I went into the kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge and popped the top as I started up the stairs.  I kicked my shoes off in front of the door; Becky hated when I did that, but hell I'll pick them up when I come back down.  I pulled the tail of my shirt out of the waistband of my pants, and started undoing the buttons.  I stepped into the bathroom and unzipped and let my pants slide down and kicked them off, and reached inside my briefs and grabbed my pecker and aimed it at the toilet.  A stream of warm pee rushed into the water, and I shook it a couple of times to release the drip.  I pulled my briefs off and finished undressing and glanced at my tight chest and abs, and playfully flexed in the mirror before reaching for the shower door. 

"Nice...." I heard.  I jumped with a startle, not realizing there could be someone else in the house with me.  I turned to see who was in the room, and there stood Jean.  She was wearing a white t-shirt and creme colored shorts.  I think they were the same one's she was wearing the night she babysit for us and we had sex in the backyard on the picnic table.  "Oh....Hi" I stuttered, I wasn't expecting anyone in here.  I was just gonna take a shower to cool down."  "Why...I like you when you're HOT..." she giggled.  "mind IF I join you?"  Is that your car in the drive? I asked.  "Yeah, Mom bought it for me as an early graduation present so I get back and forth from State safely." She started raising her t-shirt over her head exposing her hard tits to my watering mouth.  As I said earlier, I couldn't get the thoughts of a 17-year old tight virgin giving herself to me out of my mind, but here she was doing it again.  "Where's Becky,?" I asked "and the kids?"  "Becky called me to watch the kids, as she wanted to take a day at the spa, and I gave the kids a snack and put them down for a nap.  I was hoping you'd come home before her, as I have thought of nothing but you since our last time together, and remember, I promised you my ass." 

She finished stripping off her shorts and panties and stood before me in the doorway of the bathroom.  I watched as she slid her clothes down her well-toned hips and then noticed that she had shaved all the pubic hairs from her cute snatch.  "LIKE?" she asked as she saw me looking at her.  "MMMMMM Love!" was all I could muster to say as my mouth began to water.  I pulled her forward and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself into my crotch, rubbing herself against my growing dick.  I opened the shower door and turned on the water, and pushed her into the stream.  We kissed while the water glissened off her firm breasts and the cool water made her nipples stand erect as I palmed each breast lifting them up and rolling them against her chest.  She run her hands down my back and pulled my crotch towards her  as she humped her hips against me.  She rubbed down my butt, and between my legs, and believe me it felt so good as Becky believed that an ass was something that was only for excreting the waste from the body.  Yes, Becky and I had a good sex life, but I couldn't get her experiment and sex was only a stress relief now that the kids were around.

I again wanted Jean's mouth wrapped around my cock, but I wanted her to want it also.  I took the bottle of liquid soap and squeezed a gererous amount in my palms and rubbed them together creating foam.  I started at her shoulders and worked the foam down her firm stomach.  I ran my fingers across her newly-shaved crotch and I must admit it felt wonderful.  She rocked her hips towards my fingers, but I just continued to rub her mound, squeezing the folds and rubbing back and forth towards her vaginal lips.   I ran my hands around her waist and across the hills of her buttocks, and slid a finger down towards her anus.  She drew in a breath, and I could tell she was enjoying this as much as I was.  I returned my fingers to her erect clit and pinched and pulled it, again acheiving a gasp of air from her mouth.  She smiled at me and kissed me again dancing her tongue across mine. 

