of my bed and gazed down at my now completely naked body.  She licked her lips and slowly lowered first her blue jeans and then turned her firm butt toward me.  She was wearing a red and white striped t-back.  She bent over and gave me a clear view of her tight buns and as she bent lower to remove her thong, I saw her cleanly shaved vulva. With her back still to me and bent over, Laura reached back with a hand and slowly spread her beautiful hairless pussy lips.  She slowly worked her finger in and out of her tight pussy hole.  After a few strokes of her pussy, she turned to me, lowered her face to my neatly trimmed bush, pushed her pussy juice soaked finger into my mouth and began to use her tongue on my delighted cunt.

 

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long, Kori.” Laura gasped after slathering my now sopping pussy.  “Please tell me you like this and you don’t hate me!  You are so beautiful and I just had to find out if your sweet pussy tasted as good as I imagined!  You are so fucking delicious!”

 

I was somewhat shocked to hear Laura using language like this.  She never used the “crude” words!  It excited me to hear her talk about me this way.  Her tongue was driving me wild!  I felt her tongue plunge inside my tight pussy, then back up to my pulsing clit.  She then began to slip a finger inside my tight opening and she alternated sucking my hard clit and then using her teeth to tug at my pussy lips and the short brown hair I had left trimmed above my pussy.

 

“Laura,” I gasped, “please turn around so I can taste you too!”  I couldn’t believe my words, but I was so full of lust at the moment, I had to taste my beautiful friends’ pussy.

 

Laura moved around so that her clean shave pussy was directly above my face.  Her musky, sweet scent filled my nose as I pressed my face into her tight butt and wet pussy!  My nose was in direct contact with her tight butt hole as I used my tongue to perform the same delicious acts upon her sopping cunt that she was performing on mine.

 

It may have been hours, or perhaps only moments, but I felt a gush of wetness come from Laura’s tasty pussy, just as I felt my hips begin to convulse and a wave of ograsms flow through me. 

 

Laura collapsed, her wet pussy just inches from my face, her pelvis pressing into my sweating chest.  Laura slid her soaked pussy across my left nipple, and slid her pussy up and down on my tit, as she purposefully raised herself and turn to lie next to me.  I felt her hand return to my warm stomach and down to my soaked cunt.  The lips of my pussy and my clit seemed hypersensitive.  Laura gently nestled her hand over my pussy, seeming to hold in all of the heat built up inside of me.

 

 Beneath each others whispered “I love you’s”, we fell asleep in each others exhausted embrace.

 

 

Dylan and I were wonder struck at the scene opening before us.  We had turned on the spy cams when we heard first Kori and then Laura enter Kori’s bedroom.  We were expecting maybe to see my beautiful sister and her friend in their bra and panties as they changed into their night clothes.  At best, we had thought we might get to see their sexy tits for a brief moment, in the dim light, as they got ready for bed.  We were in no way anticipating the erotic scene that had just taken place before our eyes and with perfect lighting!

 

Travis and I had manipulated the zoom capabilities of the tiny cameras.  We worked first one shot and then another, zooming in with one camera and then panning out to zoom in with the other.  The love making between my sister and her best friend was totally exotic. Travis and I both sensed that there was more that just female bonding taking place between these two.  They appeared to be genuinely making love!  Or at least what we knew of love.

 

I couldn’t help but continue to focus in on my sisters perfectly shaped breast.  I watched her areola’s darken and tighten as her friend drew them into her mouth.  I used the zoom capabilities to the maximum when I first saw Laura remove my sisters’ pants and panties.  There in living color, right on my computer screen was a close up of my sisters’ neatly trimmed pussy!  There was a small patch of dark brown, almost auburn, hair, about 4 inches long and 2 inches wide, right above my sisters beautiful cunt.  I watched as Laura probed my sisters’ tight cunt with her tongue and licked at her clit.  Damn, it was sexually stimulating sight!   I had thought about how sexy my sister was, but this was beyond my most exotic fantasy.  I kept wishing it was me that was burying my face between my sisters’ legs and making her juices flow to coat my face.

 

Dylan had unzipped his pants and I could see him stroking his cock as he watched the scenes unfolding before us.  I would have joined him had I not had to use both hands on the keyboard and mouse.  I could tell he was ready to shoot his load, but he would stop stroking his cock just as he was about to cum.   As I zoomed in on the small pool of liquid that had seeped from my sisters’ pussy after her mind numbing orgasm, Dylan could hold it no more!  He jumped up grabbed an old bath towel from my floor.  I watched as the streams of creamy, white, and fluid ejaculated from his throbbing cock.

 

We both sat in astonishment for about a half an hour after the girls had ended their lovemaking and appeared to be sound asleep.  My cock was still pulsing as I scanned up and down each of the lovely bodies in the room across the hall.  Each girl now cupping the others pubic mound.

 

Then Dylan spoke.  “I’m going in there.”

 

“Fuck no you asshole!  You’ll get us both in huge ass trouble and my parents will kill me if my sister wakes up and tells them you were in her room while they were asleep!”  I exclaimed.

 

“Dude, think about it.  We saved all of this to a wav.file.  If either of them did wake up we could tell them that we would show the file to all of their friends and their parents!  Do you think they would want that?”

 

Dylan had a point.  I followed behind him as he gently turned the door handle and opened the door.  There in front of us was the beautiful Laura and my sexy sister.  Totally nude and asleep.  My cock was still rock hard.  I walked closer to my sisters’ side of the bed.  As I admired her beautiful chest slowly rise up and down, I undid my pants and began to stroke my rigid shaft.  The girls were both still flat on there backs.  Dylan saw what I was doing and stood at the end of the bed, now stroking his again hard cock.  I could just touch my sisters’ right breast with the tip of my cock as I stroked myself.  I ran the tip over her nipple and watched as the clear pre-cum at the end of my cock coated my sisters nipple.  I reached down with my free hand and gave her perfectly rounded breast a gentle touch.  I watched for any sign of movement.  Dylan was busy stroking his cock now over Laura’s smaller, but still perfect shaped tits.  He pointed to the two wine glasses on the night stand and whispered, “Not only are they asleep, but I think they are probably sound asleep.  Passed out from the wine and sex!  Can you smell this room?”  He questioned.

 

I nodded yes; I would soon come to better know this sweet scent of pussy.  Dylan reached down and slowly slid my sisters’ hand up above Laura’s pussy and onto her stomach.  Still no sign of movement or disturbance from my sister or Laura.  I gathered my courage and slid Laura’s hand up off my sisters’ pussy and to just above her pubic area.  My sisters’ legs were still slightly spread; I dipped my finger into the hot moistness between her neatly trimmed pussy lips.  Her fresh felt soft and puffy.  I slid my finger down her damp slit, and felt it effortlessly slide into her slick, tight cunt hole.  She let out a small gasp, causing me to pause.  Dylan was also fingering Laura’s clean shaven pussy.  I felt the pressure building in my cock as I continued to toy with my beautiful sisters’ cunt.  I was still rubbing my cock around her nipple, when I knew I was about to cum.  I don’t know what came over me, but just as the first jet began to spray from my dick, I aimed my cock at my sisters beautiful face.  Her mouth was slightly open.  Her face still had a shine to it from where Laura had coated it with her pussy juices.  Now my spraying semen was joining it!  I shot jet after jet toward my sisters beautiful face and slightly parted lips.  I still had my finger in her wet pussy, but with the last jet of my jizz, spraying toward her parted lips, I removed my finger, plunged it into my mouth and rubber the tip of my throbbing cock over my sisters beautiful lips, gently parting them and feeling the tip of my cock brush against her teeth.  I milked the last few drops of cum from my cock, into my sisters’ mouth and sucked feverishly on my finger, devouring the flavor of her cunt.

 

Dylan had become so brazen as to place his mouth on Laura’s tit and had begun to suckle her nipple.  I leaned my head toward my sisters’ breast and ran my tongue over her pre-cum coated nipple.  I then lowered my head to breath in the scent of her pussy.  Dylan was now leaning over Laura and rubbing his dick across her shaven mons.  As I flicked my tongue down my sisters’ wet slip, wanting more of her pussy juice, she suddenly moaned rolled over onto her side.  Dylan and I terrified that I had awaked her, bolted from the room.  We ran to my room shut off the lights and pretended to be asleep in my bed.  

 

When no one entered and nothing seemed to be happening, I walked back over to my computer to survey my sisters’ room.  Both girls had moved, they appeared to be spooning, and had gotten beneath the covers!  Damn, we were nearly caught!

 

It was then that Dylan and I shut down the camera’s, each jacked off again and then fell asleep eagerly awaiting the next days promise of even more erotic events! 

 

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First Encounter

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MY wife is unable to have bear children, and for years we had been wanting a child in our lives to hang out with. When she was 33, and I 35, we discussed getting more involved with the community center's youth program, where it turned out that there was a new initiative to have kids from single families spend time with maried couples, to give the parent a break for the day.

That was when I met Alison. My wife brought her home one Saturday morning and introduced me to this beautfil 13 year old. She was thin, shy, and bearly had small budding boobs. All three of us spent the day together getting to know one another and going out for walks and ice cream.

Over the next couple of month most of our Saturdays were occupied with Alison. She liked to play with our cats and

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play of the computer, downloading music and going into teen chat rooms. She was so comfortable that she wanted to have a sleep over with us and watch movies and eat popcorn. Her monther had agreed to our plans, and i was very excited to have such a young, engergetic girl runnign around our house. It was a refreshing change.

That night Alison was told to get into her PJs to before getting ready to watch a horror. I put pillows and a blanket infront of the floor where she could sleep if she wanted too as it would be a late night. My wife took time to clean the dishes and make popcorn for us all, at which point Alison came out not in her pjs but a t-shirt that barely covered her panties. She came rushing to the pillows and got on all fours and faced me. Her t-shirt was rather large and i could see her small perky breasts as she was not wearing a bra. I could barely contain my excitement, until she turned around and i was looking at her ass. Her panties had loosly moved around and she was showing her hairless pussy and butt hole. Luckily my wife was way too occupied so I just sat back and enjoyed the show. But by now my cock was so hard, and i needed to cum really badly. Once Alison got under the covers I rushed to the toilette to jerk off but as soon as I had whipped out my cock I cummed all over my hand and the toilette seat without even having to jerk myself.

I had not felt this horny since i was an early teen. It was awesome.

My kinky nudist family

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Our Nudist Family



It was a typical warm August afternoon when I got home from school, so I wasn't at all surprised to find everyone naked. Mom was coming out of the kitchen with a cold iced tea drink in each hand, taking them into the family room where my dad was sitting comfortably on the sofa. He was mean to that comfortably into the corner of the big chair, one foot on the carpet and the

Meeting Amanda For The First Time Part 7

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Meeting Amanda For the First Time Part 7

 

 

“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!”  That was all Tommy could get out.  Both, his mouth and nose were totally covered making it impossible for him to breathe.  He knew Amanda had passed out again just by the amount of weight that was pressing down on his face.  He knew she didn’t weigh much, but with his face covered like it was he knew he would suffocate if he didn’t move her soon.

He was finally able to move her down, off of his mouth, and onto his chest.  It was a lot easier to breathe like this even thoug

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h she was now sitting right on top of his lungs.  Tommy just laid there and sucked in as much air as he could.

“Damn.  I know I said: What man wouldn’t want to die with his face full of a young girl’s pussy.  But that’s not what I meant.”  Tommy was still trying to catch his breathe. 

After a little more work he slid her down to where her breasts were laying on his face.  He was totally enjoying them lying there, but he knew that right now wasn’t the time, especially with the water, from the shower, starting to get cold.  Tommy was starting to shiver, but he also noticed that the cold water was starting to bring Amanda back to consciousness.  Tommy was happy about that.

Amanda was shivering, but she wasn’t sure why.  Finally she remembered where she was and what she had been doing.  That brought a smile to her face. 

“I see your back with me.”  Tommy said.

Amanda sat up and looked at him lying in the bottom of the tub.  “I passed out again.  Didn’t I?”  Amanda asked Tommy.

“Yeah, you passed out again.  But that’s a good thing the way I see it.

“It’s a good thing? How do you figure that to be a good thing?”  Amanda asked Tommy, with a puzzled look on her face.

“It just shows that I’m doing something right.  The only difference this time is that besides trying to drown me with that sweet squirting pussy of yours, you were also starting to suffocate me when you passed out and sat on my face with your complete weight.  I’m glad you don’t weigh a lot.”

“I’m glad too.  I don’t think I could find anybody else as great as you.  You are the only one that I ever want to be with.  The only thing that I’m worried about is my mom.”

“Well, that’s something we’ll have to deal with when the time is right.  I’m just not sure when that’ll be.  Right now we should be thinking about getting out of this shower and drying off.   I’m freezing.  I can’t see passed you but I’m sure that my dick and balls have started to shrivel up from all of this cold water.  They probably look like they belong to a ten year old boy.”

After Amanda stood up she looked down at Tommy’s dick and had to agree with him.  Hell if it would have shrunk any smaller he might as well of not had anything down there.  Amanda wasn’t worried though.  She new that after Tommy warmed up some, her all day sucker would be back to normal.  She reached out and cupped Tommy’s dick and balls in one hand.  Her hand was completely covering them.  She started to give a little laugh and then said to Tommy.  “You are probably feeling like a perv because of what we have done the last couple of days.  Well now I know how you feel.”  She gave his cock and balls a little squeeze.  “I feel like I’m holding a little boy dick and balls in my hand.  Look it’s so small that I don’t even have to use two hands, only one.” 

“Oh you think you’re funny huh.  Well I know just how to teach a bad girl who likes to make jokes about shriveled up dicks.” 

After Tommy had shut off the water and climbed out of the tub, he reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom where he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“So you think you’re funny?”  Tommy asked with a serious look on his face.  He wasn’t’ mad though.  Tommy was just having a little fun with her.

“Yes I do.  So, what are you going to do, punish me?”  Amanda replied with her arms crossed over her breasts and a look on her face that pretty much said she was daring Tommy to do something.

Without any warning Tommy pulled her to him and bent her over his legs.  Tommy knew he surprised her by the startled look on her face when he reached out and grabbed her by the wrist.  He could also tell that he had also scared her because she pretty much froze when he laid her across his legs.

“Now young lady, if you remember correctly, your mom gave me permission to bust your butt if I needed to.  So do you still think that it was funny to make fun of my cold, shriveled up dick that is now under your belly?” Tommy was totally enjoying himself at that moment.

Amanda was actually getting a little scared.  With the way Tommy was acting she was certain that he was really upset with her.  Right then she tried to push her self up hoping he wasn’t serious about busting her ass.  She didn’t get very far.

“Oh no you don’t little girl.  You’re not getting away that easily.  Tommy pushed her back down across his legs.  This time he could feel her breasts against his legs.  He could tell her nipples were getting hard and he liked that a lot.

“Tommy I was just joking.  You know that, don’t you? I’m sorry if I made you upset.”  She was really taking him serious now.  Amanda was about ready to cry.  What was really strange is that she was starting to get exited over what was happening.  That really confused her. 

SMACK!!!

“Ouch! Damn Tommy that hurt.”  Amanda could feel the sting from that swat.  The two swats he gave her earlier weren’t as hard as that one was.  They were just play swats.  Her ass cheek was really starting to sting.

SMACK!!!

“Tommy, take it easy.  Damn you’re going to bruise me if you keep that up.” 

Amanda noticed that with that swat Tommy didn’t pull his hand away from her ass, but instead gave it a squeeze and gently rubbed his hand across both cheeks.  This was starting to get her wet.  Amanda never thought she would get off from someone spanking her ass but this was starting to work.  If Tommy kept that up she was going to be dripping onto the floor.

Tommy was starting to get hard.  Spanking Amanda’s ass was really starting to excite him.

SMACK!!!

This one was a little lower so that when he made contact and then went to squeeze her ass, his fingers would brush against her pussy.  Tommy was surprised to find out that her pussy was wet.  He was certain that it wasn’t the water from the shower because this was really slippery on his fingers.  He lifted his fingers to his nose to smell them.  That made his cock completely hard and had it rubbing against her stomach.

“Damn she is turned on by this.”  Tommy thought to himself.

After smelling her scent on his fingers, he then lightly sucked her juices off of them.  To Tommy there was nothing better in the world then her sweet juices from her pussy.

Tommy wasn’t done yet.  “So do you still think that it was funny? Oh look at that.  You’re such a naughty girl.  You’re pussy is getting wet from these spankings.  You’re not supposed to like them.  Oh no.  This is supposed to be teaching you a lesson.  Now stand up.”

Amanda stood up and wasn’t sure what to expect next.  She knew he liked this as much as she was and she wasn’t ready for it to stop.

“Now you bad little girl, I can see you need to be punished some more for enjoying this.  Climb up here on the bed.  Get up there now!”  Tommy growled at her.  “No, get on your hands and knees.  Now it’s time to spank that pussy.  Naughty girls need to have their pussy’s spanked when it gets wet from having their ass spanked.”

Amanda did as she was told.  She was pretty sure that he was getting ready to either eat her pussy again or shove his dick in it.  Instead she got exactly what Tommy said he was going to do.  He spanked her bare pussy.  Amanda let out a squeal. 

Tommy made sure to not hit her pussy as hard as he did her ass.  It was just hard enough to actually startle her when he did it.  He smiled when he heard the squeal escape from her lips.  He could see that she was enjoying this even more.  With that he gave her pussy two more swats.  When the last one made contact Tommy heard Amanda let out a soft moan.  That was it.  Tommy couldn’t take any more.

Tommy positioned his self behind Amanda.  His cock was at full attention and wanting its prize that was directly in front of it.  Tommy stroked his cock several times making sure to rub all the pre-cum, which was coming out the tip, all over the full length. 

Amanda knew he was behind her but wasn’t sure what Tommy was up to.  What she did know was that she wanted his cock inside her but she didn’t dare move and didn’t even try to look behind her to see what he was doing back there.

“So little girl, have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes Tommy I have.  I’m sorry.”  Amanda was grinning the whole time she said that.  This was a game she discovered that she liked.

“Well then.  I would say its time to make you feel better.”  With that, Tommy walked up to her and placed his hands on her hips.  He gently pulled her back a little to the edge on the bed.  He was hoping that he wouldn’t explode as soon as he touched his cock against her pussy.  This was going to be a new experience for her.

Amanda felt his hands on her hips and was anticipating what was getting ready to happen.  Her friends had told her how much they liked to be fucked from behind.  Most of them said it was their favorite position to be in having sex.  Then, she received what she had been waiting for.

Amanda let out a loud moan and tilted her face to the ceiling.  With one quick thrust she felt Tommy bury his cock to his balls inside her.  She knew Tommy was concentrating very hard to not cum right then.  She didn’t want him to cum yet either.  After about what seemed like forever, she felt Tommy start to pull back out some and then push all the way back into her.  Amanda then dropped down completely onto her arms.  She wasn’t sure if she wanted this any other way ever again.  It was like his cock was reaching areas that it hadn’t reach before.  With every thrust into her she would push back against him. 

Tommy was totally in another world at that point and time.  He looked down to a sight, which to him was the most beautiful thing in the world.  The view of his cock sliding into Amanda was breath taking.  He started to notice that she was pushing back against him.  Perfectly in time with his every thrust. 

