I gave them both two more shots.  They both giggled and then Jill laid on her back and spread her legs.  Jenn went down and kissed Jills pussy, then stuck her tongue down deep into Jill.  I said work her clit and she will love it.  Jenn said whats that? i went over and touched jills clit then slid a finger into her and tasted it, and it tasted great.  Jenn then worked jills clit hard till Jill cried out with her first ever orgasm.  Jenn asked jill if that was good and she replied great.  I then put Jenn on her back and asked if she was ready to orgasm and she said yes.  I put the tip of my dick next to her pussy and she was all wet and nervous. i slowly inserted my dick until i reached her hymen. I asked Jenn if she was ok, and she nodded.  THen with one hard push I popped her chery.  I just let it sit in there for a min till jenn got used to it, the started to pump.  She was so tight that it did not take me long until i was ready to cum, I pulled out of jenn and stuck my cock in Jills mouth and told her to suck.  I shot it deep into her mouth and she swollowed it all. i then stood up and looked at my to naked smileing sisters.

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I went to sit on my step dads lap he hesitated for a minute and inquired what I was doing but it didn't last I could feel his hard cock on my thigh ooh dad. I want you to teach me how to be great fucks I want tell a soul. I could see he wanted to but he asked me is I was sure anyway. Yes I am sure.

I always wanted this I must be dreaming he said as I got on my knees and pulled down his shorts. Oh sweet fuck he moaned as I slowly deep throated all I could stand of his cock down my little throat. Am I good daddy? I inquired oh yah baby your good. Suck it harder honey. He instructed me through it all and told me to pay attention to his balls. I didn't like that part at first but it started to really get me wet my panties where drenched.

I got to try your tight little pussy and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me down while whispering you’re so hot slowly he played with my pussy rubbing the head of his cock on my clit and down to my little hole. Slowly he pushed it in it was tight my step dad was much bigger then what I was use to. Slowly with each gentle thrust he sank into me I could feel my pussy contract and fight his cock slowly I relaxed and took all of his cock into me. Oh finally I have in me I moaned. That’s sooo good daddy. I felt so good to see him want me like that. So sexual a bomb could hit him on his head and he wouldn't have noticed. His hands where big and rugged grabbing at my little waist. I watched as he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my little pussy I knew it would soon be over. I was tingling from head to toe oh daddy I cried cum in my little pussy show me how much you like it. His throbbing cock unloaded warm cum deep inside of me I loved how it felt. I gazed up at my step dad and with a sigh of relief "Yummy".

"WOW I don't think I could ever do that" "I can't believe it; well your dad is hot. I could do your dad" I said in awe.

You know how I was babysitting that kid across the street when I was 13? Bridget inquired. "Yeah, I said knowing she was going to tell me another story"

"Well" Bridget said slightly. The boys father was hot he had this dorkey little wife ugh she got on my nerves. I started noticing the way he would look at me a talk to me when she wasn't around which was rarely. One day he came home early and I just laid Tim down for a nap. I was surprised to see him in the kitchen when I walked in. But I was happy as well, here’s my chance I thought to myself I am going to get him plus make some bonus money at the same time. So I asked him "Do you know how a young cute girl can can some good money Mr. Anderson?" Joking tapping him on his arm and giggle ling at the same time. Then I Walked over to the counter while the phone was ringing and picked it up. Bent over in my shorts trying to show Mr. Anderson my sweet little ass. It was his wife inquiring about Tim I assured her everything was great and that he was taking a nap. I hung up with her and swung around to see Mr. Anderson’s stiff cock trying to bust out of his pants. He put down the glass of water he was nursing and was ready to walk out of the kitchen when I grabbed his crouch and pressed my tits on him. Oh Mr. Anderson I love older guys you’re so sexy. Do you want my tight pink pussy Mr. Anderson I inquired while rubbing his cock. He quickly grabbed me and slammed my little ass on the counter. He pulled off my little shorts so fast and before I could day a word his throbbing cock was half way in me. It felt so fucking good as he was fucking me I asked him who his little princess was. He fucked me hard it hurt and felt good at the same time. Mr. Anderson shot is cum all over my pussy and stomach the warm cum felt good and I took some on my finger and tasted it. Needless to say Every time Mr. Anderson came home early I got a 300.00 cash bonus.

"NO way" Adrianna exclaimed” So that's how you bought all that shit so quick I thought you where selling pot or something, you little slut!"

“I learned when I was 15 through my other neighbor next door that I liked a little pain with fucking" Bridget said quickly. I was out back sun bathing in my little purple bikini and Mr. Teller was outside mowing the lawn I had sun glasses on and everytime he faced me he was checking out my body. Mr. Teller and I would talk here and there and I started getting feelings for him. I really liked his wife she was so sweet she would bring me cookies over and talk with me about school. So I kept my distance out of respect for her from Mr. Teller. But that day he was mowing the lawn with his shirt off sparked it for me and I had to have him. Little games would not do it for him he was upper class and knew people and I knew it. But it was a challenge to break him for me so I pursued ever so slowly. After a couples of weeks of little flirts Mr. Teller pulled me aside one day in is front driveway. "Listen Bridget you’re a really pretty and smart girl but you don't want an old man like me I could be your dad for Christ sake find a nice boyfriend who will give you want you want. I agreed with him and went on my way smiling.

A week before Christmas my mom announced she was going to host a party. I eagerly insisted that she invite Mr. Teller and his wife over she agreed. Christmas Eve Mr. Teller and hid wife showed up along with many others and my boyfriend at the time. They where all getting drunk and merry and singing Kuroki are having a blast. I danced and ignored Mr. Teller for a little wile and as the night went on I noticed that every time I looked over his way he was looking straight at me. I was getting tipsy myself from sneaking drinks and went up to my room to play some video games when I heard a light knock at my door. In cam Mr. Teller and he sat down next to me on the floor. "I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I miss having out talks" I felt his hand go up my inner thigh slowly up to me panties. I was instantly wet and my pussy were throbbing. Without a word we started messing around but everyone was right down stairs. "Sneak over to my house"Mr.Teller said breathing on my neck. He left out the door.