I moved my hands back to her shoulders and pressed her down to a knelling position and she knelt on her knees knowing what I was after.  She grasped my cock firmly in her warm hand, pointed it at her mouth, and sunk me to my balls, swallowing me firmly in her throat.  I growled a low growl in my throat as her mouth was so soft and warm, and felt so good.  I laced my fingers in her hair and started rocking my hips bumping my balls against  her chin and my pubic bone against her nose.  She was making slurping sounds, and water was running over my chest down towards her face.  I turned some to keep the water from drowning her, and as I rubbed the sides of her cheecks I could feel the ridge of my cock head bumping in her cheecks.  This girl really knew what she was doing in the cock-sucking department.  I felt the first tingles of an impending burst of cum rushing up my rigid cock and I knew she was in for a flood of cum.  "I'm gonna cum...." I said looking down at her face.  "Good...." was all she said.  She sucked harder making a suction as the streams of cum slid down her throat.  I turned the shower off and lead her out into the bedroom.  I draped a towel around my waist, and tossed her a couple of towels for her hair and body.  I grabbed my beer and finished it off, and told her I'd be right back.  I stepped into the hallway and went down the hall and opened the children's doors and looked in.  Each child was curled in a fetal position, and little Katey was sucking her thumb.  I stepped back into the hallway and picked up the phone, and called Becky's cellphone.  "Hi hun.  Just got home and Jean informed me that you were at the spa.  Enjoying?"  "Oh yesssss," she hissed into the phone.  Gonna be here probably another 45 minutes to an hour, you ok?"  "Oh yeah sure," I lied.  "The kids are napping and I'm just lounging around the house.  See you when you're done, Enjoy!"  "Oh I will and I hope you enjoy your free afternoon," she giggled.  "I'll stop and pick up some chinese when I'm done, Luv ya."  "Luv you too.  See you then."  I hung up the phone and stopped at the linen closet and grabbed a blanket and headed back into the bedroom.  Jean was just coming out of the bathroom and wrapping her hair in the towel. 

"What's that for?" she asked about the blanket I had under my arm.  "I'm gonna put it on the bed so there's no suspect material left on the bedsheets; and IF so, I can tell Becky that Katey spilled juice on the blankets, and I'm gonna take your ass virginity......that is IF you're still up to it?"  "Oh you devil," she giggled.  "you think of everything."  She crawled upon the bed and wagged her tight ass in front of me.  My cock immediately sprung back to  it's ragging hardness state.  I stepped back into the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of baby oil that Becky used on Katey after her bath and poured some in my hand and started fisting my cock.  I stepped to the side of the bed where Jean was and rubbed the remainder of oil from my hand around her  ass muscle and took my finger and dipped it into her hole to the first knuckle. 

Her ass grabbed my finger and it seemed to suck it directly into it's depths.  She was so warm and tight, that my cock gave an approving tap against my belly.  I leaned into her bottom and stuck my nose and lips against her pussy and rubbed the tip of my tongue over her clit.  She pressed her hips back into my face, and gave an approving purr.  "OH TIM.....yes....but I want you to fuck my ass!"  "Oh sweetie, that is my plan." I answered.   I lined my cock up with her ass and pushed against her until just the head of my cock lodged where my finger was.  "OHHHHHHH, she gasped.  "I knew it was gonna feel good, but GOD, this feels wonderful!" she gasped as she thrust her hips back and impelled herself fully on my cock.  I pulled back and again slid smoothly back into her with the aid of the baby oil.  I grabbed her hips and began thrusting hard and strong making my balls slap against her hard globes of ass.  We were both beginning to sweat and the sweet sounds of my crotch slapping against her was sounding off the walls and we were both grunting like rutting pigs.  Jean was balancing on one arm, and was busy rubbing her clit between us, and the slouching sounds of her wet pussy were really turning me on.  I began to feel my balls tightening again, and I didn't want to cum just yet, but it hit me between the eyes like hitting a brick wall.  My jets of cum plumetted against the walls of her rectum and on the outward strokes air escaped making a 'farting' noise.  We both laughed and I slid out of her tight recesses.  She rolled to her back and I fell on top of her, kissing her lips and nose as we came back to earth from the blissful trip we just took.  I pushed myself up and stood, and turned to the dresser and retreived my shorts that I originally intended to change into when I first came home, and slid them up my nude hips. I tucked my cock and balls into the side and turned and looked at Jean, who was still laying and breathing very deeply.  "You should probably get dressed and be going too," I warned her.  "Becky should be coming home soon." 