Both of them had increased the speed of their thrusts which increased the volume of the moans and grunts coming from both of their mouths.  The only other noise that both of them noticed, was the sound of Tommy’s hips slapping against her ass cheeks.

Tommy leaned over Amanda’s back, never slowing his thrusts, and pulled her up to him.  He had one of her breasts in one of his hands and was very lightly pinching and twisting her nipple and then gently squeezes her breast.  With his other hand he reached down to his other goal.  Slowly he started playing with her clit.  Every time he would make a complete circle around it, Amanda would shake all over.  Tommy started to feel Amanda falling forward, out of his arms.

Amanda fell face down onto the bed and dug her fingers into the sheets.  She was trying so hard to not cum but with Tommy’s cock in her pussy and with him reaching around her and playing with her clit it was more than she could stand.

“Ooohhhhhhhh shit Tommy you’re going to make me cum.”  Her whole body started to shake so uncontrollably that her legs slid straight out from under her.  What she didn’t expect was that Tommy never became separated from her.

Tommy landed on top of Amanda and just kept thrusting into her.  He was just about ready to cum but was trying, with all his might, to hold back till Amanda was ready.

“Oh yes Tommy.  Right there, keep pushing your hard cock into me like that.  Oh shit that feels so damned good.  Oooohhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!  Ooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! Yes Tommy Yes!  Oh shit Tommy don’t stop! Oh yes fuck me Tommy! Fuck my pussy! Fuck meeeeeee!!!!!!  AAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Amanda exploded all over the place. All her other orgasms didn’t even compare to this one.  With every thrust into her pussy, she would squirt again.  It was like it wouldn’t stop and she didn’t want it to.  Amanda started to almost scream when she felt another orgasm start.  Her fingers were dug into the sheets so far that she wondered if there would be holes in them where her nails dug in.  Right then, Tommy pushed straight into her cervix.

Tommy wasn’t going to last much longer.  He knew she would have several orgasms before it was done, so he kept fighting the urge to let it all flow from him.  Finally he stopped holding back and gave one massive push into her.  He felt his cock hit her cervix and stop for a split second, before pushing through and releasing his seed into her womb.  Tommy reached under her, pulling her tight against him, the whole time keeping his cock buried deep inside her.  He felt every spasm of her pussy on his cock.  It was like it was trying to keep him in there and never let him leave.  Finally he stopped cumming and just laid there on top of her, feeling every little spasm of her body when he would make his cock twitch inside her.

After several minutes he rolled off of Amanda and onto the bed.  He was still breathing hard and didn’t want to even try to move.  Tommy looked over at Amanda, who had already turned towards him, and just laid there watching her trying to catch her breath.

Every time Amanda tried to move towards Tommy, her whole body would start to shake and make her feel like she was going to pass out.  She was starting to think the shuddering was never going to stop.  When it finally did she slid over to Tommy and kissed him long and deep.  She didn’t know of any way that she could ever repay him for the way he made her feel all the time.  Not just when they made love, but just being around each other.  Amanda finally broke the kiss and looked at Tommy.

Tommy could see she wanted to say something.  “What’s going through that head of yours?  I can see you want to say something.”

“I do, but I just can’t put it into words how you make me feel.  I don’t think I have ever been this happy, ever.  You know how they say that there is someone out there for everyone? Well, I think that we are meant to be together.  I really do.  I want to always be with you Tommy, always.”

Tommy believed every word that she said.  He also agreed with everything she had said.  He didn’t want to be with any other woman.  The other day he wondered what Sarah looked like without anything on, but now, that didn’t matter.  Tommy had his woman right there in his arms and he wasn’t going to let anything separate them.

“Amanda, when your mom gets back, you, or we, need to sit down with her and talk about this.  There is no way we can keep this a secret from her.  She will figure it out sooner or later and I really don’t want to be sneaking around behind her back.  That wouldn’t be very fair to her.”

Amanda laid there thinking about what Tommy had just said and she completely agreed with him.  She loved her mom very much and didn’t want to hurt her in any way.  So, in a couple days they were going to have to talk to Sarah about everything that has happened while she was gone.

Neither one of them had even realized that it was already a little after 5:30 pm so both of them got dressed and went down stairs to start making dinner.  It seemed like every time they had sex they felt like they were starving when they were finished. 

“So what are we going to have for dinner?” Amanda asked Tommy while holding him around the waist.

“I’m not really sure.  How about we make some chicken, mashed potatoes and what ever else you want.”

“That sounds good.  Do you need any help?”

“I’ve got it covered.  You can go in the living room and watch TV or something.  Let me take care of everything.  Now scoot.”  Tommy lightly swatted her butt.  He didn’t want to swat it too hard especially since she was only wearing some extremely skimpy panties, and one of his button-up shirts.  He could still see the hand prints from earlier on each ass cheek.  Damn she looked so damned sexy dressed like that.  Tommy just stood there smiling while watching her walk back into the other room.

When everything was finished he brought the plates of food and two cups of juice into the living room.  He figured that they could just sit in there and eat.

Amanda saw Tommy come walking into the living room carrying the plates of food and the drinks.  She couldn’t believe that he was waiting on her like this.  It kind of surprised her. 

“Thank you Tommy.  I could have come in there to get it.”

“I know.  But I didn’t see any reason for you to have to get up.  Actually I thought you might have fallen asleep in here.”

“Actually I did take a short nap and now I feel like I could go at it some more.”  Actually she didn’t feel that way but the look on Tommy’s face was worth saying that.  Amanda actually felt exhausted, even after her nap.

Tommy’s had a look of shock and surprise by what Amanda just said.  He didn’t see how she could be fully charged already.  If she was, then he was going to have to disappoint her because there was no way he was going to be up to it.  Right now the only thing that was on his mind was eating dinner and getting some sleep.  He was completely exhausted. 

After they ate dinner and cleaned everything up, Tommy went back into the living room to watch a little TV.  Tommy looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 9:00 pm.  He figured he would stay up about another half an hour before going to bed. 

“Tommy, I’m going up stairs for a minute.  I’ll be back down.”

“Ok.  Well I won’t be down here much longer.  I’m like really tired.  So I won’t be too far behind you.”  Tommy watched Amanda head upstairs, admiring her until she was complete out of site.  He sat there for a few more minutes and decided to just go to bed.  After shutting everything off and making sure the doors were locked, he went up stairs.

When Tommy walked into the bedroom he found Amanda already in bed under the covers.  Apparently she came up here to change the sheets because there was a different set on the bed.  She looked so beautiful lying there sleeping.  This was the first time that Tommy was able to get a good look at her while she was sleeping.  She looked like an angel laying there.  Tommy turned out the light in the hall and then went and climbed into bed.  He tried to get into bed as quietly as possible so he wouldn’t disturb her.  Slowly he worked his way over to her, put his arm over her and then leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“I love you Amanda.”  Tommy whispered to her.

“I love you too Tommy.”  She wasn’t even awake.

Tommy smiled and leaned over and kissed her again.  He could see a smile on her face.  Once he was lying down behind her he felt her push herself back towards him, till her back was completely against him.

Tommy’s cock was up against her ass but it never responded to it.  He guessed his cock was exhausted also.  Once he was lying still Tommy fell instantly asleep.  That night was the most content and restful sleep Tommy has ever had.

The next morning neither one of them woke up till almost 9:00 am.  When Tommy woke up he felt completely rested.  He couldn’t believe that they had slept almost 12 hours.  He had never slept that long in his life.  He looked over at Amanda, who was still sleeping, and slowly crawled out of bed.  Tommy had just made it to the bottom of the stairs when he heard a knock on the door. 

“Damn, who could that be?”  Tommy thought to himself, and then headed for the door.  He wasn’t prepared for who was on the other side when the door swung open.

“Sarah, what are you doing here?”  Tommy could feel the blood drain out of his face.

“Well hello and good morning to you also.”  Sarah replied. 

“I’m sorry.  Hi, Sarah, I just wasn’t expecting you back till tonight.  I guess you kind of surprised me.”  Tommy’s heart was starting to beat faster in his chest and he was sure that she noticed.  He was getting really nervous.

“Are you ok Tommy? You seem to be really nervous for some reason.”  Sarah looked over at the couch and didn’t see Amanda laying there.

Suddenly Sarah heard Amanda up stairs calling for Tommy.

“Tommy, come back to bed a little longer.  We don’t need to get out of bed just yet.”

“So, what have you and Amanda been up too while I was gone?”  She was starting to glare at him really hard plus she noticed Tommy starting to sweat.

To be continued…

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Gentle Journey Part 3

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Gentle Journey Part 3

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My Girls Chapter 13

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 don't know how long I sat there. Probably not long. Enough crying. I had to go take care of Amy and Victoria. I tried to make myself presentable, so as not to scare the hell out of Amy, but I figured that after five minutes it would not make any difference anyway. I was just so numb I did not care about anything anymore, except Victoria and Amy. I grabbed a bag of stuff they might need and headed out to the car.

I don't remember the trip to Katie's house. As I drove up to the front and parked, I was surprised to see Amy sitting on the front porch. As soon as she saw me, she ran to meet me, hugging me tight.

"Daddy, what's wrong with Cindi? She's gone; I can't feel her anymore, what's happened, where is she?"

I was confused by what she was saying, and in my traum

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atized frame of mind, was willing to latch on to anything except the job I had to do.

"What do you mean, you can't feel her, Amy?"

"She's not there, Daddy, she's gone, I can't feel her! What's happened to her?"

Amy was starting to get hysterical. The solid rock of my life, her and Victoria, and she was falling apart right in front of me. Might as well get this over with; it was not going to get any easier.

"Amy, honey, I'm so sorry, Cindi was killed in a car accident a little while ago." I managed to get it out without breaking down too badly. I had to be strong for my little girl.

Strangely, Amy actually calmed down some when I told her. She hugged me tight, with her head buried in my chest.

"I was afraid something like that happened," she mumbled. "Oh god, Daddy, what am I going to do now?" she wailed heartbrokenly.

"We have to get to the hospital, honey. I have to check on Mom. She was in the accident too, and I have to see how she is doing."

Instantly, the caring, sympathetic Amy kicked in.

"Daddy. Mommy's OK." I just looked at her. Now was not the time to ask her how she knew that.

I saw Katie run out of the house towards us. She had tears running down her face. She hugged us both.

"I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Katie asked.

"No. Something has come up. I have to take Amy home."

"She's not going to come back tonight, is she?" Katie asked.

"No, Honey, I'm afraid not."

"I'm so sorry," Katie sobbed, and ran back to the house. It wasn't until much later that I realized what she had said, and what she had not asked.

I got Amy into the car, and drove to the hospital. We were taken into a private room off to the side. A doctor and nurse joined us immediately. Then a state trooper came in to join us. Amy and I were sitting on an exam bed; she was leaning into me and I had my arm around her. She was crying softly, her eyes closed.

I asked the doctor how Victoria was and the police officer what happened. They looked questioningly at Amy, then back to me.

"Amy, honey, do you want to go lay down in the other room while I talk to these men?"

"NO! I'm not leaving you! Please don't leave me alone," she begged, her eyes pleading with me. I looked at them and nodded to go on.

"Your wife is doing well. Some impressive bruising, a few contusions, and some burns on her hands, but all in all, in very good shape. We will probably keep her overnight, but she can go home tomorrow." He seemed relieved that he could give me some good news, at least. "I think once you hear what the policeman has to say, it will be unnecessary to explain about your daughter." He looked pointedly at Amy, who seemed to be ignoring us, just holding onto my arm as if I were going to disappear.

"Your wife was driving through an intersection on what was apparently a green light for her, when a dump truck ran the red light at a high rate of speed and broadsided her car on the passenger side." I felt dizzy and nauseous. In a low voice, he continued, "Your daughter never felt a thing, never knew it was coming. Accident reconstruction says she was looking at your wife and laughing when it happened. She never knew anything. The driver of the truck was killed. It caught fire and burned after the accident. Your wife burned her hands trying to pull him out to save him." They seemed impressed with her heroism. I snorted. They looked at me strangely. I did not tell them that it was likely Victoria tried to pull him out so she could kill him for killing her baby. "It was likely he was already dead before the fire anyway; preliminary evidence indicated he was dead drunk."

Well, at least my baby did not suffer. You have to take the silver lining where you can get it.

I took Amy upstairs to see Victoria. She was sitting in her room, a blank, desperate look on her face. She did not even notice when we walked in. She looked up when I said her name, and I shivered at the haunted, dead, sad look in her eyes. 'I am so sorry, Victoria' my mind cried.

She stood up, and instantly I had two crying, sobbing young ladies in my arms, as Victoria and Amy cried their hearts out. Yeah, I cried some too, but I tried to be strong for my girls.

"It was my fault," Victoria cried, "I took a shortcut so I could get home to you faster. If I had gone the regular way..." She sobbed brokenly.

"It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, Vickie." I said, emphasizing the name.

She looked up at me in surprise. I had only called her Vickie once before, shortly before we were married. We had had our first, and I think only, argument, on a subject I was not flexible on. Afterwards, she admitted she was wrong when we made up (I don't think she really believed that, she just knew when to quit on that subject) and we agreed that if she was ever being a complete ass, I would call her Vickie.

She smiled faintly and squeezed my hand.

We were in a lull during the crying when a police officer type came in. He reminded me of the jerk, Cop #1. He said he had some questions to ask.

"I'll answer them tomorrow," Victoria stated flatly.

"No. Ma'am, we need to talk about them now. It will only take a few minutes. Now, if you will excuse us..." he said to me. What rock did this ass crawl out from under? The first time I ever heard that tone of voice from Victoria, I knew better than to argue with her. In addition, excusing me from the room? With that attitude, and the present mood Victoria was in, I had no doubt who was coming out of that room alive. Victoria and Amy, almost as one, jerked their heads around and looked at him. Ever hear the terms "Eyes on fire", "Eyes ablaze", or "Flames shooting out of their eyes"? I have seen it now. I had not seen that look on either one of them before, and I certainly did not want to find out right now what it meant. I realized I now had a side bet. Which one of them would kill him first.

I put my hand on his arm. "This is a really bad time. She said she would answer the questions tomorrow. We will see you then. Thank you for coming," I dismissed him politely.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to..."

I tightened my grip on his arm and started moving him to the door as I saw both Victoria and Amy start to get up.

"I don't think you heard me or the lady correctly. No. Now get out of this room while you still can."

There we go. He saw Victoria's face. His eyes widened, and he left, quickly.

"Thank you." Victoria hugged me. "One of these days I need to do something about this temper of mine." I don't think she realized what Amy I had noticed long ago - her temper only showed up when the situation involved the well-being of the girls. I smiled weakly at her.

"That's ok, honey. I'm desperately looking for someone to beat the shit out of too."

She looked stricken. Amy looked up, eyes softening too. "Oh, God, honey, I forgot all about you. I'm so sorry, Patrick." That was a sign of how upset she was. She never calls me by my name. She and Amy came over and held me this time. Amy whispered in my ear.

"It's ok to cry, Daddy. Really, it is." I just couldn't, not much.

I decided we would sleep in the hospital room that night, all three of us. I talked to the head nurse and the doctor, and told them that we were not to be disturbed, for any reason, protocols be damned, unless we called for them. Then I called Chief Haskin, told him about the accident, and asked him to keep his people away from us tonight. I told him about the busy body that had already showed up, that I didn't know what Victoria would do in the mood she was in if someone showed up, and Amy was just as bad. I heard his intake of breath, as he no doubt remembered Amy disarming one of his officers and the rumors he had heard and things he suspected about Victoria, and he assured me no one would be there unless we called.

We got ready for bed. I had grabbed a nightgown for Victoria and Amy before I left the house, plus a few other things. Amy looked a little uncomfortable, and finally, she and Victoria whispered in the corner. Amy went into the bathroom while Victoria came over to me.

"She thought we might want to be alone for awhile, for some special time," Victoria explained. "I told her we wanted our little girl next to us all night long." She looked at me questioningly, her eyes pleading with me.

"I agree. I don't know if you have noticed this yet, but she is deathly afraid of being alone. I don't want her alone tonight."

Amy came back in, and looked nervous. I went up to her, hugged her, then picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down, then Victoria and I got on either side of her and sandwiched her in the ultimate snuggle. Amy clung to me all night long. If I had to get up, she whimpered, and then clung to Victoria. When I came back, she clung to me again. I think she cried almost the whole night. I held her and told her we loved her again. That's all I told her. I knew it would never be all right for any of us ever again. I did not see how it ever could be. Once again, I was wrong. Sometimes I really get sick of being wrong, but this time I was glad I eventually was wrong.

The next two weeks were the worst times we have ever had, the worst I could ever envision it could be. If it gets worse than that, I do not want to be here.

Amy slid downhill very spectacularly during those two weeks. The first three days, I expected it. She had lost her twin sister and best friend, for heavens sakes. After a day or two, Victoria and I started to get back to normal. You have to. You do not forget, but you have to; you have to cook, clean, wash, plan a funeral, talk to relatives. After three days, you just have to start acting normal again because you have no more energy to grieve. I always wondered how people in interviews a week after a loved one died talked normal and did not cry. Now I understood. I was not out of energy due to grieving; that would come later. I always took a long time to react emotionally to things. And this was so big. However, I was out of energy, just trying to help and be there, do things for my girls.

The funeral was a mess. Everyone showed up. There were so many people to talk to. I have always hated funerals, but this one was the ultimate. One thing Amy and I agreed on - we refused to go up and see Cindi in the casket. I would remember her from the last night we spent together, or in many other ways, not as a lifeless doll lying in a box. I was afraid if I heard someone say that classic line "Oh, doesn't she look so natural, just like she's asleep", I was going to say, "No, actually she looks just like she is dead!" I spent my time comforting Amy, and to a lesser extent, Victoria. However, every time I approached Victoria, she shortly sent me back to Amy. She said Amy needed me more.

Finally, it got too much for Amy, and she fled the room, crying. I went after her, and found her sitting on a bench, knees pulled up to her chin, arms around her legs, crying. I sat with her, and held her. I didn't know what to say, and she didn't seem to want any conversation. We never went back in.

They had sort of a memorial service in the school gymnasium. The whole gym was packed full. Knowing how upset Amy was, they did not string it out too long. Someone did get a reaction out of her, though. Towards the end, Katie walked up to the microphone. She said she had a special tribute for Cindi and Amy. She was the only one that included Amy too. She then sang, a capella, the most beautiful rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings I have ever heard. It was a special favorite of mine, because it was the song Victoria picked to be sung to me at our wedding. No one even knew she could sing. She had the most beautiful, clear, bell-like soprano voice I have ever heard. When she got to the line, "Did you ever know that you are my hero?" she looked right at Amy and the empty chair that was there for Cindi. There was not a single dry eye in the place. When she was done, Amy, who had not moved during the entire ceremony, got up, walked over to Katie, and hugged her, thanking her. They then held hands as they went to sit down. Amy insisted she sit in the chair set there for Cindi and they sat together the rest of the program. Pretty good for someone Amy never really liked. She reached her when her loved ones could not. As long as someone did.