I waited about five minutes and went down stairs. My mom informed me that Mr. Teller went home for the evening but Mrs. Teller was still partying. I joined them for a dance and told them I was going in the back yard for some air and slipped out the door.

Mr. Teller quickly let me into his house shut the door and kissed me so passionately I wanted him in my pussy bad. He licked my little slit all over sending me into sheer ecstasy when he came up and asked me if I ever tried anal before. I told him once with my boyfriend but it hurt too much. That I was too tight or something. Mr. Teller turned me around and fingered my pussy then my clit. Slowly he put a finger in my tight ass it felt good "That's it relaxed baby here's another finger" After three fingers it hurt but felt good. He pulled out his fingers and slowly put the head of is cock in my ass and held it there. I could tell it wouldn't be much longer before he had the whole cock in my ass. "Your sweet little ass is so tight I am honored to be the first" He jammed his cock hard in my ass I cried out in pain it was sharp and it felt like I was ripping. "Shhhh little girl it will feel so good soon" Mr. Anderson said lustfully as he pumped his cock in and out of my virgin ass. "Play with your clit, that's it is it feeling better?" It was feeling better and he slowed down I played with myself as he fucked my ass and I had the biggest orgasm I ever had in my life "oh fuck yeah oooh" and my ass contracted around is cock as he came. He kissed me all the way up to my lips and suckled on them for a bit. I found out that I wanted to try more anal sex and set out to find more gentleman cocks to quench me. They all paid me top dollar to have my tight little pink pussy.

FIN

I walked over to my desk, trying to get the thoughts off my head. I open my drawer, and a bottle of sleeping pills roll down to the edge.

I took it as a sign.

I took the bottle and put it in my pocket.

Later, at night, the girls were in their bedroom. I made some strawberry shakes. On one of them, I poured the three pills I myself made into a dust. I brought the shakes up and knocked on the door. Katy opened the door, in her road runner pajamas.

“Hi.” She said shyly, “Abby is in the shower.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” I responded, “I made you girls some shakes.”

“Oh thank you.”

She gladly accepted it. Sweet child. I gave her hers, of course. She took a sip and smiled “It’s delish!”

“Enjoy it, sweetheart. Give this one to Abby. Brush your teeth before bed and goodnight.”

She gives me a flirty smile, “Goodnight Mr.”

I leave her and proceed to my bedroom. There I laid in my bed, wondering if what I was doing was right. She was such a sweetheart. Yeah, I was having second thoughts. I got up and went in to check on them.

I opened the door. Both were in Abby’s bed, asleep. Katy was face down, her pajamas tight on her butt and in her crack.

At that sight, my second thoughts dispersed.

I quietly walked over and rolled Katy over. She didn’t wake. I took her in my arms. She was so light. So small. I carried her out and shut the door. I carried her into my bedroom.

I spread her in my bed and then got on top of her gently. I begin kissing her soft small lips. She shows no reaction. “Sleep tight sweetheart.”

I pull her jamies off easily. She had no underwear on. I begin to massage her tight crotch. In no time, wet cum begins to pour out her pussy. I contain myself from sticking my cock into her teen pussy, and I unbutton her jamies. As expected, no bra. Her teen goddess breast there in front of me. Her nipples nice and pointy.  I lick them and put them in my mouth while sticking my finger into her soft warm pussy. I kiss her tummy and kiss my way down to her pussy.

There, I spread her legs wide, and I thrust my tounge into her pussy hole while fingering her asshole. It’s delish! I suck on her pussy and I bite at it. Then I lift her small legs by the ankles and I kiss her asshole, licking around it.

My cock is too hard now. So I lay on top of her, pull him out, and shub him in there. I can feel myself destroying her virginity inside, for it is tight and warm. I pull in and out as I throw her legs over my shoulders. Soon, I spill my wet fluid all over in her. When I pull out, I notice a little blood.

I’m a bit disappointed that I had to do her with no reaction. So I pull out. I dress her again and I carry her motionless body back to my granddaughters bedroom. I lay her in bed.

That’s when I notice my granddaughter. She is a bit bigger perhaps than Katy. Bigger breast. Bigger ass. I have a horrible thought as my cock once again rises up.

I carry Katy out of bed and set her on the floor. Then I jump in bed with Abby. She sleeps on her side, with her back to me. I grab her butt. She wakes up, startled, and turns around.

“Grandpa? What are you –“

“Shhh,” I say, “It’s okay. Want to have some fun with me sweetheart.” I hug her amorously.

“Grandpa? This isn’t right. Please don’t.” Abby pleads, but somehow, I can feel she wants it too.

“It feels good.” I simply say as I put my hand in her pants and begin squeezing her pussy.

“Oh! Oh!” She clenches on to my as orgasms begin to occur. “Granpa!”

“Tell me you like it.” I say as I start massaging her pussy.

“It feels good!” She scrams.

I get on top of her and rip her pants off as well as her shirt. We begin to kiss like animals. Our tongues going crazy in each others mouth. I can taste her sweet saliva. She is inexperience with kissing, I can tell, because her tongue is everywhere.

I lay on my back and she climbs on top of me. I push her head down. “Just lick it honey.” I say.

She goes down, and like a horny teen whore, she begins to lick my hard cock like it’s a candy. I push the back of her head and my cock penetrates down her throat, where I begin to cum as she chokes. I pull out and she comes back up, spitting some of the white stuff out.