Jean stood and went into the bathroom and picked up the clothes that she shed in the doorway and slipped them back on after going to the bathroom and brushing out her hair.  I hugged her and we kissed again, as she walked into the hallway.  I gathered up the blanket from the bed and straightened the covers on the bed, and returned the bottle of oil back into the bathroom.  I gave the room one last glance before I headed to the kids rooms and woke them up, kissing each one on the top of the head, and telling them that Mommy would be home soon.  Jean waved and blew me a kiss as she went out the front door and I noticed she skipped to her car and applied lip gloss on her firm lips as she waited for the car to idle down.  I took the kids down the stairs and put the blanket in the washer. 

Just about the time I exited the washroom Becky pulled up in the driveway.  She looked refreshed and shined like a new penny.  When she came in the house she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my back and said, "Thanks for the afternoon, I really enjoyed it."  I kissed her on the lips and smiled back at her and said "I did too!"   She asked me If Jean had been paid for the afternoon, and I assurred her that Jean had been paid very well, I told her that I even gave her a 'small bonus' for staying the whole afternoon, and I smiled smugly knowing the truth of the matter.

Jean is now going to State college, but she comes back every month to visit her mother, and stops in to see how the kids are doing.  Maybe I can convience Becky to have another day at the spa while Jean and I find ways to enjoy the afternoons, and maybe slip in a couple more bonuses!   

Bobby was one of those kids. He had thick black, curly hair and sparkling brown eyes. His favorite song was "The Wheels on the Bus." His favorite color was red. He wore a baseball cap every day. He could hardly color within the lines and he ran in a rolling lope like an adolescent puppy. When we went swimming, he was afraid to put his face under the water. He also developed a crush on one of the other assistant counselors, Carrie. He walked around with picture she colored and gave to him, saying "Carrie’s my gurl. Carrie’s my gurl."

Bobby’s parents called me and asked me to stay with him one evening. His family was terrific! As soon as I came into the house, Bobby came running to me, calling "Dido! Dido!" I was thrilled that he remembered me. My real name's Diane.

I learned that Bobby loved Nascar. I also learned that he was very small for his age. His mother told me he just had his fifteenth birthday! All along, I’d thought he was only about eleven. Mentally, he was quite a bit younger than that. But I wasn’t an expert on special ed. I was just trying to make a little extra money and I was hoping my summer experience would count for something.

I sat with him in front of The Bionic Man and colored in his Matchbox coloring book. He went in his room and brought out that colored page from summer and chanted, "Carrie’s my gurl."

"I know she is. You miss seeing Carrie?"

He nodded with his lip sticking out.

"Dido, potty."

"You have to go potty?"

He nodded.

"Well go ahead."

He ran off. I heard a door slam.

A few minutes later I heard, "Uh oh! Uh oh! Dido, uh oh!"

"Just a minute, Bobby."

I knocked on the door even though it was ajar, and I pushed it open.

He’d made a mess. He must have gotten into his mother’s mascara. When I came into the room, he pointed to a black smear on his leg. "Uh-oh."

"Bobby, you need to take a bath." I turned on the water. "Honey, take off your clothes."

Bobby took his clothes off and stood with his hands covering his penis. He started to giggle.

"I’m not looking." I assured him.

I did notice he was starting to grow hair on his chest and his pubic area. I found a towel and a washcloth for him in a closet. There were several boats and a plastic car in the tub and he settled in and started splashing his hands against the surface of the water.

"Here’s the soap. You make sure you scrub that stuff off your leg." I walked to the toilet and picked up his clothes and threw them in the hamper. "I’m going to get your pajamas, Bobby. I’ll be right back."

When I came back into the bathroom, he was looking at me with a funny look on his face. I looked into the tub. His penis was fully engorged, and he was poking at it. It was enormous!

"Oh Bobby, don’t do that. Let’s have a boat race." I sat down by the tub and pushed a red plastic speed boat across the water to him.

He put both hands on his dick and grasped it and forced it forward, looking at it with admiration.

It was something to admire.

At age seventeen, I hadn’t seen a lot of dicks. I hadn’t seen much but little boys when they needed diapers changed, or my ten-year-old brother when he rushed from the shower to grab a towel. I’d had experimental sex one time with a boyfriend, Henry, but that was a year ago, before his family moved to Portland, in the blackness of the back seat of his car. There wasn’t time to study his erection before he came.

