m. She opened her mouth and Jill gasped as she watched her stuff the swollen tube of flesh between her lips. She pumped at it with her fist until he cried out and Jill watched wide eyed as gobs of pearly goo shot from its tip coating her mother’s tongue.

Jill had discovered the joy of rubbing the little button above her slit when she was eight. As she snuck back to her room and tucked under the covers in the dark, the image of her parents filled her head and she gasped and moaned in rhythm with her electric fingers. Somehow the experience seemed completely new.

Kevin had a football game the next morning and Jill’s parents had gone to watch. Jill was annoyed that her little sister, Katie, had decided not to go with them but she was downstairs in the living room watching cartoons. Jill might as well have had the house to herself. It only took about ten minutes rooting around through her parent’s stuff before she found the box in the closet filled with DVDs and magazines. They weren’t the kind of magazines her Mom kept on the coffee table, and although they had The Little Mermaid on DVD, Jill was sure she had never seen The Little Sperm Maid before. Over the next week she would raid the box, exploring the magazines and studying the videos until she felt she was ready to try some of the things she saw.

Jill didn’t tell Jimmy Cole about seeing her parents fuck, and she didn’t tell him about the magazines and the DVD’s that taught her words like fuck. She simply asked if she could see his thing. Jimmy lived just up the street from Jill and was in her sixth grade class. She had known him all her life and the two had spent countless hours in his basement playing video games.

Jimmy was shy and convinced she was playing a trick on him but she promised him it would be okay. He gasped and every muscle in his body tensed when Jill put her hand on it. It was tiny compared to her father’s and the men in the magazines and videos, but it was the real thing and Jill loved how it felt in her hand. For the longest time, she simply sat next to him on the sofa, letting her fingers explore his hard little prick and squishy balls. Jimmy looked ready to hyperventilate, his eyes bulging from their sockets.

“What are you doing?” the boy nearly screamed when Jill bent forward and licked the tip of his Willy. She ignored him and pressed her lips down over the top until they touched the ring her thumb and finger formed around the base. Jimmy’s hips bucked and he cried out.

Jill hadn’t expected the cum to come so quickly. The men in the videos did a lot more stuff before their cocks squirted. They usually squirted in the girls’ faces too, but Jill was scared to try that. She was going to just watch the first time. But then the first shot squirted across her tongue, and then the door to the basement swung open, and then Mr. Cole was yelling, and Jill tried to stop the cum but it kept coming and squirted her right in the face.

Mr. Cole grabbed Jimmy by the arm and swatted his bare ass. Jill wanted to run but Mr. Cole was blocking the door as he shouted for Jimmy to go to his room. She sat there on the couch with tears and cum dripping from her face. She couldn’t look at Mr. Cole so she just stared at her shoes as he paced the room like an angry tiger. He stopped in front of her and for a moment she thought he was going to hit her, but he just stood there. His breath was heavy in his chest and Jill thought she could hear his heart pounding until she realized it was her own.

He stood there and she sat there. Her sobbing had quieted and so had his breathing. Jill wanted him to say something but he just stood there. She had no idea what to say, she was too scared to even look up at him. Then she heard the sound of the zipper on his jeans.

When Jill looked up it was just inches from her face. His hand slowly stroked it toward her and all the air seemed to leave Jill’s lungs. Her eyes went wide and her heart was pounding in her chest again. She was too young to know the difference between fear and anticipation but when he spoke she knew she was not afraid.

“You like the taste of cum?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jill went crosseyed  as she watched his cock move closer. He slid the tip across her cheek and chin collecting Jimmy’s cum. She didn’t answer but opened her lips when he offered the swollen mushroom cap glistening with his son’s jism. “Oh fuck!” he cried out as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head and her cheeks sucked in. 

A fire was raging through Jill’s body as she stuffed her mouth full of cock. Mr. Cole’s words were exciting her, making her feel powerful, and something else... nasty. She was sucking the cock of a man older than her father and he was loving it. This cock wasn’t like Jimmy’s, she had to stretch her jaw to get her lips around it. It was like the cock she had seen in the videos. It was like her father’s cock. And Jill soon realized she would actually have time to play with Mr. Cole before he squirted.