I start playing with her pussy again as she bites my nipples. It is so wet down there. I violently get her off me and then jump on top of her. I spread her legs.

“No grandpa, not that! Not yet!”

I don’t listen. I thrust my dick deep inside her. She screams in pain, “Ahh! Grandpa! Stop!”

I begin fucking her harder. Then I pull out and flip her over. Without a second thought, I stick my cock into her tight asshole.

“AHHHH!” She screams.

I start using the last of my energy to dig in deep. Fucking my granddaughter’s ass like she’s a whore. Then I begin to spill inside her nice ass. I pull out and let my cum spill all over her butt.

She gasps for air.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. I thought you wanted it.”

She doesn’t answer.

I get up and leave the room.

The next day, at the breakfast table, the two teens come in. Both have a fearful expression on their faces.

“Morning grandpa.” “Morning Mr.” They say. The my granddaughter approaches me and sits in my lap. She says, “If we tell you a secret, will you keep it a secret?”

“Yeah, sure.” I answer.

“We wanna come over more often and do it again.” She confesses, “But don’t tell mommy that me and Katy love each other..”

I was surprised at her words. I look at Katy.

“I was bleeding this morning,” she says, “next time, I wanna be conscious.”

Katy comes over to me and rests her head on my shoulder, “And you have to let us love each other.”

“Yeah. Sounds like a deal.”

Katy and Abby look at each other and smile. Then they kiss each other on the lips.

 

 

 

 

 

This is my second story so Please contact me with Comments or suggestions at Maddogg_2514@hotmail.com

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.

To be Continued...

As to my cock.  It gets erect when I'm aroused.  I masturbate with it, since there isn't a clit.  Nothing like precum or cum comes out of my cock.  On the other hand, when I'm really horny, my pussy gets wet.  When I climax, it is a vaginal climax, my pussy gets tight and starts to undulate or whatever you want to call it.  In case you are wondering, my urethra is in the cock, I can pee like a man.

 Because of my anatomy I have to be careful what I wear.  Nothing to tight in front, no bathing suits unless it has a skirt.  If I wear shorts or slacks, they are a bit baggy.  Thank goodness they now make ladies boxer briefs, at last comfortable underpants.  Because of the way I've had to dress, mostly skirts and dresses, my cock has been pretty easy to hide.  If I am going to wear something a little tight and smooth in the front of been able to hide my cock by pushing it down between the lips of my pussy and holding it in place with adhesive tape.  Not very comfortable, but it has let me wear a regular bathing suit, as long as I don't get wet and tight slacks.  I have to be especially mindful to not get sexually aroused, the hardon my make the tape come loose.

 More noticable is my mental state.  I do have a bit of a chemical imbalance and my meds are being adjusted a couple of times a year.   The one thing I can't get over is I don't have a large attraction to either sex.  What happens, I find people of both sexes that I'm attracted to.  It makes me wonder if some of the folks that say they are bi aren't actually transgender people that had gender reassignment surgery when they were babies.

 Mom and dad had to tell me about sex organs and the differences between men and women at an early age and to let me know that I am different.   I can choose at 18 but until then, I need to be careful.  This made dating tough.  I'd start making out and hands would start roaming and if they got below my waist I'd have to put a stop to it.  I bacame known as a prude and stuck up.  Needless to say, I wasn't asked out much, especially in high school.  Although I was invited to a lot of group functions like bowling, biking, etc.  When I started college I attended a local community college so I could live at home and concentrate on studies, not dating.  I also had a full time job, cook at a pizza place.

When it came time to head out to finish college, I had to move out.  I answered a lot of ads for roommates and found that I wasn't what they were looking for.  Some were men, no way.  Some were women that wanted to party all of the time.  I'd given up on that idea.  I was going to graduate from college, get a decent job and have surgery to become permanently a woman.  That was my goal, it was a plan I made in my junior year of high school.

I had stopped at a little grocery store to get something to drink and some fruit after turning down another roommate offer and saw a little hand written sign for a roommate.  To share a small two bedroom apartment upstairs of an elderly couple.  No smoking, no pets, no loud music.  I called the number and the girl that answered asked a few questions and invited me to see the apartment.  She sounded nice and I liked her name, Heather.

Heather answered the door.  She looked to be about 5' 8", maybe 150 pounds, about 36B breasts, curly red hair, lots of freckles and a large scar on her cheek and one on her forhead.  They weren't bad, just like a white line.  I guess I stared for a moment because she said they were from a car accident, I tried to make light of it and asked how she got green eyes from and accident.  She let loose a little and smiled and said she thought I was looking at the scars and I admitted I did notice the little white lines.

The apartment was small.  Two small bedrooms with a twin bed in each, a dresser and a desk.  The rest of the apartment was a large room that served as living room, kitchen, and dining room.  There was a couch, a rocker a couple of end tables a small dining table with two chairs.  The bathroom was so small it only had a shower, no tub.  The price was right and Heather liked the fact that I didn't care about TV, there wasn't one, that I had a job so she knew I'd pay the rent, she had one more rule, no walking around the apartment naked, no problem for me.  She just had to get me approved from the owners.  We went downstairs, they were nice, retired and wanted to make sure I understood no loud anything after 10PM and nothing before 8AM.  No boys allowed, no parties, parents are welcome.  I moved in the next weekend.  We talked on the phone a few times to iron out details about cleaning, bathroom time, etc.

I got a job right away at another pizza place but had to work late so I registered for classes and didn't have any early ones.  This worked out good, Heather started early and had the bathroom to herself, on the way out, she'd knock on my door to make sure I was awake.  We hardly saw each other throughout the week.  I'd get home after she was in bed.  I'd bring home a pizza every night, a benefit, this helped us on our groceries.