After that, it got really bad. Amy wouldn't eat. She couldn't sleep at night. She stayed up almost all night, watching TV. Mindless trash she never watched before. Then she would spend all day sleeping in my arms or on my lap. She wouldn't take a bath for days. She insisted on staying in physical contact, or at least in the same room with one of us at all times. This went on and on. Even worse, she turned snotty. The anti-Amy was here. She would tell us to mind our own business, yell at us, or worse, the biting sarcasm. She wasn't teasing now. She had turned into the nasty 13 year old we had always hoped we would not get. The only things that kept me from laying her across my lap and paddling her obnoxious little butt was the knowledge of what she was going through, and the look deep in her eyes that told me she hated what she was doing, but she just couldn't help it. The feeling that there was something going on here that we did not know about; that I was missing something important constantly plagued me.

Victoria and I were so worried, we started keeping an unofficial suicide watch on her. If she ever left the room alone, one of us followed her. Victoria and I were both on open-ended leaves from our jobs, until we got this straightened out. Some thoughtless idiot called Victoria from work about coming in for something stupid; by the time she was done handing their head to them on a platter, I was wondering if she would even have a job. I didn't care - I was sure I could find something for her to do. When I asked her who that was, she smiled faintly and told me it was her boss. I was impressed; I had never heard her set aside work for us so forcefully.

After a few days of this, we decided Amy had to at least bathe or shower or something. I had told Victoria about the baths when Amy was sick - she thought that might work.

I walked up behind her one day and kissed her on the neck. She smiled faintly. Good, I could still get some reaction.

"Come on, Amy, you need to take a shower. You stink, girl." I said. She turned around and gave me a nasty look.

"I don't really care. Stay away from me if you don't like it."

Oops, hit a nerve there. I bent down and whispered in her ear.

"We could take a bath together."

Finally. That got a reaction. She smiled almost prettily, said ok, and got up to go into the bathroom.

"Oh no you don't," I said, as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, where I had already run a bubble bath. Well, she didn't exactly squeal in glee, but she did give me a smile, hugged me, and sighed contentedly when she got in. I climbed in behind her, she leaned back against me, and went to sleep.

After two weeks, Victoria and I were desperate. I tearfully told her I thought we were going to lose Amy too, and I could not stand that. Suddenly, all these things started entering my mind that I had forgotten about before. It started with Amy telling me that Cindi was gone; she couldn't feel her anymore when I went to pick her up to take her to the hospital. Then I remembered all the times Cindi and Amy had told me that Victoria was ok, and the time Cindi told me that Amy was not ok. The way they communicated without words in the hospital room. The "dream", which I never believed was a dream that they both had in San Francisco. The way they looked at each other, possibly communicating, when they were trying to convince me that Victoria needed me. Maybe there was something here we were missing.

After Amy and I finished her bath, I brought her out into the living room. She promptly sat on my lap and started to go to sleep.

"No, Amy stay awake. We need to talk"

"Don't want to."

"What did you mean the day I picked you up when you said Cindi was gone, that you couldn't feel her anymore?"

Well! That certainly got a reaction. She looked at me with more fire, more anger in her eyes than I had seen in a long time.

"My sister is dead, Dad, and you are wasting my time playing games, asking me questions you've known the answer to for years? Give me a break and leave me alone."

I was not letting this one go. I moved her head, and held it so I could look directly into her eyes.

"Amy, have I ever lied to you?"

"Every Christmas, when I guess my Christmas present!" She smiled slightly. The old Amy was still in there, I just had to find a way to reach it. She was hurting badly in some way that I just did not quite understand yet.

"Ok, Have I ever lied to you about anything important?"

"Christmas presents are pretty important to a little girl," she replied. "Ok, Dad, no you haven't. What is your point?"

"The point is that neither your Mom nor I understand what you mean when you say you can't feel her anymore."

"Come on, Dad, you know what I mean, that place in your mind where Cindi was, where she lived, the place where you could always feel her, know she was there and ok. Doesn't it bother you that she isn't there anymore?"

Victoria and I looked at her blankly. She looked at us closely. Then I noticed something new on Amy's face - fear.

"You really have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" she whispered.

We both shook our heads. She started crying.

"Oh, God, I really am all alone then! I'm a freak! No one can help me! I wish I had died instead of Cindi! It's my fault. I insisted she go on that trip instead of me! I killed her!" She tried to get off my lap and run into her bedroom, but I held her and wouldn't let her go. She kept trying to get away. She got so desperate she swung around and hit me. Hard. It was so unexpected that I didn't even have a chance to stop her. She had never hit me before. There are just some things you never expect in life, and Amy hitting me was one of them. I felt the room spin, and then I blacked out.

When I came to, Victoria was bathing my head with a warm washcloth. My jaw really hurt. I didn't care for the look in her eyes. I knew she wouldn't hurt Amy, but she was in big trouble. Amy was holding me, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it, please wake up, I love you. Mommy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt him." She looked at Victoria, and knew she was NOT forgiven. Not yet, anyway. Victoria's eyes said she had had enough of this and something needed to change. I put my hand on her arm, and had her help me up.

"Victoria, it's ok. She didn't mean it. She can't help it. I know now why she's hurting."

The three of us sat and talked for hours. Victoria and I listened in amazement to a story we never knew or suspected.

It seems that Cindi and Amy had always had some kind of mental connection, since as early as they could remember. They had never mentioned it, because they just thought everyone did it. It was all they knew, so it was normal. They always knew where the other one was. Even on opposite sides of the continent, they knew where the other one was. Specific stuff, like she is in the mall downtown shopping. They couldn't tell what store, but knew the location. They were also able to tell the emotions and feelings of the other one. If Cindi was unhappy, upset, afraid, Amy knew it. They were also able, to a more limited degree, to do the same with Victoria and me. Apparently, Cindi was able to block access to her emotions to a certain degree, as she hid from Amy her emotions when she was being raped. Amy did not know how she did that. There were also some times lately when Cindi had been blocking her, from emotions that lasted a few hours. Amy got the impression that they were very intense, and were happy emotions, so Amy didn't worry about it. I could tell her what those were, but I was not going to! The last two years or so, starting in San Francisco, they started to be able to pass some rudimentary thoughts to each other. Their ability to monitor our emotions had gotten stronger. Hence, the ability to tell that Victoria was in trouble in San Francisco. And the ability to tell she was ok. They had lied about it being a dream, because by this time, they were beginning to realize that this was not something everyone could do. They didn't want to be thought of as freaks. They still thought that all of us in the family could do it, at least to some degree, until Amy found out differently today. Apparently, there was a little place in her mind where the knowledge of Cindi lived; it was always there, the feeling that she was ok, happy, etc. Now, that place was empty and black, and Amy was inconsolable. Imagine losing your eyesight. How devastating would that be? This was worse, maybe like losing your eyesight, your favorite sister, and your best friend, all at once.

"So, this is how, when we were in the altercation with the policemen, you told Cindi to stop Mom?"

"Well, yes, but how did you know about that? Cindi wasn't supposed to tell anyone about this stuff, we promised each other."

"Cindi didn't tell me; I heard you, loud and clear, but your lips never moved."

"That is new; I have never been able to do that before." She bit her bottom lip; she didn't seem to care for that at all.

We finally talked ourselves out. We had no solutions. Amy had lost something invaluable, that meant the world to her, and it was irreplaceable. Although we could never replace Cindi, we could fill our lives with other people, other friends. She could not do that. In many ways, Amy was even more upset now that we had talked. She knew she was truly alone in the world; no one was going to come save her. She wasn't sure she wanted to go on.

I was very upset when we went to bed. I had hoped that this would somehow make things better, knowing what the problem was, and all I had done was made it worse. I cried that night, after everyone was asleep. Not grieving for Cindi; I still had not gotten there yet, but grieving for Amy. A lost little girl that I had just hurt even more. I wished I could help; I would do anything to help this lost little girl find her way. Amy's arm tightening around my waist, her little kisses on my neck, and her head on my shoulder dropping her own tears told me my tears had not gone as unnoticed as I thought.

The next day, Sunday, things were even worse. Amy was, if possible, even more surly, rude, and obnoxious. I could see in her eyes how much she hated herself for it. She stayed in her room most of the day. We let her keep the door closed because we did not want her to think we didn't trust her, but we made a point of checking in with her on an irregular basis, but at least every hour or so. That pissed her off even more.

Victoria and I were sitting there, holding each other and trying desperately to think of something to do, when there was a timid little knock on the door. It was 11:00 in the morning. I remember looking at my watch, as it was an odd time for visitors. When I answered it, Katie was standing there. After I let her in, she just stood there, looking lost. Finally, she spoke.

"I am so sorry, Daddy." My eyes welled up with tears at that. She looked so much like Cindi, and she called me Daddy! "I would change places with her if I could. I would gladly take her place if it would bring her back," she sobbed. I looked in her eyes, and I knew this sweet little girl was telling the truth. She would, gladly. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. "I love you so much, I would do anything for you, anything at all," she whispered in my ear as she cried.

Finally, I pulled away from her. "So, did you just come over here to make me cry, or is there something we can do for you, little girl?" I said flippantly, trying to get a handle on my emotions. She giggled and looked at me speculatively. Then she got serious.

"Amy needs me. Now," she stated.

"Well, you know where her room is. Be warned. She is in a nasty mood. I hope you can cheer her up."

She smiled gently at me, said hi to Victoria, walked over to Amy's room, opened the door, and walked in, shutting the door after her. That was strange, I thought. Katie is impeccably polite. She never enters someone else's room, or house, without knocking first. Even if she has just been there. I shrugged, and went back to Victoria.

One hour later, there was still no sign of Amy or Katie. I went to her door, and knocked.

"What?!?" Amy hollered.

"Are you ok? You guys need anything to drink?"

"I know where it is if we do. Leave me alone! Stop bothering me!"

"Oh, Amy!" I heard Katie's voice, sounding angry. "You can't talk to him that way! He's your father."

"They won't leave me alone. I'm sick of it!"

"Amy, they are hurting too. Maybe worse than you. You lost a sister. They have lost two daughters, the way you are acting. Do you know what I would give to have a father like that? They love you so much..."

At that point, I stopped eavesdropping, feeling guilty. I sat down next to Victoria again. She saw the look on my face, and did not say anything. After another two hours and no Amy or Katie, I just had to risk Amy's wrath and check again. I knocked on the door again.

"Amy, honey, you ok? Is there anything I can get you?"

"I'm fine, Daddy. Thank you." Amy's sweet voice answered me. A pause, then apparently feeling bad for her nastiness at my last knock, "I love you and Mommy, Daddy!" I was too stunned and choked up to even answer. Victoria took one look at my face and knew something had happened.

"What happened?" she asked fearfully.

I smiled and said "Amy's back and I hope she stays."

Amy and Katie finally came out of the room at 5:00. Amy was smiling and they both had been crying. They hugged, and Amy asked Katie if she would see her in school tomorrow. Katie said absolutely. Amy went into the bathroom. Katie started to leave, and then walked over to me. She sat on my lap and whispered in my ear.

"She's ok. She will be fine now. It's ok now."

I hugged her tightly. "Thank you for giving me back my little girl. I can never repay you enough for this. Anything you ever want, just ask."

She giggled. "Careful what you say, I just might take you up on that!" She kissed me softly, then got up and went over to Victoria. They whispered too softly for me to hear. Katie giggled and blushed. Katie, blushing? I am probably glad I missed what was said there! The hugged, and Katie left.

A few minutes later, Amy came into the room. Her face was scrubbed and her hair was combed. Victoria had moved over to the couch next to me. Amy came over, and squished herself down in between us.

"Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry! I've been such a brat lately. I'm so ashamed. Please forgive me. I promise I will try to do better. Mom, please, please forgive me for hitting Dad. I love you both."

We cuddled together for quite a while, and then we all went out for pizza and pistachio ice cream. Well, ok, there are some disadvantages to being a happy family again.

Later, after Victoria went to bed, Amy and I stayed up and talked for a while. I asked her what had happened with Katie.

"Oh, nothing really. We just talked. She made me realize how lucky I was to have parents like you-guys. Made me see what a snot I had been. Dad, I am sorry. Cindi was so important to me." Her eyes were getting wet again. "I just lost it and went to pieces. I'm sure I will have bad days again. Katie will help. She's really nice. She's kind of like Cindi. And she really likes you!" She giggled. Oh, God, how I had missed that sound!

I may not be a certifiable genius teenager, but I can tell when the subject is being changed on me. She was good, though. I let her steer the conversation away from my question... Her changing the subject partially answered the question anyway. Just talked, my foot. My daughter never was a good liar. Well, as long as she was better, I was happy. I was beginning to suspect that Katie was a very special little girl, indeed.

Meeting Amanda For The First Time

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Meeting Amanda For The First Time

Tommy just moved to North Carolina to start his new job.  He‘d just moved into an apartment that a woman in a gas station, had told him was available.  It was just the amount of room he wanted.  What he liked most about the apartment complex was that it had a swimming pool also.  That was something he was most pleased about.                   

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verdana,geneva" size="3">Tommy is 20 yrs old, 135 lbs, 5' 11", brown hair, blue eyes and kinda between slender and muscular.  He has been working out some for about two months and was hoping to have the body that would make the female coworkers want to talk about.  The one thing he was hoping for was that it would give him more confidence around the girls at work.  That was the one thing he was never comfortable with.  In high school, Tommy only went out with about three girls.  Which, when figured up, was one girl a year.  It never failed.  Always after one date, they never would go out with him again because he was so awkward around them.

        The next day, after getting everything setup in his place, he decided to go for a walk around the apartments to check everything out.  Tommy had just made a full circle around the apartment complex and decided to finally go and checkout the pool area.  As he came up the walkway towards the pool he could hear some kids playing just up ahead.  When he peaked around the corner his eyes were drawn to one girl particularly.

Amanda had just turned 16 that day and was having an outside party with her friends and her mom.  They were out there running around and laughing and having the time of their lives.  She was little for her age.  Amanda looked like she only weighed about 90 lbs.  She was approximately 4' 10" with strawberry blonde hair down to her ass and the cutest breasts that Tommy had ever seen.  They couldn’t have been much more than a B cup from what he guessed.

Amanda and her friends were just starting to have a water balloon fight when Tommy started walking some more.  She seemed to be pretty quick at dodging everyone’s throws so someone decided to get her wet a different way.  Before Amanda could try to run two of her friends grabbed her and threw her in the pool.  When she climbed out of the water her shirt was completely stuck to her body, revealing every detail.  

Tommy immediately realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her beautiful breasts could be viewed without having to imagine what they might look like. 

Amanda had large nipples for a girl of her age.  The water wasn’t cold at all but once out of the pool and the nice spring breeze hit her chest her nipples stuck out about an inch.  Tommy had to almost slap himself to stop staring at her.  He was hoping her mom didn’t see him looking before he turned away.

Knowing that the other boys could see her breasts perfectly didn’t bother Amanda one bit.  She figured that she could give them a little show just to tease them.  She could see it was working because all four boys, that were there, decided to sit-down instead of stand up.  Amanda knew right there that their little peckers where sticking straight out after seeing her like that.  She also noticed Tommy trying not to look her direction and knew she was probably affecting him also. 

Amanda's mom finally told her to go inside and change and quit teasing her friends.  Her mom, Sarah, had the strawberry blonde hair just like her daughter and was about 3" taller than her daughter.  You could also see that if Amanda takes after her mom she is going to have a great set of DD tits on her.

Sarah saw Tommy and walked over to introduce herself.  She could tell that he was very nervous when he noticed that she was heading over to him. 

Tommy thought that he was going to get the crap slapped out of him. He was sure that she had noticed him staring at Amanda.  Tommy was starting to shake.  He was sure that he was in a lot of trouble, with her mom; because he was sure that he’d been caught staring at Amanda’s tits through her shirt.  He was hoping that Amanda’s mom had noticed the he had turned and looked away, maybe not right away, but he did look away.

"Hi! I'm Sarah.  You’re the one that just moved in yesterday over in the other building."

"Yes I did.  Hi, I’m Tommy.  I just moved here from out of state."

"Well I hope you like it here.  It’s a pretty quiet area around here.  Well except for today." 

"Looks like they where having a lot of fun Sarah."

"Yeah it’s my daughters’ birthday.  She just turned 16 today.  She wanted to have some of her friends over for it.  I can’t really complain though.  All of them have been pretty good.  But I think when the boys finally go home they will probably be spending some quality time in the bathroom or their bedroom.  If you know what I mean.”

"Sorry about staring at your daughter after she got out of the pool.  I really didn’t mean to do that.  I was kinda caught off guard by her shirt being so see-through.  I did turn away though but maybe not soon enough.

Sarah gave a little laugh.  "Oh that’s ok Tommy.  I think it’s bothered her friends more than anyone else.  Look at those poor boys over there.  Sooner or later they will get up from the steps."  Sarah felt sorry for them but couldn’t help laughing about it a little bit.

“You said she just turned 16 today?”

“That’s correct.  I know she doesn’t look 16, does she.  I have had people think that she is 14 or even 13.  It’s probably because she acts like she is younger than she really is and plus with her size I guess it’s easy for people to think that.”

About that time Amanda ran back outside.  This time she was wearing a solid white bikini.  Tommy's jaw just about hit the floor, when Amanda turned around to show her mom how the new thong bikini fit her, which her mom bought her for her birthday. 

"Well mom what do you think? Does it fit ok? How do I look?"

"I’m still not sure about you wearing a thong bikini at 16.  That really makes me nervous.  Tommy what do you think?"  Sarah turned to look at Tommy, who was standing there with his mouth dropped open.

"Well I think he likes it mom."  Amanda looked at Tommy and gave him a wink and another show of her bare ass.

That wink brought Tommy back to this world from the one he was in.  He couldn’t believe that he was looking at this beautiful 16 yr old girl and was actually starting to get a hard on.  “There is no way this girl is 16.”  Tommy thought to himself.

"Well sweetie I think your right.  You have definitely got Tommy's attention.  Looks like you got the other boys attention also." 

"Well Tommy what do you think of my swimsuit?" Amanda spun around really fast to show it off some more.  She tried for another revolution and lost her balance and fell towards Tommy.  Tommy tried to catch her and stumbled onto the ground with Amanda landing on top of him.

Tommy could feel her breast against his arm and his cock was starting to react to them.  To make it worse she sat up with her little butt on his semi erect cock.  This was not what he needed to have happen.  He was doing everything that he could to stop it from reaching its full 6" length with Amanda sitting on him.

Amanda sat there on top of Tommy and could feel the semi bulge in his pants and wiggled her butt around a little which almost turned bad for Tommy.  "Well, what do you think about my swimsuit? I’m not getting up till you tell me." 

Sarah looked at Tommy flat on the ground with her daughter sitting on him and said.  "You better say something because she won’t get off of you till you do."

At this point Tommy didn’t want her to get off of him but he knew this was bad.  It was very bad.  It would be Bubba up Tommy's ass in a jail cell bad.  But the feeling of her little ass on his cock was exciting. 

"You look really beautiful in it Amanda."  Tommy finally said.

"Yippy! I look beautiful.  Tommy said so."  Amanda started bouncing up and down on him now.  Sarah could see the look on Tommy's face.  She could see he was enjoying it but was trying very hard not too.

"Sweetie, why don’t you go inside and pick something out for dinner after the boys go home."

"Ok mom."  Amanda started to get up off of Tommy and then stopped, leaned over him and kissed him on the cheek.  After she ran for the house, Sarah could see the bulge in his pants and a small wet spot from the pre-cum.

Tommy noticed Sarah standing there staring at his crotch and started apologizing again to Sarah.  "I am so sorry."  Tommy stood up and covered himself with his hands.