I couldn’t help looking at Bobby's dick. The head was full and purple. The shaft was pale, a little redder at the base and along the bottom. It bowed from his lap almost to his belly button. It was beautiful!

I’d started dating my boyfriend when he was fifteen and his dick was way smaller than Bobby’s. I held the plastic speed boat and bumped Bobby in the knee. "Hey!" I said, "Let’s have a race."

Bobby giggled and got a blue speed boat from the soap dish. "Zoom! Zo-o-o-oom!" he shouted and started pushing the boat. I forced myself to not look at him below his shoulders and pretty soon we were both smiling and pushing little boats around the tub. His erection subsided.

Whew!

I handed him the soap and a washcloth. "Let’s get you to bed."

He scrubbed his feet and his bottom. I held his towel open while he finished, and then wrapped him in the towel. He dried off.

"Sippers!" he said.

I went into his room to find his slippers.

A half hour later, I was sitting next to the bed reading his favorite story. Then it was time to turn out the light.

"Kiss-Kiss? Dido. Kiss-Kiss?"

I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "G’night, Honey."

He gave me a kiss back, and it was on the lips.

I turned off the reading lamp, made sure his night light was glowing and closed the bedroom door.

Then I stood with my back against the door and let out a sigh of relief. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath.

I got out my homework and started checking my geometry solutions against the answers listed in the back section of the textbook.

About twenty minutes later, I allowed myself to lay on the couch and think about what had happened. For some reason, it had never occurred to me that Bobby would have such a man-sized cock stuck on a body with a five-year-old mind. And it was a monster of a cock. Especially to me, with my whopping repertoire of one conquest.

I closed my eyes and I couldn’t get the image of that throbbing purple head out of my mind. I could imagine the warmth of the water enveloping his body, and see how he thrust it about like a fire hose. I could hear the babyish cry of his "Zoom! Zo-o-om!" echoing in my thought.

God. What a waste.

 

It was a couple weeks before Bobby’s family called me again to babysit. In that time, my silly thoughts flew to that image over and over. It haunted my dreams. I dreamed of Bobby at summer, needing help to hold the bat so that he could hit the softball, only when I tried to help him follow through on his swing, we were both holding that glorious cock of his. Then he was holding up his Matchbox coloring book page that I had signed and personalized with a happy face, singing, "Dido’s my gurl! Dido’s my gurl!"

The dreams were strangely erotic and I woke up more than once with a tingle between my legs.

Bobby was in the car when his parents came to get me. "Dido!" he called. "Dido’s my gurl!" he told his father, very excited.

I blushed, and climbed into the car. "I’m your girl now, huh?"

He nodded, a grin from ear to ear.

There were car races on the television when we got to his house and he settled in to watch, shouting with glee when certain cars were in the lead. I listened to his mother’s quick instructions for making dinner and then they left. I sat down to watch the race with Bobby and he grabbed my hand.

How sweet! Oh but how awkward. My head was spinning. I was having these crazy erotic thoughts about little Bobby and his big man-dick. Even though I knew better, did he know better? He was clinging to my hand, announcing that I was his "gurl" and I just sat there next to him and took it in. Since Henry, I hadn’t had anyone announce to the world that I was his "gurl" and even with Henry, it was pretty much a hush, hush, you-don’t-need-to-tell-anyone-that-I-like-you sort of arrangement. I was just a dull seventeen year old with raging hormones, trying to remind myself that even though Bobby was plenty old enough to have a girlfriend, he wasn’t "old" enough to have a girlfriend.

And I kept thinking about that monster in his pants.

I asked him to help me in the kitchen. He showed me where to find the pan and we boiled water and made hotdogs. There was jello salad in the fridge, and a bag of chips on the counter. I ate some carrots, but Bobby wrinkled up his nose and wouldn’t touch them.

It was different between us. Bobby had decided I was his "gurl" and he kept trying to put me in a position where it felt a little too intimate. He wanted to put his arm around me on the couch. I really wasn’t comfortable with that, and I kept changing seats, but he kept scooting next to me. "Dido’s my gurl." He was so happy! I didn’t want to burst his bubble.

And quite honestly, after a year of having no one pay me any mind, it was a little flattering. Even if it was only Bobby.