Everything had been going along fine for about two months.  We did stuff on the weekends together, walks, museum, biking, movies, etc.  We were actually becoming good friends.  One night she told me she was really tired of dressing at home the way she has been.  Sweats, long sleeved, long legs.  I never saw her arms or legs.  Now she was going to shock me, according to her, but she wanted to make sure I could handle it.  She'd like to wear shorts and T's or her pajamas and not be all covered up.  She stood up in front of me, after warning me that she had been in a bad car accident when she was only nine.  She pulled off her top and pulled down her pants.  There she was, in her panties and bra a really beautiful body, actually fantastic, world class breasts, and a lot of those white lines that were on her face.  They were on both legs, both arms a couple on her tummy and her back.  She had been thrown from the car and the scars were from cuts and surgeries.  I told her they weren't very noticable, just white lines.  She thought they were horrible and she was teased a lot growing up.

I don't know why I did, but I stood up and hugged her.  I told her I thought she was beautiful.  Then I pulled off my T shirt, I didn't have on a bra and told her to look at my tits, then look at hers, I'll trade any day.  That made her smile seeing me act a little crazy.  Then I put my shirt back on and told her I didn't want her to get too excited, then she laughed and asked, just to make sure, if I minded seeing her arms and legs.  From then on she dressed a lot more comfortably at home.

Then the horrible event that changed our lives happened.  One morning after knocking on my door to make sure I was awake, I waited and heard the front door close.  I got out of bed, took off my pajamas and headed for the bathroom, carrying my robe with you guessed it, every man's morning problem, a hard cock and have to pee.  I didn't close the bathroom door, I never did when I was alone, it got to stuffy in there.  I'm standing in front of the toilet peeing when I heard a scream, standing at the door was Heather.  She was mad, she was telling me I had to get out, no men aloud, I lied to her, on and on and on.  When I got done peeing I put my robe on and went to her door, she was lying on the bed crying.  I told her it wasn't what she thought.  I tried to tell her about me, I don't know if she heard me or not, she wouldn't look up.  I told her to think it over, I was a woman, I just have a gender problem from birth.  Please don't kick me out until we talk about this when she's not upset.

I went to school and did miserably.  I was upset, I made my only friend mad.  I had a terrible time at work.  I just couldn't concentrate.  I tried calling heather and she'd hang up.  Then she quit answering.  I knew I had really blown it.  It was my fault, I knew better.  Mom and dad always told me to keep it a secret.  This wan't good.  I was mentally prepared to move out, I just didn't have anyplace to move to.

When I got home the apartment was dark.  Then I heard Heather tell me go take a shower and get the pizza smell off of me, we need to talk, she was in her room with the lights out.  I took my shower and came out of the bathroom wearing shorts and a tank top.  There was a warm glow from the table.  Heather had put a white table cloth on it, lit two white candles, had two glasses of wine poured.  She was sitting on one chair in a very pretty green and white floral print sundress that I had never seen.  In front of what I was assuming to be my chair was a single white rose.  I started to cry as I went to the table.  I guess she heard me sniffling and stood up to meet me by the table.  She gave me a nice hug, she smelled so good I started to get an erection and couldn't stop it.  When I tried to pull away a little so she wouldn't feel it against her, she pulled herself in closer.  She whispered in my  ear that she was sorry, she didn't mean to hurt me, if she would have known . . .  then she started to cry.  We were a mess, standing hugging and crying.

We sat down, she raised her glass and offered a toast to eternal friendship, I blubbered something, I was really crying pretty hard.  I went to smell the rose and it was heavy, Heather started laughing and said it was made of white chocolate.  I suggested we share.  I think we were up all night talking.  We moved to the living room but I told her my whole story.  She only said that I should have confided in her after she showed me her scars, but she understood, especially after how she reacted afterwards.  Every once in a while we would hug and then we would kiss, I liked the kissing part, she kisses really nice.

I don't know, somewhere around the second or third glass of wine I asked if she wanted to see how I was put together, sort of to prove that I had a pussy, not just a cock.  I was a little bit turned on as I took off my clothes and Heather kneeled between my legs to look.  She was amazed, she even said it looked like I grew a cock instead of a clit, I told her I think I grew a pussy instead of scrotum and balls and I was getting hard.  She was really fascinated by that.  She sat down beside me again and we started to kiss again.  This time it was more like making out. 

Heather was kissing me and rubbing my breasts through my top so I took it off, now I was totally naked and started to say something about the no naked rule and she started to kiss me some more.  Her lips parted and I could feel her tongue playing on my lips.  I had to part my lips and move my tongue closer to hers.  She tasted so good and smelled so wonderful I just couldn't believe that I was making out with such a hot woman and I was naked and she wasn't afraid, it was just unbelievable.  Then I had to, I reached for one of her breasts, good god they were beautiful, so firm and her nipples were hard.  I couldn't believe it, she didn't have on a bra and just like she could read my mind she stood up and slipped out of the sundress, she smiled and said she bought it for me.  She was naked and magnificent, I couldn't believe it.  She liked me.

We went back to kissing.  We took turns going down on each others breasts, first to kiss, then to suck on a nipple.  To use our fingers on the other breast and nipple.  This went on for a long time, my cock was harder than I remembered it ever getting and I could feel my pussy was wet too, I was a real mess.  Heather stood and said she was going to get us another glass of wine.  As she walked away I was marveling at what a terrific ass she had and it just came out of my mouth, then I thought I blew it, she turned and looked at me, then she smiled and said she was glad I liked it.  When she came back into the living room I saw that she had her pubic hair trimmed very short and shaved on the sides.  Well, my whole pussy was shaved, I kept it that way so the adhesive tape wouldn't pull on the hairs, I didn't realize how sexy that looked until I saw hers.