"Don’t worry about it.  I could see you were trying very hard to keep it under control the best you could."

"I really am sorry though."  His cock was starting to go down some and he was glad about that.  "Well I guess I’m going to head back to my apartment and get something to eat also.  It was nice meeting you Sarah."

"It was nice meeting you also Tommy.  Maybe we can get together and have dinner sometime.  It’ll be fun."

Tommy smiled at her.  "I like that idea.  Maybe we can do it this weekend.

"That’ll work."  Sarah said and smiled back.

Tommy watched as Sarah went into her apartment and closed the door.  He started heading back to his place trying very hard to not think about how Amanda's ass looked and felt on his cock.  Even though his pants were on he was sure his cock was trying to work its way in the crack of her ass.  The thought of that was driving him nuts to the point that he had to go and strip out of his clothes and jack off to the vivid images that were imprinted in his mind.  When he finally came it was like he couldn’t stop.  Usually it was 2 or 3 good shots.   Not this time though.  Tommy shot six good shots of cum out of his cock.  The last one was so strong that he was dizzy.

"What the hell am I doing?!"  He thought to himself.  "Damn she is only 16.  You’re not a perv and you certainly weren’t raised to be one."

At that moment the doorbell rang.

To be continued.....

This is my first story and plan to add more to it.  Sorry that there isn’t any sex in this part.

Please leave comments and maybe rate my story.  You can also e-mail me at:  dirtymind_88@yahoo.com

Meeting mom's Random

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I couldn’t believe mom had brought home some rando from the bar. What did I mean, of course I believed it. She had less respect for herself than she had for me and she barely noticed me. It was so embarrassing hearing them through our paper thin walls. He was calling her all kinds of dirty names and she was calling him ‘daddy’ when her mouth wasn’t so obviously on his cock. He kept telling her to take it like a little whore and saying what a dirty little slut she was with a mouth like sin itself. I squirmed in bed and rubbed up against my pillow and tried to ignore the tingling between my legs. I went to touch myself and pulled back. I didn’t want to enjoy what I saw as my mother’s shame no matter how it made me feel. It seemed to take forever but it was only an hour or less before they h

Teen Model Surprise

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When some people suddenly come into money they get foolish by heading off to vegas, or somewhere else to blow their new found money. Myself, I've always had a plan.

Several times, I had driven past the deserted strip mall. It's in a nice area, but I guess the key to this kind of thing is to find a well traveled area, which it isn't. I located the owner. I told him how much room I needed (not much), and he was happy when I payed him for three months in cash. Then I set up a photographer's studio inside with a mock up of a bedroom and a living room.

Next, I went to her website. She was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. Her bronze skin, long dark hair, and innocent face had made me just love her. I clicked on the "Contact Us" icon and sent an email with a subst

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antial offer for her to model lingerie, including airfare and two nights motel for her and her parents. The reply was not what I expected. The reply, in short, said she only modeled for real photographers and I should go piss up a rope.

Completely stunned, it took more than a week for me to hunt elsewhere. Searching lists and faces, I located a relative newcomer. She was similar in appearance to the first model, and much more a tease. I was especially drawn by her little lips. That kind of thing had always turned me on. I repeated the same kind of offer to her as the first model. The reply was almost instant. Not only were they cooperative, but they were willing to work into my schedule. It took me a couple of hours to set up the reservations, but they would be here for the next weekend.

I had a limo pick them up at the airport in order to give me more credibility. The next morning, I went to the hotel to pick them up. I was surprised to see only the model and her father. "Her mother had a crisis in the family" he explained. I looked at the model. She was shorter than I thought, coming in a little under five feet. She wore a tight blue T shirt that showed little bumps on her chest. Form fitting short pants hugged her tiny butt.

I drove them to the studio. I explained to them I was trying to tell a story through pictures. I wanted her to wear a schoolgirl's outfit, which she would then change out of into the lingerie. It only took a few minutes for her to change and I set up the lights. I had her stand a couple of places while I checked the light and the camera.

Finally ready, I had her appear to walk into the bedroom. Then button by button, I had her pose taking off the schoolgirl shirt, then the skirt. Then I waited a few minutes while she picked out and put on one of the lingerie outfits I had on a rack in the dressing room. I was really surprised when she picked out a sheer babydoll nightie. We could both see her tiny pink nipples through the sheer fabric. My dick was straining against my pants as I directed through several dozen poses. Then I asked her to get a new lingerie outfit.

She returned several minutes later with a black lace teddy. I knew it was a front clasp top, and so this would mean different kinds of poses. I had her pose over her shoulder and with one foot on the bed, then had her open the front clasp an inch while I took several camera angles. I had her open the top a couple more inches and I took several more shots. "Do you want me to take the top off?" she asked, flooring me.

"That's up to your dad" I said, turning to him.

"She's comfortable with nudity" he replied.

I had her tease in several more shots before having her open the top to show me her bare chest. Next, I had her tease me with the ties on her panties, untying one side, then the other before letting them fall to the floor. I had her move up onto the bed. I was on a roll now and her father didn't say a word as I directed her through several poses. The pose I felt was the dealmaker was her on a fours, her butt up in the air with her hairless pussy lips exposed. I obviously took a closeup and still he didn't say a word.

Her next pose was legs spread, then on her back with legs spread. I moved in for a closeup, then had her spread her pussy lips. I saw moisture between her pussy lips, which had become pink and swollen. Then I told her to open the nightstand drawer. I had placed several vibrators in there, not knowing if I could ever get things that far. She selected a thin green one.

I took a picture of her kissing the vibrator, then sliding it into her mouth to simulate oral sex. She was the most cooperative girl I'd ever met. I had her touch her nipples several times before having her placing the vibrator between her legs. Hevsilent father still said nothing, but I noticed him touch his obviously hard dick through his pants as she started inserting the vibrator in her tiny pussy. I moved in for closeups again and noticed that not only was the vibrator sliding in and out without trouble, but it was very moist. I had reached my point of no return.

I took her hand and had her take the vibrator out. I pulled my zipper down. She smiled and spread her legs in an inviting way. I moved into position. I placed my dick at her opening. She reached down placing her fingers as to pull me in. She squeaked as my dick entered her, which tuirned into full moan. I was so turned on that I started bunny fucking her with fast hard strokes. Her moan turned into the kind of stoccato moan one hears as an old roller coaster bangs down a track.

Her dad walked up just then, fully nude and placed his dick in her face. She turned and took it in her mouth as I shot my load in her. I rested a couple of minutes while she orally pleased her father. "You aren't done are you?" she asked with a smile. "No" I replied as I prepared to enter her a second time.

This time, I took my time with slow solid strokes. I was several minutes into fucking her when her dad came in her mouth. He stepped back and watched as I turned her and put her on all fours as I fucked her from behind. Her dad stepped up for some more cock sucking. I wet a finger and began to stick it in her ass. "That's nasty" she said.

"Do you like it?" I asked. She gave me a weird smile.I stuck my finger all the way in. She howled. I felt my cum rising again. I shot my second load in her. "You naughty man" he said as I sat back.

We didn't take any more pictures that day, although we broke for lunch and dinner. Seeing her leave the next morning broke my heart as I fondly recalled fucking her. Oh well, on to the next model.    

What we did, was it normal?

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Ok, so for starters, my name is Niki, and I live in a normal neighborhood in a shoreline town in New England.  I'm 13 years old, and I think I'm a little on the chubby side, but nobody else does.  I have an older brother Eric, who is 15 and like all boys 15, they think they know everything.  He has wanted me to get naked with him for a while, but I won't, it's just sick.  He has even come into my room, and barged into the bathroom on me, naked. He is so nasty.  This story isn't about him though. 

So school is out, and summer is here, and it's another month till my birthday, but, enough about me.   It was early in the d

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ay, and I was walking to the center of town to go see a movie.  I was meeting up with 2 of my friends, Katie and Laurie.  We do everything together, and today it was the movies.  It wasn't nice enough for the beach.  So, after the movie, we went to the mall, just to hang around and see who else we would run into.  It was pretty dead so we went to Katie's house, cuz her parents were both working and she is an only child, so we would have the hole house to ourselves.   We decided to play a game of TRUTH OR DARE.  

Laurie started out, daring me to tell about what Eric looks like naked.  They know I have seen him naked, and they both thought he was cute.   "He's disgusting,  he's not muscular and everytime I've seen him naked, his dink is always hard and his sack is all wrinkled,  is that good enough?"   Katie said "No, you have to tell us about his pecker, how big is it?".  "It's not big"  I tell them, "infact, I think the dog has a bigger one."   With that, I thought I was done, but They both wanted more.  "What about his butt?"  Laurie chimed in.  "What about it?" I asked.  "Is it tight?"  "Hell, I don't know, I have never touched it, infact, I have never looked at it... I'm done".    "Ok, ok"  they laughed. 

Then I started.  "So, Katie,  I dare you to tell what Laurie looks like naked."    It wasn't fair, but I know that they have seen each other naked before.  They have invited me to join in, but I never have.  I don't know why I asked this, but now that I had, it was too late to take it back.   Katie stood up and stood behind Laurie and asked "would you like to see?"  "No, "  but that didn't matter,  Katie was already stroking Laurie's shoulders and arms, working her way down to her chest.  As she did that, I started to look away, I was embarassed, and really wish I hadn't opened my mouth. 

It didn't matter that I looked away, Katie started to describe her to me.  Initially, I didn't want to hear it, but I was finding myself more and more intrigued, so I listened, and tried not to look, but found myself with that tingle, and the idea of what she looked like naked was getting more and more exciting to me.  I found myself looking without even knowing I was looking.   Katie was stroking Lauries body, and as she stroked, she told us what she saw, she even included the reactions Laurie was giving, the visible chivers, the goose bumbs, all that.  They saw that I was watching and could see my curiosity and the next thing I see, Katie was taking Laurie's top off, showing her flat stomach, and the few freckles she had.  As I followed up her chest, I saw the mounds that would soon grow into breasts, hers were smaller than mine, but her nipples seemed to be bigger, they looked hard to me. 

As I watched and listened, Katie was gently dragging her hands over her chest, and her nipples seemed to grow harder, this was incredible,  I wanted to touch them, to see what hers felt like, now my curiosity was really building.   I felt a tingle in my crotch, and I liked it.  I had to reach over and touch Laurie's breast, gently, I took my right hand and just placed it over her chest.  It was firm, like mine, but smaller, and her nipple felt different, almost sharp against my hand.  Laurie took her hand and put it over my hand, keeping it there.   All the while this was going on, Katie never stopped what she was doing. Her hands had found their way down Laurie's stomach and to the waste band of her shorts.   She was gently rubbing her hands over Laurie's clothes, and Laurie showed her approval with her moans and the way she was squirming. 

I was feeling tingles like I have never felt before.  My crotch was all tingling and I had a feeling that I needed to do something, I had to touch it, hold it, it was intense.  My free hand went to my crotch and it was wet.  I could feel the cool air now.  I had never felt this before.  Katie saw this and took her hand from Laurie to my crotch.   I jumped but it felt good, I liked it.  The next thing I know, Laurie was rubbing my chest, and Katie was patting my crotch. Nobody has ever touched me like that, even though Eric had tried.  I was scared and excited at the same time.  I still had my hand at my crotch, and Katie did too. 

I don't know when, but eventually, I found that I was completely naked, Laurie was, and Katie had her blouse off.  My chest was bigger then both of theirs, but I didn't care.  Laurie showed signs of hair growing over her crotch, which really had me excited, I had to touch it, and I did.  I was more course then what I expected, but it was nice, it was just barely there, and the area just above her vagina seemed to be puffed out.  Thats when I noticed her breathing was deep and she was obviously excited.  I looked at her vagina and it was glistening, and wet, like mine.  I had a hand on my crotch and felt my wetness, and moved it to Lauries, and she really liked it alot.  I jerked my hand away, but she asured me it was ok. Katie was all naked now too, but she was just watching.  That made me uncomfortable, but she explained she just wanted to watch.  Laurie said that wasn't fair, so she joined us now on the floor, and all naked.  They both took the opportunity to look me over, all over.  They ran their hands all over me pushing and prodding at my parts that had never felt so good before. 

I got the nerve to look at their's too, and it seems they like it when I did.  We spent about an hour, maybe more just looking and touching each other, it was nothing I had ever thought about doing before, after all, I was always told it was supposed to be a boy that made a girl feel like this, but still, this was sending tingles, it was ok that we did this, wasn't it?

Foster Daughter 3

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Jason was sitting behind his desk in his large, corner window office. His construction company owned a large building in the middle of the city; his office was on the top floor, facing southwest. The rest of the top floor held a large drafting room for when he personally worked on the plans for a building, a conference room for dealing with clients, and a simple bedroom that held a small bed and a single bathroom, for times when he had to work overnight.

He sat behind his mahogany desk, nervously spinning his pencil in his fingers. He had long since finished his day’s work, but the thought of going home had his stomach in

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knots. He didn't know how he was going to face Sarah....

After forcing himself on his foster daughter he had gotten up and stormed out of the house. He had come here, to his office, spending the night in the small bedroom. He had called home earlier to speak to Margi before she left for work, and she had sounded like her normal cheerful self, only mentioning Sarah to say that she had left for school without her Economics book.

Jason didn't know what to expect. His behavior with Sarah had been unforgivable, but she obviously hadn't said anything to Margi...yet. He didn't know how he was going to be able to go home and face his foster daughter.

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Sarah was leaning back against the elevator wall, one leg crossed behind the other as she watched the screen counting up the numbers of the floors. She had gone home after school, but the time Jason usually came home came and went. It didn't take her long to realize that he was nervous about returning. She wasn't surprised, after the way he had left last night.

Figuring that he would have a hard time of it, Sarah decided to go to his office and get the hard part over with. She changed from her school clothes into a short black skirt and a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She only buttoned the two middle buttons, leaving her belly button and chest partially exposed, just enough to tease, but not enough to look slutty.

It hadn't been hard to find the building; she knew the address by heart. Once in the building she found out what floor from the receptionist in the lobby. The woman had offered to call Jason for her, but she had asked her not to, telling the woman that she wanted to surprise her "dad". The woman, a slightly older lady, had thought the idea sweet, and so agreed.

Now here she was, headed up to his office, nonchalantly singing along with the elevator music as she waited. A few men got on the elevator with her at the 2nd floor. They had entered the elevator chatting away, but when they saw her they fell silent, all three of them eyeing her from head to foot until they finally got off at the 4th floor.

Sarah had everything planned out. Some of the men she had seduced preferred their girls to act slutty, some preferred that she act unwilling, all men had their different tastes. She was fairly certain that she knew what Jason's taste was. He was attracted to her because she was open and lively and enthusiastic, if she came onto him in an overtly slutty manner it would contradict what he thought of her, and so it would turn him off from her. Instead she would play the part of the sweet, lovesick, but slightly confused girl. She would convince Jason that she was in love with him, and so she wanted him as her lover, but when he had forced her last night she had been frightened...but she could forgive him, and perhaps together they could make things right...

The young seductress was pulled from her thoughts when the soft ding alerted her that she had reached the top floor, just as the doors slid open. She stepped out into the carpeted hallway, going to the right as the receptionist had instructed. At the end of the hall there were two large double doors that led to Jason's office.

Sarah knocked lightly before letting herself in, catching her breath when she saw Jason sitting behind the desk. He was by far one of the most handsome foster fathers she had had yet. The clothes he wore could not hide his broad shoulders and muscular form.

Jason looked up as the door to his office swung open, expecting to see Kim, his receptionist. Instead there was Sarah, standing there with her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders. He didn't really know what to say.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out without really thinking. "What I did was wrong."

"How you did it was wrong, but there was nothing wrong with what you did," Sarah corrected him softly. At Jason's confused __expression she explained. "You love me, don't you?"

"Well, yes, but-" before he could finish Sarah cut him off.

"And I love you too. When two people love each other, isn't it only right for them to show it?" as she spoke Sarah moved closer, walking around his desk to stand next to him.

"Of course, but Sarah, I have Margi, I'm married." Jason meant his voice to be firm, but as the beautiful teen came closer his willpower seemed to drain away.

Sarah leaned against his desk, taking one of his hands in both of hers. "I know that. But I also know that Margi doesn't give you the love every man needs. I don't expect you to leave Margi for me. I just want to give you what you need, because I love you."

Her voice was so soft and reasonable. Her __expression was earnest. Jason had no doubt that she truly believed that there was nothing wrong with this. It felt so good to be near her, it would be so easy just to give in and agree with her....

"No," Jason stood up and took his hand from her. "It would be wrong for me to take advantage of you like that. Last night I made a horrible mistake, and I hope you can forgive me for it. I promise it will never happen again."

Sarah gave an inward sigh, a bit irritated. Apparently it was going to take a little more effort to help Jason get over his fear of doing something so taboo. But remembering how good it felt when he pounded into her last night, remembering the feeling of his hard prick plowing into her...that was enough to give her the patience she needed to wait for him to come around.

"It's ok Jason, there's nothing to forgive," she said with a sweet smile. "And if you don't want me anymore, that's ok too. But I still love you, and maybe one day you will change your mind about this." With that said, Sarah stepped closer to Jason, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him gently on the lips and then moving away before he had time to react.

Jason had to fight the urge to moan at the feeling of her soft lips on his. His hands had instinctively moved to wrap around her, but before they could touch her she had moved away. He watched, emotions in turmoil, as his foster daughter walked out of his office.

He sat down with a heavy sigh. The girl was so sweet and naive; she actually believed that because she loved him it was ok for her to relieve his sexual frustrations. Part of him was dying to take her up on the offer, but his conscience held him back, saying it wouldn't be right to take advantage of the girl's naive way of thinking.

In the elevator, Sarah was smiling smugly at her reflection. Maybe things hadn't worked out just as she had planned, but she knew that it had been hard for Jason to turn her away, and she also knew that he would be struggling with himself from this day forward, until he finally decided to give into his urges and take what she offered.

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In the weeks that followed, life went on as normal, as far as anyone could tell. Jason made up with Margi, taking her out on the town and promising that he wouldn't pressure her like that again. Margi was happy to forgive him, and things seemed to be peaceful.

Everyday Jason would come home from work, Sarah would already be home. She would act normally, and so would he. When Margi got home they would all have dinner together, making small talk and chatting about the day. On the surface everything seemed to be quiet.

But everyday Sarah carefully chose what outfits she wore, knowing that Jason would see her. She carefully planned where she would be when he came home. Every time she accidentally brushed up against him, every time she showed him some innocent affection, it was all carefully thought out and planned, designed to weaken his resolve to not touch her again.

Jason gave no outward sign of the internal struggle he suffered. He once came home to find Sarah laying on her stomach on her bed, her beautiful long legs held in the air, causing her skirt to ride up to expose her tan thighs and white panties. Sometimes, when they did something particularly nice for her, Sarah would hug first Margi and then him. Just a quick, innocent hug, but it took all his willpower not to grab her and hold her in his arms.

As it was, every night, after he and Margi had been in bed for a while, he would let himself out of the room and go downstairs to beat off. Sometimes he would go to the garage; sometimes he would go out to the pool house.

Every night he went, sometimes Margi was asleep; sometimes she was only pretending to be asleep. She didn't mind him going, she knew what he was doing, and she was glad that he was taking care of himself rather than trying to force her into sex. She never raised a fuss about it, because if she did she was sure that he would argue that he wouldn't have to do it if she would do her duty as a wife.