Then it was time to go to bed. I told him to get a book, and he picked the same one, about the baseball player named Fred, so I read to him while I sat in the chair beside his bed.

About halfway through the book, he started giggling. "Uh-oh!"

"What?"

His eyes were so bright and happy. He pointed.

I looked down.

Uh-oh. There was that monster dick again. Straining against his pajamas. I could see the outline of that beautiful head, just about to burst. He was twitching it with muscles from within, making it flick against his leg.

"Bobby." I couldn’t take my eyes away. "You shouldn’t be doing that. You need to stop."

I forced myself to look at the book and turn the page.

"Dido, look."

I glanced up. He’d pulled his cock out of the top of his pajama pants and it was full and draping in a sweet arc against his belly.

I started reading again. But Bobby wasn’t listening.

I needed to stop pretending. It was Bobby. Bobby didn’t pretend something was going on that wasn’t. In this case, Bobby wasn’t trying to pretend that he didn’t have a log of an erection laying on his leg when he did.

Then I don’t know what came over me. I ached to have Bobby be an ordinary fifteen-year-old with a dick that was throbbing and beckoning for ME. Me, a plain Jane sort of a girl who babysat handicapped children on Saturday nights instead of going on dates. I yearned to have a mature mouth kiss me and muscular arms that draped around me when I sat on the couch. I was so lonely!

I missed Henry and I didn’t understand why I didn’t seem to appeal to anyone else. I had regular-looking brown that fell softly across my shoulders when I took it down and C-cup breasts ready to bust out beneath my buttoned blouse. I had a soft mouth and I didn’t think my breath smelled bad. And I knew that given the right circumstances, my pussy would get sodden and I could learn to fuck like a wild thing.

But this wasn’t the right time. I looked at the HotWheel sheets on his bed. This wasn’t the right place. This definitely was not the right boy.

But he was took my hand. "Kiss-Kiss?" His lips were puckered, rather comically. I smiled and looked away. This was so absurd. It was absolutely ludicrous that I had hormones raging through my loins.

And he did too.

He might be mentally very young, but his cock was bulging and his crotch was sprouting black bristles of pubic hair. It was confusing. And if it was confusing to me to have these feelings coarsing through my veins, how did it feel to him?

Then I did the unforgivable.

"Take your pajamas off." I said quietly. He looked at me kind of funny, but lifted his hips while I slid plaid pajama bottoms down over his butt. His dick brushed my hand when I took hold of the elastic waist band. I was hyper aware of exactly where his dick was and how it was barely brushing against me. I wanted to play with that thing!

I took it in my mouth. "O--oh," he sighed. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. He was fascinated. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was hanging open. "Wow," he said.

This was crazy. What was I doing?

He didn’t talk enough to tell anyone what I was doing. Was I raping him? Probably. I looked at his face. Did he care?

Hell no. He didn’t care. He was smiling and laughing. "Dido!"

I licked his dick, swirling my tongue across the sensitive tip.

He moaned.

I put my hand on the base and directed it into my mouth. I’d never really given anyone a blow job but I had a good idea what was involved. I started stroking my hand up and down the shaft.

I wanted to ride him, but I didn’t take birth control. I didn’t carry a rubber. And to be brutally blunt, I didn’t trust his sperm to be normal and I didn’t want to bring a handicapped child into the world. So a blow job was going to have to do.

"Uhn. Uhn. Uhn." he groaned, matching the pace I was using to bring his dick in and out of my mouth. He put his hands down on my head and followed the motion. "Uhn, uhn, uhn."

Then I stopped for a moment to collect some more spit in my mouth.

"Dido. More." he said. "More." and he motioned towards his throbbing organ.

"Hang on a sec," I said, positioning myself on the bed between his legs. He held his legs rigid on either side of me.

He was totally stiff. His legs. His dick. The veins sticking out as he jutted his neck to watch me.

Was I freaking him out?

"Dido, more." he said, putting his hands into my hair and guiding my lips back to his dick. I took it into my mouth and started building some friction as I rocked my head up and down.