Heather sat back down and we drank a little and talked some more.  She said she wasn't sure, but she thinks she's a lesbian, that's why she had the no naked rule.  Now she grinned, I'm not so sure, she said, I've never been with a chick with a dick.  We both laughed and I told her about me going both ways, my brain was screwed up though from chemical imbalance.  Then, without warning, she went down on my cock.  No handjob first, no touching, just right on it with her mouth.  After a little bit she did ask, are you sure nothing comes out?  I reassured it didn't but if she kept it up I was going to climax.  She smiled and said that's the point.  When she went back down on my cock I felt her move a couple of fingers into my pussy.  While she was sucking and licking on my cock the fingers were moving in and out and I couldn't stop.  My pussy clamped down on her fingers and I started to climax, my whole body shook, she kept going until I had to pull her head off of my cock.   She licked her fingers, put them in my pussy again, and licked them again.  Then she smiled and said she liked pussy better than cum and we both laughed.  I told her I hadn't ever tasted cum and she told me I don't want to.  She had twice, she doesn't like it.

Now it was my turn.  I started to kiss her on the mouth, then I worked my way to her neck, down to her breasts and started on her stomach.  I got on the floor between her legs, she had already spread them open and was actually holder her pussy open so I could get right to her clit.  Her pussy sure looked good with a clit instead of a cock.  I told her I hadn't done this before and she coached me along when I didn't do what felt good.  It wasn't long before I was sucking on her clit while licking it as it went in and out of my mouth.  Every once in a while I would stop and lick her pussy out to get her juices, she tasted better than me, I thought, I had tasted myself on more than one occasion.  I started to move a finger into her and she told me to use three, but not all at once, first one, then after a bit two and then three when she was close.  I asked how I'd know and she said just think of my pussy, I'll know.  Whe was right, I fealt it start to quiver a little, then tighten a little, I put in the third finger and it was like all hell broke loose.  It was amazing bringing her to orgasm.  I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to do that and I too kept going until she made me stop.

We went back to talking and drinking a little.  We did stop to get a little bit to eat, some cheese and sliced apples.  Heather asked if I thought I could fall in love with a woman.  I told her I could and I could have the surgery and become a man for her, it would take time . . . she stopped me.  She said she thinks she's in love with me because of the way I am.  I really started crying, she actually accepted me the way I am and I couldn't believe it, she said she was in love with me.  We talked about that, she said she was getting those feelings a month ago but wasn't acting on, the time wasn't right, she didn't know why.   Then she got a big smile and said she had a big surprise, what could be bigger than this, I had no clue. 

Heather stood and took me by the hand a pulled me towards her bedroom door, it was closed.  She opened it, there were candles burning on the dresser and desk.  She had replaced her sheets with what looked like a satin sheet and there were white rose petals on the sheets.  I asked if they were chocolate and she just giggled and pulled me towards the bed.  We layed on the satin sheets and started kissing again.  My cock got hard again, it's not like men, I can get horny all over again pretty quickly.  While we were kissing she started to pull me or direct me, whatever you want to call it, to get on top of her.  Finally, she said, if you can't take a hint, I want you to make love to me.

That did it.  I melted, I was so happy, so horny, so excited.  As I moved on top of her she took my cock in her and and directed it to her pussy.   As it entered her pussy she moved her hips up to meet it.  Then I started to go up and down, in and out, her hips were coming up to meet mine.  We were looking at each other smiling and she asked if it was good.  I told her she was the best, then she frowned a little and asked how many other women.  I thought a bit then said, counting you, just one and I don't want anyone else.  Then it happened, she started to climax again and the feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock as it went in and out just sent me over the edge again.  This time when we were done, we just laid together for a while and fell asleep.

In the morning we talked about our parents and what to tell them.  Heather said her parents pretty much knew she was a lesbian even though she never told them.  Anyway, long story short, we told our parents that we were dating.  Heather's mother was a little upset that she was living with her girlfriend, then said, at least you can't get pregnant.  We all laughed and my parents, they were just happy that I found someone that didn't want me to change.  Fast forward to after college.  Yes we did graduate from college, yes we are still together after ten years and yes our sex life is still fantastic, not as often, but just as good.

We had problems relating to most people and had trouble getting jobs so we joined a bit of a subculture.  A group of people that are mostly ignored, but they are there and important.  We became truck drivers.  First we worked for a trucking company that tought us to drive and get our CDLs, we ran team for them, then we bought a used truck and leased on to that company and kept running team.  Two years ago we got our own operating authority and bought a new truck and trailer and are on our own now. 

We drive hard for two or three weeks and go home for a week off.  Where is home, we have a park model RV in a campgounds.  People camping pretty much leave each other alone.  We found a good way for us to live and be together and not be bothered by others.  This has really worked out well for us.  If you should happen to see a yellow Freightliner Coronado with purple front fenders, check to see if it's a red head or brunette driving, if it is, wave, we'll honk back.

A lot of afternoons I spent at my uncle and aunt's house. They lived near my school and I often had to wait until after dark before one of my parents could take me home. Uncle Robert was an engineer - a intelligent man who, in retrospect, was married to his job. Aunty June was a photographer, and it was her that took care of me in the afternoons. I had always admired her. My father was a working-class man, and my mother was a meek woman who supplemented my father's income by working as a sales-assistant at a supermarket. So, my aunt was a strong role model for me. I admired her creativity and the relative success she had had in her career. This is the first chapter in the story of how, over a period of weeks, I became my aunty's sexual plaything.

In early Autumn I began training for the school's cross-country running team. I enjoyed exercise, and liked to keep fit. Training for the cross-country, however, really wore me out.