Both Margi and Jason thought that Sarah was asleep by these times, but they were wrong. Sarah knew all about Jason's late night masturbation sessions, and in them she saw a window of opportunity.


Sarah was lying awake in bed, her arms folded behind her head. She glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand; 1:03 in the morning. Normally Jason would have made his escape by now. She was beginning to think he intended to skip a night when she heard footsteps carefully making their way down the stairs. She smiled to herself as she thought over her plan in her head.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs ended as Jason reached the bottom step, and then there was a long silence as he soundlessly made his way across the marble floor. Sarah held her breath, straining to hear where he went. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of the sliding glass door of the backyard being slid open and then closed.

She got lightly to her feet and crept to the window that looked out into the backyard. Being careful to stay in the shadows she watched as Jason made his way across the lawn and to the pool house. She watched him until he disappeared inside; once he was out of her sight she turned from the window and walked to her full-length mirror. Tilting her head she studied the reflection before her.

She wore an oversized white t-shirt that covered her to mid-thigh, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Reaching up, she pulled the hair tie from her hair and watched as it cascaded down around her shoulders in long, silky waves. The girl in the mirror looked sweet as a child, with the body of a woman; her expression was the picture of innocence until her lips formed a sly smile. Sarah had been doing this long enough now to know when she had a man trapped, and tonight, Jason would be hers.

 

 

Jason had already begun his nightly ritual, wasting no time in opening up his robe and freeing the erection that strained against his pajama bottom pants. The pool house had several small changing rooms and two showering rooms for guests to rinse off. The main part was sort of like a small living room, with a couch, two smaller chairs, a coffee table and a TV set equipped with a VCR and DVD player. It was the wonderful thing about being in construction; he had been able to design ever aspect of his home.

 

Sitting down on the couch, he idly stroked his cock with one hand as the other picked up the remote control and turned on first the TV and then the DVD player. The porno that he usually watched was still in place, he trusted that Margi would have no reason to come out to the pool house since they had not guests.

 

Hitting play, the movie began. A teenaged girl was the first image to appear on the screen; wearing a pleated skirt, white thigh-high stockings, a white button up blouse that was only partially done up, her long blonde hair put up in pigtails. It was a very stereotypical outfit, but it was the girl’s face that attracted Jason the most. Her face still held a childlike quality that all women eventually lost.

 

The girl was posing for the cameraman in several positions meant to show off her firm young body. She tried to look serious and aloof, the way so many models do, but the girls face kept breaking into a smile and her laughter escaped her lips.

 

The next scene showed the very same girl, leading the cameraman through the house. It seemed as though it were a mock game of chase, the way she would run ahead a little, squealing with playful fright before turning to look teasingly at the camera, calling out “Come get me, Daddy.”

 

Hearing those words was enough to make Jason groan as he squeezed his fist up and down his hard shaft. For a minute his eyes fluttered shut as he imagined that another young girl was on that screen; one with brown hair and piercing blue eyes…

 

“Hold on, sugar,” hearing the man’s voice brought Jason’s attention back to the screen. The camera was focused on a large bed, the young girl was laying on her back, propped up on her elbows watching as the man appeared to be setting the camera up on some kind of stand. When the jiggling of the camera finally stopped a man who appeared to be in his late 30’s backed away, making minor adjustments with the zoom before smiling into the lens and turning to the girl on the bed.

 

The man, who was wearing only a pair of boxers, moved to the side of the bed and beckoned for the girl to come to him. He pulled his boxers down just enough to allow his already growing manhood free, stroking his hand up and down the length while the girl crawled across the bed to kneel in front of him.

 

“Suck daddy’s dick for the camera, sugar,” he ordered in a strained voice.

 

The girl took his cock in her hands, stroking it with her fingers while her tongue teased the tip. One hand grasped his ball sac, squeezing softly as the other hand jerked up and down at the base of her father’s hardening cock.

 

Her tongue could be seen flicking out to caress the cock head in slow circles. At first she took in only the head, sucking until her cheeks caved in. She began to pump her head slowly, taking a little more cock into her mouth with each downward stroke, looking up at the man’s face the entire time.

 

Daddy was obviously getting impatient with this slow teasing; he grabbed onto the girl’s pigtails and used them to drag her head down hard, forcing his hard dick down her throat.

 

Jason groaned when he saw the girl start to gag on the huge dick being forced down her throat. His hand began moving faster, his head fell back against the back of the couch as his eyes closed and all he heard was the wet sounds of the girl slurping and her muffled cries and moans.

 

He imagined Sarah, kneeling before him, between his legs, taking his cock the very same way. He imagined feeling her gag on his manhood while she looked up at him with those intense blue eyes. “Sarah…”

 

The mental image was enough to make him cum, and he would have had a voice not come from behind him just then.

 

“Yes?”

 

 

Sarah had walked in several minutes ago. The door was behind and to the left of where Jason was sitting, but he had been too focused on the screen to notice her enter.

 

She had slowly made her way to stand behind him so that she could see what he was watching as well. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what the movie was about, and she quickly lost interest. Instead, she focused on the man in front of her. She couldn’t see anything but the back of his shoulders and head, but she didn’t need to see it to know what he was doing. While he was absorbed in watching the movie, she watched him. She didn’t care what the man on the screen did to his daughter; she only knew that she wanted Jason to do those things to her.

 

He seemed to be on the verge of climax, judging by the way his pace quickened and his breathing began to grow erratic. As he leaned back against the couch, he moaned out her name, “Sarah…”

 

It was too good an opening for her to pass up. “Yes?”

 

 

Jason’s eyes flew open wide as he struggled to turn around and face the intruder. Sarah stood before him, her expression showing nothing.

 

“Sarah…what are you doing out here?” he demanded, though there was no real conviction in his voice.

 

“I heard something, it woke me up, so I came out to see who was back here,” she explained calmly, her eyes sliding from his face and down the length of his body that was exposed by his open robe. His firm chest, his flat stomach that showed a hint of the six-pack beneath…his raging hard on.

 

Jason noticed the trail of her eyes and quickly tried to close his robe. Even with the fabric pulled back into place, his straining cock made the robe tent outwards. “You shouldn’t be out here, it’s late, and you should be asleep.”

 

“So should you,” she said matter-of-factly. “What are you doing out here?”

 

“Nothing, I was just…watching a movie and I-“ Jason tried to sputter out an explanation, his face growing warm.

 

Sarah gave him a small smile, “Jason, I’m not stupid, I know WHAT you’re doing out here, but I don’t understand WHY you’re doing it out here. I don’t understand why a man like yourself is having to sneak around in the middle of the night to do what a woman who loves you should be doing for you.”

 

Jason’s expression hardened at the mention of his wife, his anger quickly flaring, “That’s between Margi and myself, it doesn’t concern you.”

 

Seeing that he was starting to get angry, Sarah began to move around the couch. She didn’t want him to get angry; it would make it easier for him to resist her. “Of course, but I’m not talking about Margi.” She pressed herself close to him, cupping one cheek in her hand. She could feel his firm jaw line and the muscles moving under her fingers as he clenched his teeth.

 

At her touch, Jason’s cock twitched. Her hand was soft against his cheek, her breath warm and sweet on his face. After just imagining her on her knees in front of him, and knowing he had already taken her once, it made it extremely hard for him to resist her. “Sarah, please, I told you…I made a mistake, and it won’t happen again. I had no right to force myself on you.”


”And what if I give you the right?” she countered softly. “It’s not considered forced when you’re only taking what I would give you willingly.” As she spoke she put her other hand on his chest, inside his robe, slowly tracing the contours of his muscles.

 

Her words startled him at first, but then he shook his head, “No, you’re only saying that because you’re too young to know any better. It’s my fault,” he tried to move away from her caressing hands before he lost all control again.

 

“I know that I love you,” she said, stepping with him to keep him from getting away from her. “I know that I want to show you how much I love you in every way I can. Isn’t sex one of the most intimate ways? Isn’t that why it’s calling making love?”

 

Her constant moving forward forced Jason back until his legs hit the edge of the couch, forcing him to sit down. “Yes, but Sarah-“

 

“You love me too, don’t try to deny it, I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me, or try NOT to look at me,” her voice held a tinge of amusement as she began to lower herself down in front of him.

 

Jason closed his eyes, knowing she was right, “But Sarah, even if I do love you, things can’t work out between us, I’m married.”

 

“I know that,” she slid on hand up his thigh, forcing him to spread his thighs wider so that she could kneel between them. “I’m not asking you to leave Margi for me, I don’t want you to change anything in your life. I only want you to let me love you.” As she spoke she tugged his robe open again, revealing his manhood that still stood hard as rock.

 

He sucked in a quick breath, feeling his resistance crumbling, “But Margi—“

 

“Won’t even let you touch her,” Sarah cut him off. “She denies you what you need the most. I love you, I don’t want to be your wife, I just want to give you what your wife refuses to.” With that, Sarah bent forward slowly, her eyes never leaving Jason’s as her tongue snaked out to lick the tip of his dick.

 

“Oh, God, Sarah…” he groaned loudly, his eyes closing as his head fell back and his muscles tensed. All resistance was torn away with a single flick of her moist, warm tongue.

 

Seeing that he would object no more, Sarah began to run her tongue up the underside of his manhood, starting at the base. Once she reached the head she sucked it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, coating it with her spit.

 

Jason’s hips jerked up involuntarily, his dick instinctively wanting to bury itself in the warmth of Sarah’s willing mouth. His hands squeezed the couch cushions underneath him as he tried to hold himself in check. He wanted to fuck her rough, without holding back; he wanted to work off all of the tension Margi’s little chastity vow had caused him, work it off using Sarah’s throat and then her tight little cunt.

 

Sarah took as much of Jason’s cock into her mouth as she could without gagging herself, her hands jerking off the rest of his length that could not fit. Her fingers felt how hot his dick was, traced the veins that traveled up the length of it. After a moment of mentally preparing herself, Sarah deep throated him, feeling Jason’s cock hit the back of her throat and continue slightly farther. She couldn’t stop herself from gagging.

 

When he felt Sarah gagging around his meat it was almost too much for him, Jason knew that he had to blow his load soon. He used her long hair to gently pull her head back, “Sarah, stop before you make me cum in your mouth,” his voice breathless.

 

“That’s kinda the idea,” she said when her mouth was off of him, her smile warm and teasing. “I want you to put your cum in me.”

 

The animal inside Jason demanded that he dominate her, this teasing little girl who thought she had so much control over things. He didn’t want to hurt her, just to show her who was in charge; prove his dominance.

 

“Oh don’t worry sweet heart,” Jason’s voice was more controlled now as he leaned towards her, “You’re taking this load whether you want it or not, but I have a different way in mind.” With that he lifted her and placed her on the low coffee table in front of the couch. He positioned her so that she was laying on her back with her butt close to the edge, so that her feet rested easily on the floor.

 

He moved between her open thighs. When she tried to rise slightly he used on hand on her shoulder to force her back down, “My turn, darlin.”

 

Sarah’s heart was racing as Jason forced her onto the coffee table. She strained against his hand, but was no match for his strength. She could only lift her head and look down at the space between their bodies. She could see Jason sliding her underwear off and dropping them to the floor, holding his cock in one hand as he guided it to her entrance. She could feel the wet head pushing against her, forcing its way inside of her. She was already wet, and so was his dick from her own spit, and so it slid in easily.

 

Jason did not thrust inside of her; instead he sank into her inch by inch. Sarah watched as his stiff dick disappeared form her sight, as if by magic. But she knew it was still there because she could feel it as it slowly made it’s way up inside of her. For a minute she thought it would never stop, but finally she felt his balls pressing up against her, and she knew she had taken his entire shaft.

 

“Oh, God,” Jason moaned out as he hilted himself inside of the young girl beneath him. Sliding into her was like sliding into warm silk. Her pussy felt like a glove around his dick, squeezing the length as her inner muscles contracted. He lifted her t-shirt up to expose her breasts, bending down to suck one of the nipples into his mouth, keeping his hips perfectly still as he remained buried in her.

 

Lifting his head, he looked down into her eyes, completely lost in the lust filled moment. “Whose pussy is it?” he asked in a commanding tone.

 

Sarah could barely catch her breath. Feeling Jason’s cock pulsing inside of her was all she had ever wanted, but now to have him taking control away from her was more than she expected. For a moment her shock caused her to remain silent.

 

When he didn’t get his answer right away, Jason jerked his hips forward as much as he could, trying to force himself deeper without pulling back at all, trying to hit her cervix. “Baby girl,” his words were slow and deliberate, “Whose. Pussy. Is. It?”

 

Though his voice was soft, it was also demanding, and his eyes told her he refused to accept any answer but the one he wanted. “Yours,” she replied in a gasping breath as she felt her cunt being stretched.

 

Satisfied with her answer, he pulled back until his dick was completely out of her. Then he sank into her once again, this time going a little quicker, but still taking his time so that he could feel it as every inch of his cock slid into her slick warmth.

 

Once he had hilted himself again, he repeated his question, “Whose is it?” He began to slowly pull back out again as he waited for his answer.

 

This time her reply was immediate, “Yours, Jason, it’s yours.”

 

“Call me ‘Daddy’,” he commanded harshly, this time he pounded his cock in with one quick, brutal thrust.

 

Sarah gasped at the pain mixed with pleasure, “Daddy! It’s yours, it’s yours Daddy,” she quickly corrected herself, though her voice was strained as she could hardly keep her mind focused on anything but the hard cock between her legs.

 

Hearing her call him daddy in such a lustful voice snapped the last strand of any form of control Jason had been holding onto.  One hand slid down between their bodies, his thumb easily finding the wet little nub he knew would give her the most pleasure. He began to piston his hips into her, his thumb grinding against her clit in time with his thrusts.

 

“Ohhh,” Sarah’s eyes rolled back when she felt the direct contact with her clit. “Oh, Daddy.” As she moaned out daddy she noticed he pounded even harder, driven on by the word. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she encouraged, her hands moving to grip his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist and her ankles locking behind him.

 

Her soft, moaning voice drove him over the edge. He pulled his thick cock completely out before plunging it back in as hard as he could. He used his free hand to lift her ass off of the coffee table while his other hand continued to grind against her sensitive nub.

 

The deep fucking was more than she could take. Sarah came hard on Jason’s pumping cock. The wave of warmth washed through her cunt, coating Jason’s dick even more. She trembled as her orgasm washed over her, and Jason’s continued contact with her clit made her gasp each time his thumb touched her.

 

Feeling Sarah’s muscles clench around him, Jason knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. He pulled back until only the head remained inside of her, “Beg me for my cum, baby.” It wasn’t a request.

 

Sarah was quick to oblige him, “Daddy, please cum inside of me. Please? I want to feel your cum shooting up inside of me, I want to feel my Daddy’s hot cum deep inside of me—“

 

Her words were more than enough. Jason drove himself in as deep as he could. When he was balls deep inside of the willing teenager he felt the first spurt of cum shoot out into her. He continued to thrust into her without pulling too far back, each thrust of his hips depositing another spurt of warmth into her waiting pussy.

 

Finally, when he knew he was done, Jason propped himself up on his arms, looking down on her, his shrinking cock still buried inside her depths. “I’ve really got to stop doing this,” he said with a sigh.

 

Sarah’s eyes had been lazily half closed as she enjoyed the after-orgasm glow. At Jason’s words they snapped open. “What? Jason, I already told you I WANT this and—“

 

Jason laughed at her near panic, “I didn’t mean stop this,” he thrust his hips forward slightly for emphasis. “Now that I’ve gone this far, this isn’t going to stop even if you wanted it to.” He laughed at her relieved expression. “But this is the second time I’ve cum inside you without protection…”

 

“Is that all you’re worried about?” Sarah smirked. “Jason, I started taking the pill when I was 14, now I just get the Depo shot every three months.”

 

Jason gave a small sigh of relief, but then his hand moved to grip her chin and make her look at him, “That’s good, I’m glad, but that is the last time you call me ‘Jason’, understand?”

 

“But Ja-“ Sarah began to speak but stopped when she saw the warning look in his eyes. “But Daddy,” she corrected herself, “what about when we’re with Margi, or anyone else for that matter?”

 

Jason thought it over. “Fine, I’m willing to let that go, but when it’s just us, I don’t want to hear you call me ‘Jason’ again, understand?”

 

Sarah gave a teasing smile, “Yes, Daddy.”

 

Jason smiled back, “Good girl,” he murmured before bending to kiss her tenderly, his tongue slowly exploring her mouth.

 

When he finally broke the kiss, Jason picked up her discarded underwear. He eased himself up and out of her and then quickly replaced her underwear to make sure that if any of his seed spilled out it would remain there. He may not want to get her pregnant, but there was something extremely erotic about knowing that his cum was inside of her, his sperm were swimming in her womb. A part of him would be inside her always, he would see to it.

 

After straightening their clothes they made their way out of the pool house. Jason led Sarah into her room, where he tucked her into bed and kissed her passionately before moving away and drawing the sheer curtains closed around her. “Goodnight, baby.”

 

“Goodnight, Daddy,” was the sleepy reply that floated out to him as he turned out the lights and closed the door.

Note: I'm sorry it took so long for me to write the third part, and I hope anyone who was waiting for it gets the chance to read it. I'm glad people seemed to like the first two parts, and naturally I'd like to hear what you think of this one. I do plan to write more on this particular story, as long as there are those who wish to read it.

~Chaos

An Expatriates Young Love (Chap 9 & 10)

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CHAPTER NINE



We woke up a bit late the next morning and had to scramble to get the house in order for Kathy’s visit. Anita was acting a bit odd again but at least now I understood why. Still she was a real trooper and between us we got everything in order, even ourselves.



I started getting a lunch together while Anita went through the house to insure everything was ready. She even remade th

Tricking Kelly

JC1 on Taboo Stories

It was a typical Saturday night and my daughter was spending the night at my house. I used to really look forward to these nights when she was younger, we would rent movies and spend all night just hanging out. But now that Kelly was in high school, spending the night meant we would grab a quick pizza together and then Kelly would head out for a few hours with her friends. I think one of the reasons she even spent the night was that I was more tolerant than her mother, meaning I would let her stay out until 11 pm. I really did not mind, I remember what it was like to be a teenager, I just missed the old quality time together.

This Saturday night Kelly was going to a lacrosse party at a young ladies house. The varsity team was just announced and

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Kelly was one of two freshmen to make the team. Kelly was pretty tiny, probably about 5 foot 4 and 100 lbs, but she was fast as lightning, which is why she made the team. She was built to run, she had long thin legs and a thin frame with little A size breasts. Kelly had a very cute face with blond shoulder length hair she often wore in a pony tail. The party was supposed to be a team bonding party and Kelly assured me that no boys were going to be at the party.

Kelly was picked up at around 8:00 by two of the older girls on the team (Ellen and Megan). God, were these two young ladies hot. Both wore short jean skirts and tight tank tops. Perhaps it was because they were three years older than Kelly, but they looked like playboy bunnies in comparision. It looked like they both had solid C chests and hour glass figures.  I felt like a pervert, but I kept looking at Ellens gorgeous face and imagined putting something long and hard between those soft little lips. Kelly came bouncing down the stairs to head out. She looked cute in a white mini skirt and light blue tank top, but definitely looked like a girl next to two women. I was glad Kelly came over and gave me a peck on the head, as I did not want to get up with a tent in my pants.