She tried to remember the things she had seen the girls in the videos do with cocks. She wrapped her fist around the base and pumped it into her sucking mouth. She licked up and down its length like a popsicle and even tried sucking on his fuzzy balls. Mr. Cole’s hands were in her hair and he gently guided her mouth over his prick, his moans of appreciation filling the air and encouraging the young girl.

Jill remembered her father kneeling behind her Mom on the bed, his hips slapping against her ass, and she started to think of the other things she had seen in the videos. She slipped her free hand beneath the skirt of her school uniform and pressed her fingers into her damp cotton panties. She was nervous but she was ready for Mr. Cole to do those things to her.

“Oh fuck, Jill!” he cried out and Jill felt his hand clamp down on the back of her head pushing her lips down his shaft. His cock swelled inside her mouth then she felt the hot sperm striking the back of her throat. He had to pull back when she started to gag but she kept her lips tight around his gushing beast, letting the cum coat her tongue and fill her cheeks.

His cock slid from her lips and she swallowed down her mouthful of spunk trying to decide if she liked the taste. She looked up at Mr. Cole with a smile but his face was a fiery red and he looked away. He turned and made his way to the door, zipping his fly up as he went. He stopped at the door. “I’m sorry,” he said without looking at her. Then  he disappeared up the stairs.

Jill walked home, her head a mess of confusion and her body a mess of desire. For a moment she thought she might cry as soon as she got inside, but then she saw Uncle Eric’s car in the drive way and suddenly the confusion was gone.

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ual he was sitting at the patio table drinking a beer while her father laid steaks across the barbeque grill. Jill’s little sister Katie was splashing around in the hot tub with Samantha and Tabatha, Eric’s twin daughters. And as usual, as soon as she settled into his lap, his hand slid up the inside of her thigh stopping just short of her damp panties. Each year, as Jill got older and her legs got longer, his hand seemed to inch further and further away from her knee. Jill had always liked the way she felt when he touched her and she cuddled up to him, purring like a kitten.

Today was different though. Only fifteen minutes ago, Jill had had a man’s cock in her mouth and her young body was still burning with desire. Today she was thinking about the other things she had seen in her father’s magazines and videos. Today it wasn’t enough just to cuddle up to her Uncle Eric. As her father rambled on about some baseball game, Jill reached across her lap and rubbed her hand over the bulge in Uncle Eric’s jeans.

“What’s that?” her father called out in response to Eric nearly choking on his beer.

“Nothing, just went down the wrong pipe,” he coughed and Jill sat there trying to look innocent, her hand back in her own lap. For a moment she thought Uncle Eric was upset. His hand had left her thigh and his face was blushing deep red. Then he took a long drink from his bottle, and as Jill’s Dad turned his attention back to the steaks, he reached under the table and slowly guided Jill’s hand back to the lump in his jeans. 

Jill leaned her head against his shoulder and spread her thighs open as his hand moved those last few inches to her tender sex. She closed her eyes as his fingers massaged the damp cotton covering her pussy. Her hand slid up and down the hard tool buried in denim and she desperately wanted to feel his hot flesh against hers. The drone of her father’s voice and the giggles of the girls in the hot tub seemed to fade away as his fingers worked magic between her thighs.

“Jill,” cried her mother, “Don’t be hanging all over Eric!” Jill jumped as if waking from a dream. Uncle Eric grabbed for his beer and quickly downed the rest of the bottle. “Go get dressed for dinner,” she called out from the kitchen behind them and Jill jumped up from Eric’s lap.

“Hi, Mindy,” Jill said smiling at Uncle Eric’s wife as she passed her in the kitchen. She was just Mindy, not Aunt Mindy. Jill pulled off her skirt and damp panties as she stood in front of her mirror. Her blouse slipped from her shoulders and she stood staring at her budding breasts and narrow hips. She had purposefully left the door to her room open and goosebumps jumped out across her body when Uncle Eric’s reflection appeared in the mirror behind her. She turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest, her naked body trembling. He stood there, his eyes unblinking. Then he held out his hand.