I arrived exhausted to my Aunt's house one afternoon and, after a quick hello, went straight into the shower. When I was drying myself she knocked on the door and offered to give me a massage. She suggested that I come out while my muscles were still warm from the shower, and that I should just wrap a towel around myself.  She had always been kind and warm towards me, but I still had a sort of formal, respectful relationship with her, common to most girls and their Aunts, and she had never gone out of her way like this for me before. Even so, I though it sounded like a good idea. I did exactly what she said but, out of modesty, couldn't help but slip on a pair of clean undies under the towel.

 "Lay down on the bed here. Put your hands by your side, and part you legs a little so I can get stuck into both of them. Just try to relax," she told me. She had a bottle of moisturizer and began to squeeze some into her palm. I was perfectly relaxed as she began to kneed the sole of my left foot.

"Do you like this, Emily?"

"Yes, that foot was really sore today."

"Good. Tell me if I am going to hard, or if it starts to hurt, okay?"

She worked her way up to my calves, using her thumbs to separate the muscles. Occasionally I groaned when she hit a bit of muscle that seemed to have grown into a tight, painful ball. She began kneeding the back of my left knee, stopping for a moment to replenish her moisturiser. Next, she switched to my right foot and worked her way up to my right knee.

"Still nice? Let me know if you want anything done differently."

"No Aunty June, its nice. Thank-you."

She inched the towel up around my bottom and began sliding her thumbs and palms firmly up the centre of the back of my right thigh. I actually felt a little bit embarrassed that I had put on my underpants, against her instructions, feeling foolish for being so modest. But her massage felt wonderful, as though she was halving the tension like the red sea. She used long sweeping strokes that only stopped when the tips of the finger of her left hand grazed against my bottom. After a few firm strokes she changed to the left side and did the same thing.

"Is that feeling better, Emily?" she enquired.

"That feels great. Thank-you so much."

"I'll just finish off with a bit more of a nice relaxing massage. Would you like that?"

She began back at my ankles, and with light touches of her finger tips traced her way up to my thighs and back again with long sweeping strokes.

"Do you prefer that, or this?" she asked, and turned her hands around as they passed my knees to lightly draw her fingernails across my skin. A shudder ran up from my thigh, through my spine, to the back of my neck, raising goosebumps on my arms. In a way it tickled, but felt incredible. "I think you like that one", she said smilingly.

"Mmmm, thats nice," I hesitated, wanting to sound as though I was really giving it proper consideration. "I like them both!"

She switched back to her finger tips and traced small circles up my left thigh. It still tickled, and my skin began to crackle with electric sensations at each point where her light touch made contact. My attention was intensely focused on her fingers as they moved up either side of my thigh until her thumbs rested lightly on the cotton of my panties. Her hands pivoted off her thumbs, allowing her fingers to trace delicate circles on the sides of my upper thigh.

"Feeling relaxed?" she asked in a dreamy voice. I just let out a long sigh.

My entire consciousness was focussed on the skin of my upper thigh, so I instantly noticed when the upmost finger angled upwards no more than a few millimeters and grazed the cotton on the crotch of my panties. Then the finger itself moved, and I jumped slightly as it landed on the edge of my panties, on the soft skin at top of my thighs. It remained there, slowly tracing light circles up and down against the elastic, against that sensitive skin so close to my vagina. The most incredible feeling swept through me: a jot of electricity followed by a strong, flowing warmth. But at the same time my mind snapped to attention and all the muscles of my body tensed up. My breathing began to come and go in short gasps.

"Just relax, darling", said Aunty June, "enjoy the massage."

My mind was suddenly racing. "What's happening? Is she supposed to do that?"

A corner of my mind told me that something was wrong, but I quickly told myself not to be foolish. "This is Aunty June. She wouldn't do anything wrong to me. You are over-reacting to a perfectly innocent situation." Slowly my body relaxed again, and I decided to allow myself to continue enjoying the massage. And enjoy it I did. The slight pressure of her one fingertip, stroking the soft flesh against my panties, became the sole focus of my attention. 

"Do you like that, Emily?"

"Mmmm," was all I managed. Communicating with her verbally made me feel a little uncomfortable again.

Her hands switched around, so the fingertips of her left hand rested on the left cheek of my bottom and the fingertips of her right hand on my right cheek. Her thumbs came down to the inside up my upper thigh, resting lightly against the edge of my panties. Again I shuddered with a warm bolt of pleasure. She began to draw them up and down in synchrony, brushing them against my thighs and outer crotch. This time I let an involuntary "ugh" escape from my slightly parted lips, and began to squirm my hips a little. The feeling was amazing - unlike anything I had ever imagined. Her fingertips, too, began to fan out across the pink cotton covering each cheek of my bottom, sending with them little jolts of electric pleasure.

"You have a lovely bottom, Emily. You're lucky. We have good bottoms in our family," Aunty June stated, casually.

"Thank..." I began, but my voice failed me. "Thank-you", I said again.

"Which do you like most? What my fingers are doing, or my thumbs?" she enquired with the same casual tone.

"Um... probably... the fingers." It wasn't true, but for some reason I didn't want to give away just how amazing her thumbs felt as they brushed my delicate skin. 

"Part your legs a little more."

Parting my legs seemed to widen the angle where my thighs met my crotch, and her thumbs worked in even more snugly. 

"Thats better, isn't it? I always enjoy a good massage after I've exercised. Are you enjoying this one?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you."

"What part do you like most, Emily?"

"Um..." I hesitated for a few seconds, "probably when you used your finger nails".