After the girls left I tried to watch TV, but kept thinking back how hot Ellen and Megan looked. I was thinking, am I a pervert or would most guys get that turned on by girls more than half their age? I think most guys would probably notice, but not sure if they would still be walking around with a boner over two hours later. Perhaps, I needed to get a girlfriend. I broke up with my last one because she wanted to settle down and I was pretty happy with just dating and having sex. Either way, this boner was beginning to really hurt and I was just about to head up the steps to relieve myself before Kelly returned when I heard the doorbell ring. Who the hell would be at the door at 10:30 at night, Kelly was not due back until 11 and she knew the door was unlocked.

When I opened the door and saw Ellen and Megan I became quickly worried, why were they here without Kelly? Both of the girls looked scared and were pale. Megan started talking "Mr. Duncan, we are really sorry. As part of orientation to the team the freshman were forced to dring shots of vodka and Kelly got really sick. She must not have ever drank before, it was not that many shots. We did not know what to do, so we brought her home as fast as we could". I looked around and still did not see Kelly, then they pointed to the blue civic in the driveway.

I ran down to the car and could smell the puke from ten feet away. I opened the back door and Kelly was laying across the back seat. I bent over and listened to her breathing, and thankfully it sounded normal. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her out and up into my arms. Fortunately, she is very light, because she was just dead weight at this point. I carried her in and dropped her on the couch. I asked Megan to get me a cup of cold water, which I poured slowly on Kelly's head. Kelly quickly came to and started rolling her head back and forth to avoid the water and was trying to speak, althought making no sense.

I told Megan and Ellen that it looked like she was going to be ok, and that they did the right thing in bringing her right home. They both started apologizing and begging me not to tell their parents. I told them we would discuss it at another time, but that they better go clean the car and head home. I could not be too mad at the girls. I doubted that they were the ones that forced Kelly to drink and they had brought her home. I did plan on gathering more information and figuring out what to do after I took care of Kelly.

So, now here I was with my 14 year old daughter drunk on the couch. I never expected this situation. Kelly got straight A's in school and as far as I knew had never even tried drinking. I would have known from the smell if she ever did it around me. I started looking for signs of it when Kelly got to high school, since that is when I started.

I did not know what to do with her. So I lifted up her head and poured some water down her throat. She drank some of it, which I thought was a good sign, but immediately fell right back to sleep (or I guess passed back out would be a better use of words). I then picked her up and carried her up to her room. I was just about to leave her there when I thought it might be better to toss her into my king size bed. I wanted to make sure her breathing stayed the same for the next few hours and that would be a lot easier if she was laying next to me. So I carried her down to my room and layed her on the bed, turning on a few night lights so that I could still see her. I stood there and got undressed to my boxers, I knew Kelly was too passed out to notice and I wanted to be comfortable, although I threw some shorts next to the bed that I could slip on in the morning.

I looked down at Kelly and noticed that she did have some really nice legs. They were thin, but were long and all muscle. I had always liked my girls to be thin and tight, which Kelly's mom was until she let herself go. Kelly's skirt had slipped up to where I could just see the bottom of her blue panties, so I could really enjoy the look of those long tan legs. Just then I noticed that my boner from earlier was back. Man, was I going to have to sleep with that all night. I was thinking of heading down to the guest room to relieve myself, but thought It might not be a good idea to leave Kelly.

I threw a sheet over Kelly and slid into bed next to her. I could hear a faint breathing sound. I thought that might be a normal sleeping sound, but was not certain since I had not snuggled like this with Kelly in several years. So, I thought I would put my hand on her chest to make sure it felt like the heart was beating nice and steady. Actually, that might have been my boner and the few beers I had earlier thinking, but it made sense to me at the time. I reached over and according to my calculations I needed to feel right over the bra covering her left breast, which I did. I could feel a light beating, but thought it was hard to tell when I was feeling thru a tank top and padded bra.  So I decided I needed to be more professional and feel for a solid heart beart directly on skin. I slowly slid my had up Kelly's tank top, listening for a change in breathing that never came, and under her bra. It was a tight fit under the bra, but now that my fingers were smashed under her bra I could feel her heart beating nice and steady.

This is where the boner really kicked in and I lost control. My fingers were smashed under the bra, but I could feel there was a little more to Kelly's breast that I thought. If I was a better dad or not so damn horny I would have stopped here. However, Kelly's little tit felt so good. I thought she was pretty flat but this flesh felt so soft.

I decided to unsnap the bra and check it out. Sure enough, it felt like they had grown to solid A's and they were nice and firm. I guess under those tight sport bras I had not noticed. I kept lightly massaging her chest, listening to her breathing, and feeling her nipples harden a little. between my fingers. Her nipples were small, the smallest I had ever felt, but were getting hard. I took that as a sign that Kelly was enjoying this as much as I was. Her little tits felt good, real good. I really wanted to lick and suck on these perfect little tits, but was afraid that if Kelly woke up that would be really hard to explain. Then I got an idea, a really horny dirty idea.

I decided that Kelly needed to be lying on top of me. That way if she woke up I could just say I was sleeping in bed and woke up to find her on top of me. I could even tell her that I put her to bed fully dressed in her room, and I don't know how or why she got into my bed. I was really taking advantage of the situation and Kelly, but I realized thais was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I was as hot and horny as I had ever been.

I carefully rolled Kelly on top of me. She was like a rag doll, but thankfully very light. I had her head on my upper chest and spread her legs out on either side of mine. It probably did not look very lady like, but it felt great to have her crotch lying on top of my boner. I forgot all about sucking those perfect little titties, and had to grab that tight little butt. I reached down and felt the back of her legs, man were they nice and firm. I slowly worked my way up the back of her legs and could feel the begginning of her butt. I slowly slid both my hands under her panties and felt the nice soft skin. There was not much meat on the butt, it felt nice and tight like her legs, but the skin was so soft.

I could not believe how great this felt, I could feel my cock head getting wet from pre cum, and I felt my hips pushing up into her all on there own. It felt good, but it was also torture. I slowly worked one hand back down her butt and slid it under her crotch so that it was lightly massageng her whole mound. I kept very lightly massaging it, hoping to feel some juices through the panites, but could not feel any. At this point I had to relaease the little guy, and used the same hand to slide my cock out of the boxer flap. I was alternating between lightly massaging Kelly's mound with my hand and running my cock along it. I would stop and listen and was surprised to hear the same slow breathing. I would lightly lift and arm and drop it, and it would just go limp. Here I was playing with a limp passed out girl. The sick part is that it felt great.

I knew I was going to release soon. I slowly snaked a finger under Kell't panties, and slid them to a side. Now I could lightly massage her little slit. For the first time I could feel some wetness, and I located her clit for some soft rubbing. I could not take it anymore. I slowly started rubbing my cock along her slit. Between my pre cum and her wetness it was feeling so nice, wet and warm. I tried to slowly poke the head of my cock in, knowing this was going to be the moment of truth. Her mother had told me Kelly had lost her hymen from a horseback riding accident, but I still knew the feeling of a 6 inch (although thin) cock going in might stir her from groggy land.

I kept lightly pushing, but nothing was going in. perhaps I was a little off target. I reached down and very slowly worked my index finger in. It was so tight, it took a while and I was still not in to my knuckle. At least I knew I had the right spot and slowly started to try to work my cock in again. Very slowly I could feel the tip of my cock going into the softness. I had to hold back from slamming in and just exploding. I kept working very slowly, pushing just a little and then listenting to make sure Kelly was still asleep.

After what seemed like an hour, but was probably five minutes I was in about two or three inches. It was incredible, I would try to pull out a little and it was like I was being pulled back in, the suction was so tight. I just started pumping a little, probably only an inch out and back in. It felt better than anything I had ever done before. when I would just push up a little it would actually lift her body.

I started whispering in Kelly's ear, "that's it little girl, ride your daddy's cock. How does your little pussy feel all filled up? You are a great little fuck." I knew Kelly did not hear me and was not actually fucking me, but it was still enough to make me lose it and shoot what  felt like a gallon inside her. I just grabbed her tight little butt and waited until the spasms finished. It felt awesome, even though I was only half way in her. Even after I was done coming and my cock finally shrank down to normal size I did not slip out of her. She was that tight.

Thankfully, I had a vasectomy before I divorced, so that was one issue that I did not have to worry about. But I still had my 14 year old daughter passed out on top of me, with my shriveled cock in her tight little cunt. This is where plan number two came to me. It was going to be risky, but the rewards could be great.

I slowly slid Kelly up and off of me, I was already missing her warmth. I laid her on her back and slowly worked every piece of clothing off of her. She looked so good. Those long tight legs, her bright white mound and slit that looked hairless with only the night light on, her thin dark stomach and her cute little tits , with the little pink nipples on top. Her face looked like that of an angel. I was starting to get hard again, but realized I better stop while I was ahead.

I pulled the sheet up over Kelly and thought about the conversation we would have the next morning when she woke up and found herself naked in my bed. I know I can not wait until part two of this story.  

A New And Wonderful Life

maddogkra on Taboo Stories

A little over year ago I
met the woman of my dreams. She was a petite little blond thing, about 100 pounds and maybe 5ft and a 3 or 4, with really sweet, firm, “B” cup breasts and small but, a nice round firm ass. When cold or turned on, her nipples get nice and hard, about a quarter inch long, maybe a little more. We are both nudist and we met at a swim club where everyone swims nude in an Olympic size pool and socialize with drinks and appetizers. She was celebrating her 38th birthday that day.
A little about me, I’m 45, 6ft, 187lb dark hair and a nice body. The length of my cock is a little above average but the girth is almost as big as Sue’s wrist. You should see it when she takes my cock in her mouth; she calls it her vanilla Drumstick, the ice cream type.
Well, we started see

MWC- Beth part 2

fanficnut on Taboo Stories

Beth rose out of bed. She stood over her young and broken lover. Her grey hair

flowing down over her thick breast. Droplet of sweat dripped down the curve of

her biceps. She admired her body as she sometime does. She was sculpted. Her

body was like steal and defied genetics. Despite her age she was still

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0in 0in 0pt">perfection. Her body was hard but she still had a nice pair of breast. They

were huge. Despite this people still though she was the nice older lady next

door. They didn't know she was part of a secret club called. Mature women

Conquest (mwc for short). A group that go around conquering people for points.

Chris here was just a black boy she had conquered. Tecnily a man but to her

they were all boys and girls. They would take picture to prove their conquest.

She wasn't finish up wracking up points. It was a storm out and she had him

for a while. The moonlight seem to make her ebony body glowed She licked her

lips. She still had the bit of the sweet boys nectar on her lips. She took a

drink of a glass of wine and smile. Her long tongue licked out a last drop

 

"Got to admit doll face you a tasted little fuck"

 

He laid their coved in kisses. Beth cum has dried off on his face. He was

covered in. He had some of her pubic hair stuck in her teeth. She let out a

big laugh. She smiled thinking how cute he looked. She really put him through

number. Poor little guy ass was now red for the slaps on the ass she gave him.

He had big hickey all over his body. His nipples were sore from where she

sucked them

 

She left the room the and put on her robe. She was going to bake the boy

something nice before she put him through the paces again. She own him now and

she was going to prove it. Later she came inside and sat by him. She pushed

him awake

 

"Hey there little guy" Beth said

 

"Hi" Chris said timidly

 

"We need to talk little guy. Auntie need to tell you something about the fact

of life"

 

"Ok"

 

"Sit on my lap come on. Do what Auntie say"

 

He sat on her lap. He was naked and she was now clothe. She held him in his

arms. Her her now felt so frail. She ran her fingers through his hair and

kissed him gently

 

"You cried a bit last night you know" Beth said

 

"Yes sorry..I couldn't help it" He said

 

"It natural. You see that may happen again. You know why..."

 

"No" He said

 

She was speaking to him softly like a child

 

"You want me don't you. You like it when I touch your wee wee"

 

"Yes"

 

"You want to have the relationship with me but the thing is I want to have one

with you too" Beth said

 

"Really"

 

"Yes but the thing is it wont be equal. You see the reason you cried is your a

bitch. A little bitch. Your not an equal to me"

 

Chris was shocked like he got hit with a ton of bricks.

 

"But all people are equal. Relationships built on sharing and stuff"

 

"Yes but still someone has to make most of the decisions. It simpler that way.

Most of the time its the men but sometimes its the women. When they say people

are equal they talk about races. But certain people are differ. There a cycle.

Someone have to be on top of the food chain Your not the type to make

decision. Your a boy a child. The rest is just new age talk" She said

 

She held him close to her and place her head in her breast. Tears were running

down his eyes. She lifted his chin up and pointed to the mirror. "Look at you.

Look how weak you are compared to me. No matter if you say no your mind. But I

like you to say yes instead of me taking it. Look at your little arms. You cry

like a girl. (running her hands down his body) you sensitive to every touch. I

could make you scream with pain or pleasure when ever I want (she started

jerking him off). Your a bitch..a slut...a whore. You will do everything I

say. I could make your cum when ever I feel like it (he squirted in her hand.

I could make you faint with my body. Kill you by just wrapping my hand around

your scrawny. Look in my eyes and tell me I am not speaking a truth baby. "

 

He put his head down

 

She smiled knowing she had him but showed sympathy. She lifted his head up.

"You will not make decision. You will not argue. Your mind. You have a lot to

learn but it not bad. You be taking care off. You will be safe. come here

doesn't if feel nice in my arms. Doesn't my hands feel soft against you.

Doesn't my muscles feel great touching your body. I a nice owner. You can be

protected. You wont have a care in the world besides serving me" Beth said

 

He hugged her tightly

 

"I love you mistress" He said

 

She tapped him on the bag and hugged him back. "That's my sweet heart. You all

ways was a good boy" Beth said

 

"Now who is my bitch..I want to hear you say it" Beth said

 

"I'm your bitch" He said happily

 

She smiled and drench kissed him. He tongue filled his mouth. His arms and

legs dropped like a rag doll as she held him. She kept the kiss for 2 minute

straight. She broken away and he had a big smile and was nearly knocked out.

She sat him down

 

"Here got you some milk and cookies. Eat up. Then we can wash up because your

a mess" Beth said

 

He ate as she watch. She carried him like a baby after she finish. There was a

seat in the bathroom. She put him down. She told them to get in and wash.

 

"Leave the shower door open" She said

 

He got in the showed and started washing up. She took out a camera and flash

some pictures. "show me that little ass of your. Show your aunty that sweet

young tushy"

 

He bent over giggling a bit as she snap some picture. She went in her bag and

took out a big 12 inch dildo. She gave it to him

 

"Put it in your mouth" She said

 

He was hesitant

 

"Don't make me ask again sugar. Wouldn't want to have to spank you" She said

 

He did as ask

 

"Suck mm like that do it for an nice old lady. You make my day sweetie. Just

lick it like a lollipop. You make me so wet when you do that" Beth said

 

He started sucking it. He was getting into it. He licked the head and soon was

taking it deep. She started rubbing herself and taking pictures.

 

"Jerk off. Imagine in between my biceps baby" Beth said

 

He did as told. She smiled smugly enjoying the show. Rubbing herself and

enjoying the sight. His dick was rock hard.

 

"Deeper" she said

 

He took it as deep as he thought it would go. She got up and grabbed him. She

grabbed him gently by the neck. Not enough to hurt him but it was stern. She

took it and shoved it deep in his mouth. "Breath through your nose. Take it

slowly yea like this" She said stuffing it all the way down. He was gagging a

bit but it slowly was going in. "Don't you cum" She said. She took some soap

and poured in over his body as he washed and jerk. the shower went down his

body. She sat back down She took a sip of wine and laugh

 

"Damm you could take this show on the road sugar" She said "Going to have to

load more film"

 

She watch him she finger herself. "You just made me cum you nasty little

biscuit. Very naughty making nice old ladies cum going to have to teach you a

lesson" She said. She went into the other room. She got another dildo and bent

him over. This one vibrated. She lube it down and shoved it up his ass. She

started fucking him with. She got to her seat. "Ride it as your suck and jerk"

 

She said. He rode it up and down rubbing himself. She took some more picture.

The dildo filled his ass. She smiled and said "Cum NOW"

 

He shot some warm jizz and she caught it on film. She walked over and took him

out. She dried him pulled the dildo out. "Good slut" She said. She put him

over her shoulder and carried him in the room. She dropped him on the bed and

dropped off her robe showing off her naked body

 

She was on top of him like a tighter. Her pussy sucked his cock inside her

like hoover. It started sucking him and contracting. She was dripping wet. She

kissed him devouring him and ravaging his body. Her cunt sucked him like an

extra mouth. She squeeze hold of his ass and start riding him. Her pussy was

turning his cock into puddy. "All you can do is hold on and scream kid" She

said with a growl. The whole bed shook as she slammed him into the carped.

When she wasn't kissing him she covered his mouth so the neighbor wouldn't

hear his cries of pleasure

 

He arms trashed but she just held them down. He eyes looked right through him

as she was bumping and grinding down on him. Tears rolled down his eyes. She

licked them off with her long tongue.

 

"Ohhh your the best ohhhh my mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" He moan

 

He let out a silent screams as he was brought to the edge and back. She

growled nibbling on him and taking him in. He huge breast smother him as she

slammed into him. She came like an explosion letting out her build up lust.

She loved what she was doing to him. She loved the power of breaking this

young innocent. She wanted him to feel pleasure. His body was useless now. He

just was being hit by an assault. He could hardly move. This over 50 woman was

breaking him in half. He screamed till he couldn't scream anymore. He came

more then he ever came before. He stop begging her to stop after a while

 

She lifted him up after his explosion. She turn him upside down and started

licking his cock clean. She sucked him. He juice lips wrapped around his cock

giving him a blow job. She sucked him in as his body dangled. He teeth tease

the tip. She then use her big tongue to lick the shaft up and down as he jerk.

She had him lick her pussy as he hung there. She drench his face. She lapped

up his juice tasting the sweetness

 

2 hour late

 

She held his body over her head getting the last drops of cum. She dropped him

on the bed broken.

 

"To think babe. I was going easy on you. But I wont tonight" She said and let

out a laugh

 

The end'

 

Shana

UncleDan on Taboo Stories


Shana – A 16 year old runaway

   Shana is a 16-year-old runaway, picked up by an older man while she is hitchhiking.  Little does either know what the outcome will be.  If you like it let me know – Uncledan_1@hotmail.com     Copyright by author 2005

   A little about me.  I’m 6', 190 lbs, short cut lt br hair, hazel eyes and broad shoulders. Ten years back I was 50 and getting tired of the rat race. I was working as a programmer/analyst, trying to prepare computer systems for Y2K.  The more I thought about it the more I realized that I knew the ideal place if it was to happen.  A friend of mine had inherited 40 acres in the mountains that he was trying to sell.  I went to look at it an
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d fell in love.  I was bordered on two sides by National Forest land.  We finally struck a deal that satisfied both of us and I was the proud owner 40 acres of mountain meadow.  I gave notice and retired. My 401K’s and my investment in the market were to give me a substantial base and continuing income.

   I bought a good 4WD pickup and small camping trailer to live in and started building a cabin.  I selected a site that was downhill from a year around spring and laid out a two-bedroom cabin with kitchen, bath, large living room and a spacious enclosed porch that overlooked a small lake fed by the spring and on into the valley below.  All of this sat on a full basement.