Jill stepped across the room on rubber legs until she felt her hand in his. He pulled her across the hall to the bathroom, pushing the door closed behind them and pressing the lock. Jill could hear her father’s laughter from below the window outside as Uncle Eric pulled her close and kissed her. His hands slid over the curves of her body and his tongue slipped inside her mouth. It was Jill’s first real kiss and she melted in his arms.

His kiss dropped to her neck then lower until she felt the warmth of his lips covering her sensitive nipples. She held onto his shoulders as his hands curved around her ass cheeks and his fingers dipped into the valley of her sex.

“Shh,” he whispered and Jill remembered where she was. Katie and the twins were screaming and laughing just below the window.

He was on his knees in front of her, his lips fluttering over her flat tummy, when he suddenly spun her around. She grabbed hold of the counter as his hands reached around, sliding up the front of her thighs to her burning slit. His kisses covered the firm globes of her ass and she bent forward over the sink.

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! was all she could think as she felt his tongue slide down between her cheeks and push into her cunt from behind. He squeezed and massaged her ass as he wiggled his tongue inside her virgin slit and Jill fought to keep from crying out. Her entire body lit up and she understood the expression she had seen on her mother’s face as she looked at her own face in the mirror, twisted with pleasure.

His lips were suddenly gone and Jill nearly cried until she saw his reflection in the mirror and heard the grind of his zipper. She was ready to turn around, to get a look and a taste of her third cock that day, but he put his hand on her back and held her there bent over the counter. “Don’t move, Baby,” he whispered and Jill’s heart jumped when she felt the hard piece of flesh wedge up between her thighs. His hand was on her ass and she could feel the tip of his cock sliding up and down her slit from behind.   

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! she cried out inside her head. This is it! and she felt the head of his cock, both soft and hard, prying open the tight lips of her cunt. “Bite down on this,” he moaned and he handed her a towel that she cried into as her virginity gave way to his welcome cock. Her cunt stretched and gripped him at the same time, her body adjusting to this new sensation. He massaged her arching back and round little ass as he sank deeper and deeper inside.

“Oh fuck!” he called out as his hips met her ass. Jill wiggled her cunt around him as tears streaked her face. She tried to relax her body, desperately wanting to love this moment. He pulled back slowly, only an inch or so, then pushed slowly forward again. Back again then forward again, each time his stroke growing longer and Jill’s body responding. She wanted to cry out but the voices of her mother and father were right outside the window, completely unaware that their daughter was getting fucked for the first time.

I’m fucking, she thought, he’s fucking me, and his cock pounded out a rhythm against her aching cunt. Each slap of his hips against her ass, each thrust of his cock, sent a wave of pleasure and pain through her young body and she wanted it to go on and on. She bit down on the towel as she rocked back to meet him. His face in the mirror reminded Jill of her father’s the night she watched him fuck her Mom.

“I’ve wanted you so long,” he moaned into her ear and suddenly his hips thrust hard against her ass and his cock sank deep into her cunt. “Oh fuck!” he cried, and Jill could feel her pussy filling with his hot seed. She was in heaven as he collapsed over her, sinking his teeth into her shoulder and kissing her neck. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear.

Uncle Eric told everyone downstairs he wasn’t feeling well when they noticed the change in his mood. The elation Jill had felt from fucking her first cock had been deflated by her second I’m sorry that day. The men in the videos never said I’m sorry after they fucked a girl, and she didn’t remember her Dad saying it to her Mom.

Jill would meet her Uncle Eric in the park the next day and fuck him in the back of his minivan. He explained that he was sorry for cumming so quickly which Jill thought was funny. It would be almost a year later, bouncing up and down on the cock of her best friend’s Dad for the first time, that she would experience her first orgasm and truly understand how sorry her Uncle Eric had been.

Jill had never told Uncle Eric about Mr. Cole, but it excited her to tell Sara’s father everything. She climbed up into his recliner and straddled his lap, riding his cock to her fourth orgasm that day before Sara and her Mom came home.