She removed her thumbs from my crotch and, lowering one hand to the back of each knee, stroked her fingernails slowly and lightly up to the creases of my bottom. Again I moaned, "Ugh", and almost arched my back with the sudden jolt of pleasure her fingernails sent up my spine. A warm glow spread up my back again, restoring goosebumps to my arms. Her fingernails continued, up onto the cotton of my pink panties, and traced broad circles on my sensitive bottom. They turned and traced back down my bottom, with the small fingers on either side of my bottom drawing down the valley between my cheeks. Next, her right hand left my bottom and I felt it land softly on my upper right thigh. Her left hand also left my bottom, and for a moment it seemed to have disappeared. The next thing I knew I was being lightly touched by two fingers right in the centre of my crotch, where my thin pink panties covered the mouth of my vagina.

"Augh!" I moaned, and my hips jumped of the mattress. An even more incredible sense of pleasure coursed through me, made more intense by the shock I felt at being touched in such a private place. I had never been touched there before.

Now the fingers began to rub very gently, and every cell of skin on the lips of my vagina seemed to feel them individually. I felt incredible.

Suddenly I was struck by a horrifying thought. I remembered that when I played with my vagina, such pleasant feelings were always accompanied by my vagina becoming very moist. Sometimes the moisture even dripped out of me in globs of slimy fluid. I became terrified that that might be happening to me now! What would my Aunty think of me if she saw me reacting that way to her massage?

"I think you must be enjoying this a lot, Emily. Are you?" my Aunt enquired, just as these guilty thoughts passed through my mind.

"Yes Aunty June."

"How much?"

"Um... a lot?" I answered tentatively, not knowing what kind of response she was looking for.

"Well, I think we'd better finish up there. Would you like it if we had another massage after your next training session?"

"Yes, please."

"Good girl."

In a final gesture, she stroked all the fingers of her left hand up from the bottom of my crotch, where it met the mattress, across my thinly-covered vagina, through the valley of my bottom, and across my left bottom cheek. I turned my head to see if she appeared to be finishing her massage just in time to see her lowering her hand from her face, as though she had been smelling it. She gave me a friendly smile.

"Why don't you go and pop your clothes back on before your mum gets here."

I pulled the towel back down to cover my bottom, and pushed myself off the mattress to get up. Aunty June had walked out of the room, and I went to where my clothes were piled in the bathroom. As soon as I had closed the door I let the towel drop, and hurriedly took off my panties. To my horror, the entire crotch was stained dark pink with moisture. The gooey liquid was so think that globs of it were sitting on the cotton. Placing two fingers in my vagina I felt that it was still very wet, and I pulled my fingers out coated with slimy moisture. How could I have become so aroused by a massage from my Aunty? I felt confused and ashamed, but I also still felt incredibly exhilarated. Even the touch of my own fingers sent shivers through my naked body.

CHAPTER TWO

For the next few days I continued to feel uncomfortable about that afternoon at Aunty June and Uncle Robert's house. My confusion over what happened and, more importantly, how I could have reacted so lewdly to my Aunty's good-intentions seemed to always be on my mind. When I had returned to the house the day afterwards, I felt a little awkward in front of my Aunty and I was probably less talkative that usual. Luckily my Uncle arrived home early for the remainder of the week, which eased the tension.

Early the next week my mother took a call from Aunty June, and told me that she had offered to give me some lessons in photography. I was excited by this, having secretly always wanted to try photography because of my adoration of Aunty June. They arranged for dad to pick me up late the next evening so that she could teach me some of the basics.

When I arrived that afternoon I was concerned to learn that Uncle Robert was not going to home until late that evening, but consoled myself by knowing that Aunty June and I would be out-and-about with our cameras. Still, I had to admit to myself that a part of me wanted to have another massage, and I even felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. I had been thinking about it a lot during the week, and not just in a guilty way.

"Well, Emily, I'm very pleased that you are interested in photography. I have some photos ready to be developed today, so I thought we'd start from the end and work backwards. Have you ever been in a darkroom before?"

"No...". My heart leapt into my mouth. Would I have to be all alone with her in a darkroom until late that night? The thought of it made all my discomfort reappear.

She took me to the back of the house, to a small door next to the former bedroom of their youngest child, who had recently moved out of home to start university. She opened the door to reveal a small room with a number of sinks, a clothes-line running overhead, and a bunch of boxes and bottles stacked neatly against one wall.

"Here it is... this is where all the action takes place," said Aunty June, smiling warmly, "Come in."

After I had entered she switched on a red light and closed the door.

"Its important that nobody disturbs us when the prints are developing, so we'll make sure this door is locked", and with that Aunty June turned a key in the door and placed it in the pocket of her blouse.

Aunty June walked to a bench, where she took some paper out of a black bag and placed it under a machine that looked like a microscope. 

"First we're going to expose the paper to light, but the light is being shone through a negative so that the paper will absorb the image of the photo. The process of developing the print, which we'll do next, is all about using chemicals to bring the image out of the paper", she explained as she worked.

She shone a light through the machine for a few seconds, and then placed the paper in a bowl of liquid.

"Come and have a look Emily".

I walked over to her, and saw that the black and white image of a tree in a park was beginning to appear on the paper. She placed the paper in some more liquid and explained that after developing the image it was important to stop the imaging from developing too much.

"Do you want to try one?" she asked. 

"Sure. It doesn't look too difficult," I smiled.

Going to the machine, she moved the negatives to select a new photo, and then showed me where to switch on the light to expose the paper.

"Now, take the paper to the developing fluid and make sure it is fully and evenly immersed".

I placed the paper in the liquid and held it down with some tongs. Before my eyes an imaged began to appear - a young woman laying back on a couch, staring intently at the camera, wearing nothing but a pair of track-suit pants.

"Oh, thats a great photo," said my Aunty, "What you are developing there is a shot of one of the models I work with."

I felt embarrassed looking at a naked woman with my Aunty, but assured myself that this was the kind of thing a photographer would do on a daily basis.