His cock filled my face. I held my mouth as wide open as I could so I wouldn’t rake his sensitive skin against my teeth. It hit me in the back of my mouth. I held the base with my hand so I had some control. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I opened my eyes to assure myself that he had his closed and his head was back on the pillow. I must be doing it right.

Inside my mouth, his full dick twitched and Bobby arched his back. He thrust his hips forward.

My mouth filled with his cum. It tasted like hand lotion. Well, it didn’t taste exactly like hand lotion, but that was my first impression. Definitely a new taste. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t dislike it either. I wiped my mouth.

Bobby writhed on the bed. "Wow!" he said, beaming.

Oh my God. He loved it! He was in total bliss.

I smiled. I loved that I had done that for him. What was his chance at finding a nice girl to blow him again? I was slightly out of breath. I was thrilled for him, and pretty pleased at myself for making him so happy.

"Okay, now. You ready to go to sleep?"

He nodded. "Kiss-kiss?"

I smacked him on the lips. I wanted to kiss him deeper, more intimate, but I had his cum in my mouth and I didn’t want to taste yucky. I wanted to kiss him deeper, but that would have been for me, and he wouldn’t know what to do with that any more than he knew what to do with his blessed hard cock.

I turned out the light and left the room. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. It was weird. It was almost like I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t doing that as myself. I was doing that as some sort of surrogate lover, like someone who was handing out her sex to those more needy. Like someone who wanted peace and love throughout the world.

I smiled at my silliness.

Then I realized the tremendous buzzing that was still between my legs. Surges of blood flowing to my genitals. Even though the blow job was amazing, and I’d loved the feeling of having my face all full of his thick cock, having his smell all in my nose, it hadn’t done much for me. I stepped into the bathroom in the hallway. I pulled my pants down to pee, then afterwards, I marveled at the glisten of extra mucus on the toilet paper. I wanted to masturbate, but that would have to wait till later. His parents would be home before long. I washed my hands and rinsed his taste out of my mouth.

Later, when I was in my own bed, I kicked off my panties and worked my pussy with a small bottle of nail polish. I inserted the bottle inside my vagina and rubbed it in and out, trying to match the pace I’d used sucking his cock. I was so turned on! I pinched my nipples into puckers and traced my fingertips gently up and down on the ridges and valleys of my cunt. It felt so good! I closed my eyes and imagined how Bobby must have felt when he buckled his hips and spurted his cum in my mouth. I thought about that throbbing cock and the way it filled my senses inside of my mouth. The smell. The taste. The feel. It took awhile before I got enough of my hand and the little bottle and I had to be so quiet--my sister was sleeping in the next bed.

The next day it hit me what I had actually done. Did I rape him? Oh God. I took total advantage of that poor boy! He couldn’t help that he got a big boner, but it was me who showed him what he could do with it. I knew better than that. And what had I done? I cranked up those latent sexual hormones. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t just go out and ask another girl to put her mouth on his dick.

It was his mother whose job it was to tuck him into those HotWheel sheets at night. What if he grabbed her face and tried to force it down on his rigid cock? Oh dear.

What had I done?

I was so ashamed. Suddenly I felt petrified. I was terrified that his family was going to figure out what I'd done.  No, he couldn't really explain it with words, but he could with motions.  He may not be able to speak my name, but he could remember me from Summer Camp and he understood that if he kissed my lips, that might make me "his gurl."

But what could I do?

Then I remembered his "Wow!" and the absolute look of satisfaction at the end. He was in awe. Right or wrong, I couldn’t take it back. Right or wrong, he’d loved it. Right or wrong, he was exploring his own sexuality, whatever that was going to mean for him in his life.  And I had shown him a damn good time.

Three days later I came home from school and my mother was waiting for me, sitting with a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

"Bobby’s mother called."

My heart was racing. I tried to appear calm. "What’d she want?"

"She was asking questions about you. What kinds of classes you’re taking at school--if you have a boyfriend, that sort of thing."

"Oh."

I studied my mother’s face, trying to read between the lines. Something happened at Bobby’s house. Was Bobby’s mom turning me in for being a child molester?

My mother placed her cup on a square white napkin.

"Is everything okay with Bobby?" I asked.