Jill sat back in her best friend’s bed that night as they took turns painting each other’s toenails. Sara hovered over Jill’s feet unaware that her best friend’s cunt was filled with her father’s cum. The secret made Jill feel powerful somehow, like she knew something that no one else knew. It made her feel nasty and she liked it. But it would be almost a year later before Jill learned that her best friend had nasty little secrets of her own.

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“Sorry, Mr. Taylor,” she grinned. He pushed her head under water as Sara jumped up on his back giggling. She let go of his cock and his eyes followed her round little ass, twitching seductively over slender legs, as she climbed from the pool.

The next day, while Sara and her Mom were out shopping and Michael was cleaning out the garage, Jill appeared in the open door. “Hey Mr. Taylor, is Jill home?” she smiled. He told her she would be gone all afternoon. “Do you mind if I hang out here until she gets back?” she asked, her eyes smiling more than her lips.

Michael’s eyes followed the young girl around the garage as she poked through his stuff. She wore the dark green plaid skirt, white blouse and knee socks he was so used to seeing his daughter in. “How come you’re wearing your school uniform?” he asked and he grabbed hold of his work bench to stop his hands from shaking.

“I sometimes wear it to Sunday school,” she answered not looking at him. “That’s where I just came from,” she said as she stepped up onto the ladder leading up to the loft. “What’s up here?” she asked bending over the top of the ladder with her round little butt poking out behind her.

From across the garage Michael could see that the girl wasn’t wearing any panties. He hesitated. A spike of ice seemed to stab through his guts but was immediately melted by the fire rushing through his veins. It was as simple as three steps and he was at the ladder, his face even with her butt, his head buzzing with static. “I dunno, Whataya look’n for?” he heard himself saying and his hands slid up the backs of her thighs. He stopped at the top of her thighs but she pushed her ass back further, her back arching deeper, her skirt riding higher. Michael held his breath and watched as his hands moved up until his palms were filled with the perfect globes of her firm little ass.

“Ugh, I think you found it, Mr. Taylor,” Jill moaned and giggled. Michael’s breath escaped in a long, slow moan as his thumbs pressed up between her thighs. He pried apart the puffy lips of her pussy exposing the pink wetness hidden there. Not a trace of hair could be seen and for a second Michael thought of his own daughter and wondered how far along she had developed.

“Does Sara do this?” he asked as his lips brushed against the soft flesh of her perfect butt.
 
“Aaagh, No, Mr. Taylor!” Jill barely managed to answer as his tongue slipped down into the velvet folds of her sex sending jolts of electric pleasure through her body. Michael lapped at her cunt from behind, his hands squeezing her round little butt, his head spinning out of control. He couldn’t decide if he was glad or disappointed at his daughter’s innocence as he sucked at her young friend’s juices. The sound of a passing car reminded him that he was standing in the garage with the door wide open.

Michael Taylor’s heart nearly stopped as he slammed the switch on the garage door opener and the heavy door swung down. What the hell are you doing? a voice screamed inside his head. But before he could answer, Jill was standing in front of him unzipping his jeans. Stop! You need to stop! cried the voice, but her fingers were tugging at his cock, pulling it free and stroking it. He just stood there staring down at her.

“Oh my God, Mr. Taylor!” Jill gushed, “I’ve never had one this big.” The comment hit Michael like a slap in the face.

“How many have you had?” he gasped but she didn’t answer. Instead she pushed her lips down over the head of his cock and he drew in an astonished breath as her tongue swirled over the tip. He would ask the question again an hour later while they showered together. This is the story she would tell him:

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n and had his lead in it mouth.

"Oh ok i'll take you out." looking down at his excited face and wagging tail she didn't feel too bad anymore.

  She walked throught the park letting him off his leash to run and play while she sat on a bench and tried not to let her thought go back to her dreadful audition, she failed. She could her herself say "blowjob" over and over as it echoed around her head and she saw the shocked looked on the panels faces as she unbuttoned her shirt trying to show off her huge rack before security dragged her out of the room and past all the hopeful actresses. She buried her head in her heads.