   As time progressed, I bought a larger generator and also installed a solar power system.  Next was a wood-fired hot tub, set in the enclosed porch.  With a cell phone and later DirectWay, I seemed to have all the amenities a man could ask for.

   Late in the spring, two years ago, I was homeward-bound west on I70 from Denver where I had gone for my monthly shopping trip.  I stopped at an old-fashioned convenience store for a piss and a coke.  I parked around the side of the store by the restrooms and got out to relieve myself.  As I approached the mens room, I noticed the door of the ladies room was cracked open slightly and it appeared as if someone was peeking out.

   I peed, went into the store and got my coke and returned to my truck.

   Just as I was about to open the door on my truck a young girl stepped out of the ladies room.  She stood cautiously, with her back to the door and her hand on the doorknob.  She was blonde, blue eyed, slim, about 5'3, maybe 110 lbs with what I considered a knockout 34B-22-32 figure.  I really like small tits.  The down side was she looked tired and disheveled, wearing lo rider shorts and a tanktop.  Her other hand held a small canvas duffel bag.

   “You going west?”, she asked in a timid voice.

   “Yes,” I replied, “for a little way.”

   “Do you suppose I could hitch a ride?”, she asked.

   I hesitated a moment, thought, ‘What the heck’ and said, “Sure.”

   I went around and opened her door, offering to put her duffle in the back but she clung to it tightly, placing it on the floor at her feet.

   As I climbed into the driver’s seat and closed the door, she offered her hand.

   “Shana,” she said.

   “Dan,” I replied.

   She said that she had been frightened by her last ride.  The driver of the big rig had kept offering her a drink from his bottle.  He had stopped for another bottle and she had run and hid in the ladies room.

   She was 16, from a small town in western Kansas.  Her father had died in the First Gulf War and her mother had taken to alcohol to try to forget her loss.  Her mother’s drinking and her continued fighting with her mother had gotten worse lately.  She finally had decided that she would run away.  She didn’t know for sure where she was going to go but thought that it would probably be LA.

   I told her a bit about myself and where I lived.  After a while our conversation lagged and she started to nod off.  Once or twice she jerked awake but when she found that I was only driving and didn’t seem a threat, she dozed off, curled up in the seat.  The sight of her sleeping soundly was attractive and sweet, but not really arousing.  I guess I had not thought much about young girls, both with being busy and having an open relationship with an old friend in Denver, who was just as busy trying to keep her own small business going.  We usually saw each other whenever I went into town or on rare occasions when she would manage a weekend at the cabin.  This time she had been away to visit her sister in Dallas.

   It was already early in the evening as we drew near the exit where I would get off the interstate and start up the mountain to my cabin.  I pulled into a rest area about 10 miles from my exit and woke her.  I told her that this was the last rest stop before my turn off and that there would probably be enough traffic that she would be able to catch another ride.

   She thanked me for the ride, gathered her duffel and was opening her door when a big rig flew by, Jake brakes, then tires complaining as the driver tried to come to a stop.

   In a flash, she was back in the seat, ducked down and pulling the door closed.

   “Oh my god! ,” She exclaimed, “it’s him!”

   I knew in an instant that it was the driver that had given her last ride.  Her face was ashen and her whole body was shaking.

   “Please, sir,” she pleaded, “don’t leave me here.”

   I looked at her, helpless looking and frightened.

   Finally I said, “You can come with me to the cabin and stay the night.  I give my word that you’ll be safe there and I’ll bring you back down in the morning.”

   “Oh thank you, thank you, I won’t be any problem at all,” she promised.  Then after a slight pause she asked, “You don’t drink, do you?”

  “No silly, it’s just never been my thing,” I answered truthfully, “only a glass of wine occasionally.”

   “Well, I would have gone anyway, I think,” she said, “Anything is better then trying to dodge that brute.  At least you’ve had a shave and don’t smell bad.”

   We pulled back out on the interstate with her still huddling down in the seat until we were well back on the road.

   As we drove toward my exit, she actually seemed to be excited about seeing my cabin, asking no end of questions about it and how I had come to live there.  The drive up to the headwaters of the Arkansas River is not that difficult.  You just have to be a little careful. Shana marveled at the mountains in their evening colors.  Once as we were passing an old mining town I heard her snicker at the name and when I looked over she was actually blushing.  This was the first, even oblique, reference to anything sexual that had passed between us.  

   When we arrived at the cabin she oohh’d and aahh’d, I think mostly because I had told her I had built it myself.  It was still an ego boost.

   I showed her around quickly, how much of a ‘grand tour’ can you give with that few rooms.  First the bathroom, then kitchen and livingroom.  I indicated my bedroom and then showed her the guest room, telling her to make herself at home there.

   I left her in the guest room and went out to unload the things I had purchased.  I needed to at the least to get the groceries out of the truck and into the house to keep them away from the critters that roamed at night.  I had no more than started when she came flying out of the house.

   I thought that something had frightened her but all she wanted was to help me with the unloading.  When we got to the perishable items, she grabbed an armload and followed me down to the basement where the freezer.  I seemed to take no time at all and everything was unloaded. The all the while I was marveling at the enthusiasm of my helper.

   “We’ve done enough for now,” I said, “I’ll finish it tomorrow.  How about a pizza for supper?”

   “Sounds great,” she replied, then very timidly she asked, “May I take a shower before we eat?  I feel so grungy.”

   I said, “Sure, there are clean towels on the shelf, if you need anything else, just ask.  I’ll get the pizza started.”

   Shana headed off to the shower, I lit the oven and set it for pizza.  Then I went out to fire up the hot tub and bring in wood for the fireplace.

   When the oven was ready, I put the pizza in, set the timer and started a fire in the fireplace.  Any time of year at this altitude it is cool at night and the fire does a nice job of keeping the chill off.

   Shana came out of the shower dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans and a white blouse.  She had a towel wrapped around her hair and suddenly it hit me, I never used a hair drier so I didn’t have one.   She was no longer a bedraggled ragamuffin but a very beautiful and alluring young lady.  She had applied just a hint of makeup, accenting her natural beauty.  

   The pizza was right on time.  The ‘ding’ of the timer startled me out of the revery.  I turned quickly and retrieved two cokes from the fridge, set them on the table and went to get the pizza.  It wasn’t a lavish meal.  I could tell that she must not have eaten lately, but she would pause after each piece as if to ask permission for another.  We ate with little chatter, she consuming pizza and I admiring her beauty.

   After pizza on paper plates, there isn’t much cleanup that the trash can can’t handle and we moved to the livingroom to sit watching the fire.  Shana had been strangely quiet all through supper and remained so as we sat watching the glow of the wood fire.  I wondered if the way I had looked at her when she came out of the shower was bothering her.
 
   Finally she said, “I’m really tired, if it’s OK with you, I’m off to bed.”
 
   I replied, “Sure, I’ll see you in the morning, I’m headed to the hot tub.”

    The porch has large French doors in front of the hot tub and when they are open and there is a moon at night you can see it reflected on the lake.  I usually go naked in the hot tub but opt for an old ‘speedo’ suit tonight.  Thinking I’d be by myself I took a lighter and a joint with me.  All else aside, I’d sleep well.

   I settled into the tub, lit the joint and relaxed.  My mind snapped back to the vision of Shana coming out of the shower.  I took another hit and my cock started to stir, trying to imagine what might have been under those cutoffs and blouse.  The more I thought about it the harder I got.  Part of my mind was saying, ‘Don’t even think about it’, but it kept coming back stronger each time.  Then I thought, ‘I’ll just get myself off and she won’t even know, so that will be all right.’

   I had just reached down and was about to slip off the ‘speedo’ when I sensed some thing and turned to see her standing there watching me.

   “That smells nice.”  “ I couldn’t sleep.”  “ I’d like to join you if it’s all right.”  “ It’s just that I don’t have a suit.”  All of this flowed from her mouth in a steady flow.

   I couldn’t get out of the tub like this.

   “The cutoffs are fine, but if you would like, there is an old flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, hanging on the rack in the entryway.  That way you won’t ruin your blouse.”

   She disappeared and came back in the shirt which was half way to her knees and hiding everything.  She got down into the tub and held out her hand, indicating the joint.

   “May I?”, she asked.


   I hesitated, then figured ‘what the heck’, passed it to her, even as I realized this could get out of control. Sex and drugs with a 16-year-old runaway.  I hadn’t really thought that it might go this far.

   She scooted closer and handed back the joint. Our fingers touched and hers lingered a moment.  The contact was electric to me.  The shirt was wet now and flannel or not it was old and thin.  It was plastered around her breasts, clinging tightly to their shape.  My cock reacted to the sight, growing upward, held firmly against my stomach by the ‘speedo’.  I took another toke and passed the joint back to her.  Once again out fingers touched and lingered, noticeably longer this time.

   She took another toke from the joint and started to pass it back.

   I declined, “Enough already for me.”

   She took one more toke and put the jay in the ashtray.  ‘Smart girl’ I think, this is potent stuff from the high mountains.

   She turned toward me on the tub seat, pulled one leg under her, exposing her breasts above water.  The cool air did its’ work and her nipples press against the thin old flannel.

   “Do you really live here alone?” she asked.

   “Yes”

   “Ever get lonely?”

   “Seldom, I keep pretty busy.”

   There was one of those indeterminate pauses that only pot can bring on, as both of us enjoyed the approaching high.

   “What about the women in your life?” she asked.

  I explained that I had been married and divorced.  That my wife had not wanted to have children and I had agreed to get a vasectomy.   Not to long after that my wife had become pregnant from a man she worked with and the divorce was the outcome.

   “I also have an old friend in Denver that I see occasionally, I won’t live there.  She has a business that requires everyday personal contact with her customers and she won’t live up here.”

She looked out toward the lake and shook her head, “This is so different then Kansas.”

   A cool errant breeze slipped through the open doors causing her nipples to stiffen.  She caught me looking, blushed, then smiled.

  “I think they’re too small,” she said.

   “Oh NO,” I replied, “I like them like that, it must mean I didn’t go hungry as a babe.”

   Her face lit up into a broad grin.  “Really?” she asked.

   “Honest,” I replied.

   “Does this stuff make you as horny as it does me?” she asked, indicating the roach in the ashtray.

   “Probably more so,” I answered, “It brings back good memories when no one is around.”

   “I wish I had more good memories,” she said.

   “You’re young yet, they seem to come with time,” I replied.

   Her toes touched my leg. “I wish my time would come,” she stated.

   By now my cock was rampant.  Should I really be doing this?

   Her hand was laying on the rim of the hot tub.  I reached out and touched her fingertips with mine.  She pressed her thumb over my fingers.

   She looked into my eyes and whispered, “Please, I just want to feel that someone loves me, even if it is only for tonight.”

   We reached for each other and our lips met, tentatively at first and then with passion.

   Now all caution was thrown to the wind, we embraced and kissed, probing each others’ mouths in a hungry frenzy.  My hand slid through the cut off sleeve hole of her shirt and around her bare back, holding her close to me.

   She threw one leg over both of mine and was sitting astraddle my lap facing me.  As we kissed, she moved toward me until we were tight together.

   “Oh, you really do like me,” she gasped.  Her shirt had ridden up and she had nothing underneath.  The only thing now separating our lower bodies was the ‘speedo’ which had not manage to contain all of me.

   Her hand came between us and between us and began to unbutton the shirt from top to bottom.  As she continued, the shirt gaped open and her hard nipples pressed against my chest.  When the last button was undone, her hand caressed the exposed portion of my cock above the ‘speedo’.

   I removed my hand from the sleeve of her shirt and drew the shirt from her shoulders.

   “Are you sure you want to continue this?” I whispered.

   “Yes, it’s not as if I never have, it’s just that there always seemed to be something missing.”

   “Then let’s get somewhere more comfortable,” I said as I rose up, taking her hand and pulling her up with me.  Her other hand expertly drew the ‘speedo’ down my legs.  When she was standing, I released her hand and the shirt fell to the deck.  What appeared was a masterpiece of feminine beauty.  Venus de Milo with arms.  I followed her through the kitchen and livingroom watching ‘the most perfect ass’ in motion as she led the way to my bedroom.


   She stopped by the bed and turned, holding her arms out to me.  We embraced and I leaned down to kiss her, fondling the cheeks of her ass as I held her to me.  I kissed her on the forehead and then trailed kisses down to her eyelids, the tip of her nose and finally to her parted lips.  Our tongues met, retracted and met again.  We began to duel in earnest, changing from foil to saber as we explored each others mouth.  My right hand released her ass and sought her breast, cupping nearly the whole breast and feeling the nipple grow taut against my palm.  Shana broke the kiss with a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan.  I moved to kiss the side of her neck and licked and kissed to the hollow of her neck above her clavicles.

   We moved against the bed and I laid her gently on her side and lay down facing her.  Her hands went to the back of my head, holding me tightly against her upper chest.  My right hand maintained a hold on her left breast, working the muscles of my palm on her stiff nipple.  Drawing my head down her body, my tongue flicked against her flawlessly smooth skin as my lips sought her other nipple.  It too was puckered tight and I rolled the sides of my tongue to form the letter ‘O’, extending and withdrawing my tongue and moving the tip as I caressed the tender bud.  Her hands pressed my head against her as she writhed with pleasure.  I retracted my tongue and opened my mouth, engulfed her tit, then retreated to the nipple and began to suckle.

   Low animal sounds escaped from her throat, almost like the purring of a kitten.  She threw her left leg over me and drew our lower bodies together.  The tip of my hard cock pressed intimately against her mons, the heat of her passion suffusing through my whole body.  All action ceased for a time as we basked in the pleasure of our conjoined bodies, each of us clinging tightly to the other.

   Shana’s left hand moved down my right side to my waist, sending chills and creating goose bumps as it went.  She proceeded to reach between us and encircled my cock with her fingers.   She began to stroke lightly up and down the shaft, causing my cock to pulse in her hand.

   I had continued to suck on her breast and now cushioned my teeth with my lips, drawing the nipple between them, I bit gently.  She inhaled deeply and pushed my head even more firmly against her breast with her right hand.

   My cock began to exude precum.  She took her thumb and spread it around the tip of my glans. The sensation, coupled with anticipation was bringing me closer than I wanted.  I didn’t want to cum just yet.  I withdrew my cock from her hand and coursed my tongue down her chest and stomach.  I paused at her navel, circling and then probing.  Her stomach tightened from the contact and once again she placed both hands on the back of my head.

   I moved my right hand down and cupped her mons veneris.  My fingers were extended against, but did not penetrate the vestibule.  The base of my thumb caressed the downy softness of her fine, sparse pubes.  I alternately applied and released pressure on her mons and she responded by thrusting against my hand and spreading her legs to allow me access.

   Shana rolled onto her back and I positioned myself between her outspread legs.  She raised her knees, placing her feet flat on the bed.  My tongue traversed the outline of her pubes and then down teasingly close to her nether lips.  The scent of her sex filled my nostrils, sweet and vaguely musky, permeating my whole being.  I continued up her right thigh kissing and nipping gently.  I reached her knee and looked up at her face.  She was lying with her eyes closed and was holding her lower lip between her teeth.  She was holding a breast in each hand, rolling her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers.  Her head was moving back and forth.  I glanced at her sex, her outer lips were swollen and slightly parted, moisture was gathering on her inner lips.  I changed to her left knee and started down her inner thigh in the same manner.

   When I reached the juncture of her legs, I teased around her pubes with my tongue and then made full contact with my mouth on her pussy.  First one and then both of her hands came to the back of my head.  Her hips jerked upwards, pressing her cunt onto my face.  The sweetness of her taste rivaled her scent.  I pushed my tongue into her pussy, savoring her juices as they began to flow.  Once again I could hear the purring in her throat.

   I placed my open hands on her lower abdomen, just above the rise of her mons, pressing down gently.  I lapped my tongue upward to her clit and sucking it between my lips holding it with my teeth.  I heard a deep intake of breath and began to move my tongue rapidly back and forth, up and down her clit.  She clutched at the bedclothes, moaning, her head rolling from side to side.  Shana’s legs clamped around my head, her thighs holding me in a viselike grip.  Her hips slammed into my face.  I continued to minister with my tongue until her entire body went rigid as she lifted to her heels and shoulders.

   When she finally relaxed enough that her back lay on the bed and her thighs released my head, I flattened my tongue and drew it slowly from the base of her pussy to her clit.  This I repeated several times, each time curling the end of my tongue to probe the entrance of her vagina.  Once again I focused on her clit, holding her to me with my hands under her ass.  She approached her climax quickly the second time and exploded, her body thrashing about violently.

   When her body had relaxed, she pulled my head up and looking into my eyes said, “Please fuck me, NOW.   I want to feel your cock deep inside of me.”

I rose to lie full length upon her and kissed her waiting open lips, letting her taste her own juices.

She reached down positioning my cock at the entrance of her dripping cunt and trust her hips upward.  


   My cock entered into her well lubricated tunnel, the muscles in the walls of her vagina tightening around my swollen member.  I thrust forward gently, fearing that I might hurt her.  My fears were allayed as she bucked against me driving our pubes together.

   “Oh FUCK!” she exclaimed, her arms holding tight around my back as her heels dug into my ass.

   Savoring the moment, we lay perfectly still, only my cock pulsing in a slow rhythm with the contraction of her pussy.

   We began a slow, easy lovemaking that increased like the crescendo in Maurice Ravel’s ‘Bolero’.  I’m sure that it lasted the full 15 minutes of an orchestral performance.

   Her impending climax, accompanied with sharp pants and low moans, drove me to newfound heights as I held her knees against her breasts, pounding against her cervix with nearly every stroke.  Her cumming set off my own climax and I emptied my self into her with a long series of pulsing jets of hot jism.
 
   We collapsed together, completely sated, kissing and murmuring together.

   I awoke in the morning, spooned against her back, amazingly hard and nestled in the crack of her ass.  I kissed her on the back of her neck and slipped out of the bed, pausing to admire the vision that lay there.

   I showered, dressed in cutoffs and t-shirt and was sitting on the porch when I heard her enter the bath and the shower start.  I got up and began to prepare breakfast.  I set the table and started bacon and ham (I didn’t know which she preferred) and hash browns.

   The shower turned off and a few minutes later I heard her enter the kitchen.  I turned and there she stood, towel wrapped around her head, dressed in my old terrycloth robe, covering her from shoulder to toes.  She looked every bit an angel.

   I held out my arms and smiled at her.  She broke into a smile and flew across the room, hugging me tight.  I put a finger under her chin and tilted it up, leaning down I kissed her gently on the lips.

   “Did you sleep well?” I asked.

   “Great, and guess what, I think I have my first really good memory,” she burst out.

   During breakfast she looked seriously across the table at me.

   Hesitantly she asked, “Could I stay another day?”


   That was two years ago.


   Two months later I asked a lawyer friend in Denver to make some discreet inquires for me.  He found that Shana’s mother had passed away as the result of an automobile accident soon after Shana had left.  He arranged for me to have full guardianship as she had no other relatives.

   We visited her parent’s grave-site and arranged for a proper headstone.

   Shana enrolled in the local high school and will graduate this spring and then go on to Boulder this fall.

   And BTW, Shana has met my lady friend from Denver and the three of us have formed a ‘very special’ relationship.

Comments (good or bad) will be appreciated.    Uncledan_1@hotmail.com

I’m not sure that I’ll add to this, it all depends what the future brings.