"Yes, she said Bobby’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with Bobby."  Her voice had a lilt at the end of the sentence.  There had to be more to the conversation. My mother looked out the window. I could only imagine what Bobby’s mother said.

I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. "Does she want me to call her back? Does she need to talk to me?"

"Yeah. I think she wanted to know if you could babysit Friday." Mom looked at me with a strange little smile. 

If there was more going on, I wasn't going to find out from her.  I went upstairs, called Bobby's mother, and agreed to babysit.  They would pick me up at five.

David smiled and started to kiss her again, his hand moving to her panty clad nether lips. She moaned into the kiss and started to remove her panties. David slipped her night gown off her and tossed it onto the floor then took his shirt off.

Once they were both undressed David laid her down on the bed and started to kiss her neck as her hands groped at his manhood. He let out a moan as her hands guided his cock into her warm pussy lips. He kept getting deeper till he encountered her hymen. She nodded her head and David pushed his cock past it, a cry of pain coming from her mouth.

“Are you ok?” He asked, concerned that he had hurt her. She shook her hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs going around her waist pushing his cock deeper into her pussy. “Fuck me.” She breathed out.

David started a to fuck her pussy slow, entering and almost leaving. “Harder!” She screamed out. David grinned and started to fuck her pussy hard, just like she told him to.

She ached her back as his cock drove into her pussy. To stop her self from screaming she bit his neck, not hard just to let him know he felt very good! “Oh god!” She said, her mouth leaving his neck. Her muscles contracted around his cock and she had her first orgasm.

David couldn’t hold out and his climax hit at the same time, his seed shooting into her pussy while he groaned. David pulled out, which caused Megan to whimper. She pulled the covers over them and they both fell asleep.
 

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"You guys ever played this before?"

Quick to replay was Leslie, "No, why?"

"This will be fun then"

Of course Christie won the first game and she told me to french kiss her. We made out for a full minute. The table was set up like this: David was on Leslie's left, She was on my left, and I was on Christie's left. Christie also won the 2nd game.

"Now it gets interesting. Branden, french your sister."

"What!? That's sick!"

"Don't you think I'm atractive Branden?"

With that I lunged in and locked lips with her. That lasted longer than a minute. She blushed and we resumed. This time Leslie won.

"David, eat me out. I'm horny and i need it to be released."

"I don't have a choice in this do I? Damn."

We played while David ate Leslie with passion. About mid-game Leslie hit her point and soaked David's face with juices. After that game I won. What a victory this would be.

"Leslie, suck my dick. And it is not optional"

Christie had this sly grin on her face and was enjoying this. So, Leslie had to kneel this one out. She was amazing for someone who just started. I warned her that I was gonna cum and she didn't let up. When I finally did cum she swallowed most of it and the rest ended up on her face. Christie licked it off and we continued. Christie won this time, shit.

"Branden, suck David's cock."

"I knew this would happen, but I hoped I wasn't the one who would have to suck."

I unzipped his pants and this 5 inch thing plopped out. I chuckled and started to suck. As they played on without warning, David came in my mouth. I gagged a bit and eventually swallowed it. I sat back in my chair and by that time Christie had won again.

"How often do you play? This is rediculous."

"Enough to whoop you guys. Now, Branden, fuck David's ass like there is no tomorrow."

David almost started to cry as I grabbed the lube. I lubed up and in all 8 inches went. He clenched his fists and acted like it was no big deal. After about 6 minutes of pleasure I came in his ass for punishment of not warning me when I blew him. Leslie won this game.

"Alright," Christie said," one more game after this."

Leslie also had the option of doing anything to anyone as long as she did it. She got down on her knees and started sucking my dick. I was in heaven again. She took her time this go around. She let my cum go in her hair, eye, and all over her face. What a shock Christie won, again. This time she pulled me up and ripped my pants off as well as hers. I stripped without questioning as did she. She layed me down and straddled me.

"Wow, that's something. Can we fuck too, Branden?" Leslie persisted.

"Yes, as soon as I cum in her pussy, o god this is amazing."

With on last bounce I came all in Christie's cunt. After 3 minutes of rest Leslie climbs on top of me.

I will write a sequal if enough people write me