" Excuse me Miss." a man in a uniform said " Is that your dog?" She struggled to get her mind back to reality." Only it's just dug up the flower bed and well lets just say done it business as well. I will have to ask you to clean up after him and pay for the damage." Great it couldn't get any worse

" ok fine" she said not hiding how pissed off she was" How much?"

" Each bed cost us $100 miss." the man said already guessing he was getting the money without some verbal attack.

" You want me to pay you $100 are you kidding me?" Catherine tried to sound tough but her voice was cracking and her eyes filling up with tears so she sounded like a school girl who had been told to go to bed.

" Im not kidding Miss and it's $200 as he's been a busy boy. i am sorry"

" Fine" she said as she pulled out her check book from her bag and quickly wrote the check. " here" see threw the check at him and marched toward the dog " Home" She decleared and the dog knowing it was in trouble walked behind her with its head bowed toward the pavement. Catherine was now so worked up she had to do what she always did when she was wound this tight, she had to go to the gym.

 Her tight lycra outfit clung perfectly to every curve of her hot body. The work out helped her burn off a lot of the tension in her body the rest she found left her as every wondering eye roamed over her body as it bounced or stretched through her work out. It always turned her on to have guys stare at her body or women wishing they had her figure maybe even want her as well. She stopped running the treadmill slowing to a stop, she allowed a smile to form on her face as she saw the twins looking at her, the girls had only just started at the gym and had been very friendly with Catherine but as she looked at them there was a feeling they where too close but  she thought that was another story for another time. She went for the shower, her clothes where slowly taken off before she stepped under the hot shower and it felt so good it was exactly what she needed it really did feel good. Her hand held the soap and traced it over her firm breasts and a ripple of excitement shuddered through her body. Catherine looked over her shoulder nobody was around nobody would see, would she dare do it here someone could walk in was it worth the risk but as she was thinking this her hand moved down to her pussy, her fingers sliding in and out. This was definatley what she needed. faster and faster her finger moved, the sound of giggling woke her from her extense dreams. She stopped herself and looked around. The twins stared back one groped the others breast and the other had her hand down her sisters shorts. Catherine ran out of the shower room straight to her locker and threw her clothes back on with out even drying herself.

Catherine burst into her apartment still horny from the shower threw her bag to the floor stripped off and headed to her room, she pulled out her dildo and walked back toward her sofa. She tripped over Rachel on the way and fell the dildo falling from her hand rolling under the sofa.

" bad dog look what you done!" she said as she got on to her hands and knees to retreave the sex toy. Her hand was sweeping across the floor trying to locate the toy she was getting more and more desperate the longer she couldn't find it. then she felt Rachels tongue lap against her pussy, she gasped in pleasure before realising what was happening. " No don't" But again he licked and again and again. " Mmmmm noooooooooo. please no don't let this happen." He kept licking and licking and then she felt her orgasm explode within her " Oh Rachel nooooooooo Rachel you bad dog naughty no." She stayed on all fours catching her breath gald her ordeal was over. She felt the dogs paws jump onto her shoulders and push her down she felt its cock rub against her thigh. " Oh no please no" the dog humped at her missing her hole then she felt how big it had become and how hard, she couldn't believe how turned on it got her. This time he got his cock inside her and he didn't wait for her to feel comfortable with him as he rammed her hard with all 12 thick inches of cock. " OH FUCK, FUCKING HELL!" she screamed as the pain tore through her "  Arggghhh nooooo" she whimpered as Rachel just kept fucking harder and faster. After a while the pain died down and was replaced by a pleasure that nobody had given her before " MMmmmm ohhhh good boy oh really good boy" Another shuddering orgasm ripped past her body she found herself riding against the cock loving every second. "I want more baby give me more" She came again much much stronger " ohhhh RAAAACCHHEEEEELLLLL yes baby yes" She was screaming as loud as she could as the dog came inside her, she felt it shoot up into her body it felt so warm jus the excitement of it gave her another little orgasm. To her amazment he was still squirting his load inside her, another minute past until he finaly finished and just turned away and back to its baskett. Catherine collapsed onto the floor she had never been more fulfilled in her life she was so tired she couldn't move even though she could feel dog cum draining from her pussy down her legs and on to the floor she just closed her eyes and slept.