Amelia Chapter 7 - Double pleasure

Popye on Taboo Stories

This is the seventh chapter of a 61 year old man seducing a young girl of 13 years.  He watched her growing up from a little infant and through all her stages of development.  He never had any sexual inclinations towards her when she was younger because he considered her his granddaughter.  This all changed however when he visited his brother in law one weekend and whether it was by accident or on purpose he doesn’t know, but as he was watching TV, Amelia entered from the lounge and as she entered she put her hands underneath her T-shirt and lifts it up exposing her two beautifully developed breasts.  They were exceptionally developed for a 13 year old girl and must be almost a B-cup with prominent nipples. It was only for a second or two but was long enough to gi
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ve him an instant hard-on.  He was dreaming from that day every night of making love to Amelia.

 In the previous chapter she had her ass penetrated by a cock for the first time.  To follow the story properly I suggest you start reading from chapter one.
We sat down on the couch each with our drink and spend the rest of the day just talking, kissing, and playing with each other’s genitals, drink some more and just plain relaxes, not that my cock had much rest, to that Amelia saw.  I must say, the relaxing and drinking did us some good and it also made us very brave.  When we decide it is time to eat we are so brave because of the drinks that we decide to have a braai outside at their LAPA just as we are in the nude.  Luckily for us they have a 6 feet wall around their house which gives us some privacy.  Not however from their neighbors in their double storey houses.

 We eventually had our braai with a lot of playing and laughter and when the food was ready we sit outside the LAPA on two recliner chairs and enjoy our dinner.  We didn’t hear or see anything from the neighbors.  Perhaps they were astounded by the two sex freaks outside playing and touching themselves while visible from the neighbor’s houses.  I can tell you we weren’t afraid to touch each other, kiss each other and what have you.  We did everything except fucking each other.  I even suck Amelia’s cunt while she was lying in the chair and she at one stage had my whole cock in her mouth.  I can tell you I had a hard on the whole time we were outside.

 Finally however we decide it is time to go inside and let Amelia experiences her first double penetration.

 The moment we enter the TV room I go to the couch and sit down.  I tell Amelia to get the vibrator and bring it to me.  I then ask her if she can still remember how they fuck on the couch when the woman had a cock in her cunt and ass.  Well she is going to sit on my lap with my cock in her ass and she is going to fuck herself with the vibrator in her cunt.

 Amelia looks at me with big eyes and says, “You mean I am going to fuck myself with two cocks?”

 “Not really little one because I am going to fuck your ass.  After a while we can change over with you lying on top of me with my cock in your cunt and me fucking your ass with the vibrator.”

 Amelia takes the KY jelly and put a lot on my cock and her ass before she get on the couch and lowers her ass to my cock.  I flick my cock a couple of times over her ass before telling her to lower herself slowly onto my cock.  There is again an initial resistance before my cock goes into her ass.  Once the head is in she just sits down on my lap and impales my cock fully into her ass.  As she bottoms out she moans, “Uuuhhhhhhhhhh!!  Shit I forgot how thick you cock is.  But hell it feels good.  Here comes the vibrator.”

 I can feel and hear her pushing the vibrator slowly into her cunt.  I can clearly feel the vibrator forcing it’s way into Amelia’s cunt and as the vibrator goes deeper Amelia moans continuously, ‘Oh fuck this is too much for me.  But oh shit it is soo fucking nice.  I am filled to capacity.  My shit can somebody have so much pleasure.  Oh fuck meeeee!  I want a real live cock in my cunt as well Uncle.”

 When the vibrator was fully into her cunt she switched it on and it is as if you give her an electric shock. She jumps almost off my cock and says, “Oh my God, This feels awesome.  Fuck me with your cock uncle.  I want to be fucked by two cocks!”

 I put my hands underneath her buttocks and lift her slightly to allow me space to move my cock in her ass.  She also aids me by lifting her ass and then I start to really fuck her ass because the vibration of the vibrator also stimulates my cock through the thin membrane between her ass and cunt.  Soon we are fucking like two animals.  She rams the vibrator in and out of her cunt and I ramming my cock in and out of her ass.

 “Oh my fuck yessss!!!! This is something unreal.  Oh my fuck I am so full I am going to split wide open.  Yessss, yesssss, fuck my ass deeper and harder!  Oh shit I am going to come!!!!!!!!!!”

 I look over her shoulder and see that she also has her other hand busy at her cunt and suddenly I feel her whole body begins to shake and she shouts, “Yesss I’m comminngggg!!!!  Oh my, I am dyinnggggg!!!!!! Uuuuhhhhhhhh!!! Nnnnggggggg!!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!”

 She just keeps on coming and coming and soon I can’t take it anymore and suddenly I feel my balls contract and come spurting out of my cock.

 Yesss I’m commiinnggg Amelia!!!! Here is my come deep in your assss!!! Oh my fuck this is unbelievable, your tight ass and the vibrations of the vibrator Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! Uuuuhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Oooooooooooo!!!!! Yesssssssss!!!!!!! Yesssssss!!!!!!!!!”

 I just collapse on the couch and Amelia also falls back against me lying still with the vibrator still in her cunt. I don’t know how long we lie like that but when I am eventually back to my full senses Amelia is still lying on top of me with the vibrator still vibrating in her cunt and my cock still hard inside her ass.

 I move my arms around her and down to her cunt where I take the vibrator and slowly start to fuck her again while my other hand starts to play with her clit.  It isn’t long before she slowly starts to move her lower body in harmony with the vibrator and soon her ass also starts to move up and down my cock.  She moves her hands up to her breasts and also turns her head sideways towards my face and says, “Oh kiss me Hendrik and please make love to me slowly.  I want to really enjoy this.  The previous session was to wild to really experience what I was feeling.”

 “OK little one this time you can concentrate on the two cocks penetrating you simultaneously.  I will take it slowly until you ask me to fuck you harder and faster.  Do not worry about me because I won’t come again.  We both can concentrate to give you the maximum pleasure out of this.  But tell me how does it feel?”

 “Oh shit Hendrik I wish you can experience it.  It is not something to describe, you have to feel it to appreciate it.  Let me tell you it is something awesome.  I feel as if I am going to split right open and the feeling of the two cocks penetrating you together must be the height of sexual experience.  Oh please fuck me a little bit faster, at this rate we are going to fuck the whole night.”

 I slowly increase the speed of moving the vibrator in and out of her cunt and very soon she starts to moan softly, “Oh my fuck this is sooo fucking nice.  I want to keep on doing this for the rest of the night.  Oh yessss fuck my holes, oh yess fuck them.”

 I don’t know how long we continued this but eventually Amelia can’t take it anymore and suddenly she has such an intense orgasm that I never thought was possible.  She shouts and swears and cries and keeps on telling me to fuck her harder and faster till my hand is later only a blur ramming the vibrator in and out of her cunt.  I don’t know if she had only one long continues orgasm or a whole series of orgasms but it lasts for about 15 minutes before she actually passes out.

 I lift her off my body and lay her down on the mattress so that she can rest and recovers.  I go to the toilet and when I return I see that she is still asleep so I lie down next to her, take her in my arms and after a couple of minutes I am also fast asleep.

 I wake up the next morning with a tremendous hard-on and the most magnificent feeling around my cock.  When I open my eyes and look down I see Amelia is down on her knees at my cock and give him a special treatment with her mouth and hands.  When she notices that I am awake she jumps onto me and starts kissing me as if I was away for a year.  When I eventually catch my breath and am allowed to say something I ask her what is going on.

 “Oh thank you Uncle for a wonderful and absolutely fantastic experience.  I never thought anything could be so enjoyable and intense. You have really shown me what sex is all about and you have also makes me addicted not only to you and your cock but I think to any big cock that is available that I want to fuck.  You don’t mind me being so honest, do you, but you made me a real sex maniac.”

 “Of course I don’t mind my darling.  Just as long as you don’t move me to the side for some other cocks that might be younger and bigger than mine.”

 “I will never do it my darling Uncle, you will always be my first choice and I will never change your cock for someone else’s.   As long as you are able fuck my cunt I will be available to you.  Even if I get married my body will still be available to you. But tell me am I now fully trained in all the ways of sex?”

 “No little one we have only scratched the surface.  The next couple of days that we are alone we are going to try out lots of different positions.  We might even discover some new positions but believe me you and your cunt will not be neglected.  You know also what?  We still have to do the multi partner scene.  The first one being your mother and thereafter who now who else?  We will have to hurry because it is school today remember.”

 “Aw shit, are you going to take me to school naked Uncle,” she asks with a smile.

 “I think I’ll have to put a shirt on little one but I think I will chance it without pants.”

 Do you readers know how nice it is to go for more than a week without cloths and to have the company of also a naked teenager sex-maniac?  Let me tell you it is fantastic and extremely erotic to see her getting into the car without any underwear and knowing she will be that way the whole time at school and I can bet you thinking about you and your ready cock.  To pick her up after school without any pants on and to see her excitement as she sees your hard cock and grip it tightly in her hand.

 She also tells me that she got extremely wet and had to put a cloth between her ass and school dress when she is sitting to prevent a wet spot from forming at the rear of her dress.  She also admits to thinking about my hard and ready cock awaiting her in the car when I pick her up after school.  I had to fuck her with my finger in the car everyday before we reach the house because she just couldn’t wait.

 We fucked various positions and I am sure we also invented some new ones.  But let me tell you Amelia is insatiable and cannot get enough sex.  I bet she is even looking at some of the bigger grade 7 boys to satisfy her needs.   However till the Sunday we had the time of our lives and we fucked to our hearts delight and we even fucked two nights outside the house on the lawn next to the LAPA.

 Amelia is now a experienced girl with sex with a male partner and is a real sex maniac with no inhibitions.  She is also very creative as far as sex goes and nothing is too wild for her and she has also teaches me some new tricks.  The next exercise will be to try and see if we can get some more partners, male and female, to expand her knowledge and our pleasure.  I told her that she must try and get some of her school friends to join us.  I really like to fuck young thirteen year old girls.  Maybe we will even go further.  Where is it going to end?  Who knows and who cares?  She loves horses also.

 It was really heartbreaking when we see Felia’s car stops in front of the house and we had to put our cloths on again.  But soon Felia might be part of our action.

 

Jenny's Accident part 1

lion1967 on Taboo Stories

Jenny’s accident part 1

I have known Jenny since she was born, her mom was one of mine and my wife's best friends. Her dad died when she was very young an her little sister Meagan was only a baby. Three years later my wife and little girl were killed in a car accident and Jenny was the first person to see me sitting crying. She came over and gave me a hug and said "I’m really sorry that Elaine and Ashley were both killed. .I going to miss Ashley so much she was my best friend even though she was 5 years older than me".

The next four years were pretty uneventful . I sometimes did a bit of babysitting for Victoria while she had went on some dates with a guy from her work. Me and the girls would either play some board games or

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watch a DVD waiting for their mom to get home, sometimes they even stayed the night. Then one day while taking my dog for his morning walk I saw in the distance a little girl getting hit by a car, my heart just sank because it reminded me of what happened to my precious daughter. I pulled my cell from my pocket and called 911 and got an ambulance when i got to the scene of the accident i noticed who had been hit. When I saw it was Jenny my heart missed a beat. All the girls were crying and one boy said "oh my god Jenny's dead." I moved some kids to get to see and there was a lot of blood but she was still alive and I told the girls and boys to calm down. I knelt down and took Jenny's hand and told her an ambulance had been called. Then I called her mom to get to Hughes memorial as quickly as possible as Jenny had been knocked down and id meet her there.

At the hospital while Jenny was being treated Vicky was in tears worrying about her daughter and the medical bills as she didn’t have enough insurance to cover the costs .I told her that the insurance was taken care of. When we were shown into the room Jenny was hooked up to an iv drip. She was very pale and frightened. We were told she suffered a broken arm broken leg that needed surgery to set it properly and 3 broken ribs. And she would need to be in hospital for at least 3 weeks. I leaned down and kissed her forehead and said "sweetheart you gave us all one hell of a fright." She smiled for the first time and said " I’m so sorry." "There is nothing to be sorry about it was an accident.""Vicky I need to go but I will be back later and I will pick up Meagan from School and bring he here."

When I got back to the hospital Jenny was sitting up and looking a bit happier. Meagan passed her the bag I bought from the supermarket. "what’s in it" she asked. "Look and see, "she opened it up and pulled out a new nightdress and panties as her panties had been soiled due to the accident." Come here Meagan lets go get some juice while your mom helps Jenny get changed into her nightdress." When we got back and i saw the cutest 13 year old ever

A bit later i asked one of the nurses if it would be ok if Jenny Could have some food as she was feeling hungry. The nurse said "YES but the kitchen is closed for today you will have to get something in, but nothing too heavy something like a bit of pizza or some Chinese food." "Ok everyone what’s it to be pizza or Chinese." All three at the same time said Chinese so i gave the local Chinese takeout a call and ordered some soft noodles and spring rolls. During the meal jenny looked a bit sad. her mom asked her what’s wrong. "Well" Jenny said "I’m going to miss talking to Beth and Michelle my friends from England on Yahoo while I’m in hospital.""Now there’s no need to worry about that finish up here and get back into bed as I have a surprise for you. As her mom helped her back into bed and Meagan cleared up the table I popped out to my car and got 2 packages . When I handed one to Jenny her deep blue eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and she squealed in delight as she saw what I had given her. "Oh my gosh it a laptop. Thank you Kevin>" Meagan piped up and said "can I use it too." Keeping a very straight face I "said no." And she was about to cry>"The reason why you cant use that laptop is because I got you one too" and i got the biggest smile I have ever seen Meagan give. "But you cant use yours till you get home and it will be very late so it will be after school tomorrow before you can use it. Is that ok with you. She couldn't say anything she just nodded her head.

As it was time to head home I kissed Jenny on the forehead and told her I will come visit her again the next day. As we were driving home Vicky said you shouldn't spend your money on expensive thing like laptops. I said I, have got more than enough and business is really picking up with the new contract to repair the police and fire departments computer systems." When we arrived home Vicky sent Meagan for a shower and then to bed after some hot chocolate with marshmallows. Once Vicky tucked Meagan in she came downstairs and offered a glass of wine. "Kevin I really ought to thank you for the way you helped Jenny if it wasn’t for your quick thinking she might not even be here or permenantly in a wheelchair. "And she started to cry. "Come on its ok she’s safe that’s what matters now." And I hugged her. I looked at my watch and saw it was 11.00 pm. "Its time I was heading home its been a long day for all of us. “She held my hand and looked into my eyes and said "stay." And she hugged and then kissed me

" Vicky you are the first woman that I have kissed since Elaine died" and she said "your the only guy I have kissed apart from bill." "you don’t need to do this Vicky" I said. "but I want to" she replied, as she kissed with more passion. As we kissed my hand went to her pert little ass and pulled her in close so as she wouldn’t see my cock making a tent in my pants. But i needn’t have worried as her hand moved down to the front of my pants and she felt how hard I was. "MMM that’s a nice hard on then she led me to the bed room and took off her dress and stood with just panties on with a slightly wet patch. Her tits were nice and perky. then she led me to the bed and sat me down taking off my shirt she kissed my nipples then undone my belt and unzipped my pants slipping them down then she pulled down my boxers letting my very hard 7 inch cock free. "MMM nice size" as her mouth went to the head and she started to lick my cock my pre cum was leaking out and I knew it wouldn’t be long before i shot my load . She must have known as she went down and took my cock right into her throat and sucked for all she was worth after about a minute I could hold on no longer and shouted "IM CUMMING." "Now its my turn to make you feel just as good as you made me feel." I kissed her neck making my way to the valley between those two perky tits before sucking on the left nipple and pinching the right kissing further down stopping at her belly button and tongue flicking it making her squirm in pleasure. then i moved farther down stopping at her panties, I could almost taste the sweet juices with just the smell. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them down. What greeted me was a sight I will remember forever her pussy was neatly trimmed and soaking wet.

As i took her panties right off I gently stroked her pussy and she shivered as she had a mini orgasm. Then I moved up kissing and licking till I got to her pussy and licked her clit and she exploded into one almighty orgasm. "OH MY GOD IM CUMMING," she screamed out in utter pleasure. After Vicky came back down from the pleasure trip she held me in her arms and kissed for ages." I really need to feel your cock in me will you fuck me please." "with pleasure sweetheart. I started to move my cock teasing her pussy then she said "put it in me and fuck me for all your worth." As we fucked all I could think of how I had missed my wife ,just as i was about to cum I whispered into Vicky's ear oh Elaine I love you and shot my hot sticky cum into her and Vicky called out I love you too Bill. We told each other we were sorry for what happened and we both just said "its ok as we both loved our lovers"

The next day at the hospital Meagan dropped us right in it by blurting out that I had spent the night with Vicky. And Jenny thought for a minute and said as long as your happy mom I’m happy. But I saw a sadness in her eyes, but couldn’t place what was wrong.

Three month had passed and Jennifer was home from hospital and back to school but was still walking with a limp. About a week later ! was round for dinner and I heard Vicky shouting "Jennifer Jayne Watson what the hell do you think your doing.? "Then I heard Jenny Crying "I’m sorry mom I didn’t mean it." At dinner there was a bit of an atmosphere and Jenny was very quiet for once. "After dinner Jennifer I want you to go straight to bed and no DVDs or laptop till I decide what to do with you." said Vicky. After both girls had showers and went to bed I asked what actually happened. Then Vicky told me she caught Jenny masturbating. " Oh" I said Well she is 13 ,"I said. And Vicky just sat and cried. The best thing to do is talk to her without getting angry, because that will help no one. Vicky called Jenny, when Jenny came into the living room she had been crying. "I’m sorry mom I didn’t mean to make you mad." Vicky waited for a minute before replying, "You don’t have anything to be sorry for I’m the one who should apologise for shouting at you." " can I ask where did you learn to do that anyway." "I cant say because I don’t want Kevin to hate me" "I could never hate you " I said. "But you might if I tell you " she said. I told her "I promise I wont hate you." She took a deep breath " you know Ashley was my best friend even though she was 5 years older than me well I saw her doing it and I copied her when she was supposed to be babysitting us and I really started doing it in hospital last month" Then I saw the tears start to flow. " come here sweetheart" I took her hands in mine and told her "I’m shocked but not angry." She calmed down and her mom gave her a hug and sent her to bed.

Two weeks later my cell rang and it was Vicky she was frantic asking me to come over as there was something wrong with Meagan. I picked up my cell and went over. When I got there Meagan was very listless and pale. I didn’t hesitate I called Hughes Memorial." Hello Mary is john in the office." Who’s calling please." I told her. "one moment please." HI Kevin what’s the problem

After School with Mr. Smith (Part 2)

PryingPandora on Taboo Stories

(6 years is long enough, right? Read Part 1 here: http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/taboo-stories/after-school-with-mr-smith/)

Taylor lay on her bed, resting one hand on her stomach and the other on her thigh. Her breathing became ragged as images of her brief session with Mr. Smith faded in and out of her mind: his large, sensuous hands traveling over her sinewy back, falling down and caressing her legs and rear as she sat on top of him, riding him desperately. It was so wrong, but when he had emptied himself into her, she hadn’t had a care in the world.
She slid her hand from her thigh to her underwear, already feeling the dampness seeping through them. Her eager fingers dipped into herself and she stifled a moan. Her parents were in the room across from hers.

Her other hand