    Next morning Catherine was woken by her door bell, she looked doen at her legs they where covered in dried cum. She had to qucklythrow on her clothes to answer the door and cover her cum stained body. She opened the door to find Kate

" Take your time honey" She joked " I just thought i collect my baby" Rachel heard his owners voice came toward the door " Thanks for taking care of him" She said as Catherine neighbour walked past." Hope he didn't bother you too much" She smile

" Oh i bet she never even noticed he was there" The old lady from next door butted in with a bid smile on her face.    " We could hear her through the walls" She claimed proudly as she opened her front door. " She used to tell us all about her boyfriends before now we have to hear her screaming her girlfriends name!!"

" Girlfriend!" Kate said shocked

" On it was nothing, i'll ring you soon" Catherine said desperatley tring to finish this conversatgion.

" It did sound like nothing, it sound like Rachel gave you a good time, say hello to her from me" The old lady smiled as she entered her flat.

" Rachel?" Kate asked the most shocked expression on her face " You didn't!"
 

 

all of her friends now, like she knew something that none of them knew. And her secret made her feel special, powerful. But at the same time, she was desperate to tell someone what she had done. During speech class, she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing when she composed a speech in her head called, My Daddy’s Cock. She could imagine the looks on their faces as she stood up at the podium and described the taste of his dick dripping with cum, or how his huge cock stretched her pussy and made her scream. She wanted to explain how it felt to walk to school in the morning with his cum melting deep inside her cunt. 

As Sara flipped through the pages of the dictionary, she realized she was getting herself worked up thinking about her Daddy’s cock. She tried to concentrate on something else. Tomorrow was Saturday and her mother wouldn’t be leaving for work. Her father was off limits for the weekend, and on Monday they would be cutting back his meds. Sara couldn’t count on him being completely out of it anymore. She started to realize that the timing of events over the past two weeks had been perfect. Maybe too perfect to ever happen again.

Sara tried to convince herself that life going back to normal was a good thing. As much as her father’s cock had sated a deep need within Sara’s young body, it had not managed to chase away her guilt. She found it impossible to look her mother in the eye and hardly knew what to say to her anymore. Her Mom had noticed the change and kept feeling her forehead for fever and threatening to send her to Dr. Lynch for a checkup. But as guilty as she felt, as soon as her mother drove off for work each morning, the thirteen-year-old practically sprinted up to her Daddy’s room, tearing her clothes off along the way.

Then there was her Daddy. She had been fucking and sucking his cock like a little girl possessed and he had no idea. She loved crawling up on his bed and straddling his muscular thighs. She loved the feel of his cock as she forced her cunt down its length. She loved rubbing her naked body against his. But still, she wanted more. She was tired of rushing each morning with less than an hour to play. She wanted to take her time. And even more, Sara wanted her Daddy to wake up. She wanted him to know he was fucking his little girl. She wanted to feel his hands on her, his lips. She wanted to feel him thrust his cock into her as he called out her name. She wanted to look into his eyes when he made her cum. How was she going to go back to being just his daughter again? She wanted to be Daddy’s Little Girl.

It was too late. Sara was already worked up and it was only 2:00 on a Friday afternoon. How was she going to make it through the weekend? When her best friend Jill asked her to spend the night, Sara jumped at the offer. She had stayed away from Jill’s house all week because of Kevin, but she didn’t care now. She needed her best friend to distract her and get her mind off of her Daddy’s cock. Sara could tell that Jill knew that something was up so she started working on a story to explain her behavior over the past two weeks.

Little did Sara know, that Jill had her own secrets. The biggest secret, in regards to Sara, was that Jill had been with her Dad the day his back went out.  Jill had actually been in Sara’s bed, biting into Sara’s pillow, while Sara’s father fucked her tight cunt hard from behind. He had his “blow out” the moment his body tensed and he filled Jill’s eager pussy with his sterile cum. Vasectomy, it was Jill’s favorite word.

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