Aunty June came up behind me, leaning over me so that our shoulders were touching.

"She is a very beautiful woman, don't you think."

"Yes," was all I said, merely for the sake of replying.

"Put it in the next solution now so that we don't ruin such a nice shot," she instructed. "This woman has such beautiful breasts. They are very full, and shapely."

I didn't know what to say.

"What do you call breasts, Emily?"

I hesitated, again unsure what to say. "Um... I just call them breasts, I guess".

"Yes, but there are a lot of names for them," said Aunty June, as though she were giving me a lesson. "I usually call them tits. Have you heard them called that?"

I had. "No, not really".

"Trying saying it... say 'I think she has nice tits', just to see how it sounds".

"I think she has nice tits," I repeated.

"What do you like about them?"

"Um.... they're nice and round... They look nice."

"Yes, they are very beautiful. And her nipples are very shapely. I remember they were dark brown, and you can see that they rise up to a nice pointy tip just at the base of her tits."

I looked at her nipples and noticed hat Aunty June was correct - they did have a nice shape.

"I always wished I had nicer tits, but now that I'm a bit older I think they are just fine. Your mother and I have very similar tits. Here.. have a look".

Aunty June stepped back from me, pulled her blouse out of her knee-length skirt, and began to undo the buttons. I felt uncomfortable, but continued to watch her out of politeness. Underneath her blouse she had no bra, and her breasts appeared as she shrugged off each shoulder of her blouse. They were not large, but they had weight to them, and retained a circular shape about the size of a mango. Her nipples puffed up from the rest of her breasts, like mine appeared to be doing, and the tip of the nipple sat somewhat flatly, like a button, at the centre of that puffy pink area.

"Lets compare yours to mine," said Aunty June.

"But I don't want to get cold," I protested feebly.

"Don't worry about that... it gets quite warm in here with the door closed".

Aunty June reached forward, took the hem of my school sport t-shirt in both hands, and raised it over me head. I had a sports bra on, though I really didn't need a bra yet. Aunty June also pulled that over my head. I warm surge or embarrassment swept over my chest and face. Aunty June was smiling warmly, staring at my young breasts. The still cool air hit my nipples and I felt them tighten. Small goose-bumps appeared on the raised pink nipples. I noticed that the cool air must have effected Aunty June as well - her previously flat nipples now stood about 5 millimeters out from the surrounding pink area.

"Oh... those are some lovely young tits you have there, Emily."

"Thankyou," I replied politely.

Aunty June reached out and touched the base of my left breast, just where it had begin to protrude in a curve of flesh from my chest.

"Mmmmm, very firm," she said. Gently stroking the bottom of my breast, she moved her hand to the side of my chest and pulled to turn me around. As I turned she came up behind me and pulled me against her. My head rested between her breasts, and I felt them nuzzling my ears on either side of my head. She reached both arms around me and hugged me to her.

"You are a very precious girl Emily, and I've always thought you were wonderful," said Aunty June.

"Thank-you Aunty June".

"Sometimes things can get difficult in life and it always helps to have someone who cares about you. I hope you'll always see me as a person like that", she paused, "and it is always comforting to have someone special who can comfort you and make you feel nice."

"Thankyou," I repeated.

Her arms unlocked from around me and both hands came up my pelvis. Rather than coming to land, they hovered over my breasts so that both of her palms gently grazed over the tips of my nipples.

"Augh!" I gasped. The familiar electric sensation seized me, shooting out of my nipples and down my pelvis to my crotch.

"Do you like me touching your tits, Emily?"

"Yes."

"Tell me then..."

I paused, but realised there was nothing to do but go along with her. 

"I like you touching my tits..."

"Tell me 'I want you to keep touching my tits Aunty June'", she said calmly.

"I want you to keep touching my tits Aunty June"

"Okay then Emily. I can tell you are enjoying it. Its very pleasant, isn't it?"

I felt terribly embarrassed, but I was also in a blissful state. Each small circle of her palms pulled my nipples in little circles and sent a warm glow through my body. 

"Yes.. it is so nice to be able to comfort each other, and make one-another feel nice", she stated. "Do you know what it means when people talk about having a 'wet pussy', Emily?"

I was pretty sure I knew what she meant, but shook my head.

"When a woman feels nice her vagina becomes nice and wet. It means that she is feeling very pleasant. Another name for a woman's vagina is 'pussy'. People might tell you that only a man can make a woman's pussy wet, but that isn't true. A woman can make her own pussy wet, or another woman can make her pussy wet. Does that make sense?"

"Yes..."

"Is your pussy wet now, Emily? I just want to know if I'm helping you to feel nice."

"Um.. I don't know..." I was horrified to think that it probably was.

"You had a wet pussy last week when I gave you a massage..." said said, and paused to let her words sink in. "It was very wet, in fact. I liked that because it meant you were enjoying the massage. Do you remember that you pussy was wet?"

"Yes"

"Good. Its nice to know that you are helping someone to feel good. Tell me that I made your pussy wet last week, Emily. Say 'Aunty June...'"

"Aunty June, last week you made my pussy wet."

"Thats good, Emily. Were you gratetful for what I did?"

"Yes..."

"Well, let me know so that I know to do it for you again. Say 'Aunty June....'"

"Aunty June, thank-you for making my pussy wet during your massage last week."

"You're welcome Emily. Any time. Any time you want me to do that for you, just ask me. Any time you need some comforting just say,'Aunty June, can you please make my pussy wet?', okay?"

"Okay," I replied.

"Lets just see if you are feeling relaxed right now..."

My Aunty's hands left my nipples and her fingertips trailed down my flat abdomen to my skirt. She reached down to my thighs and raised her hands up under my skirt to my hips. All my muscles were tense with nervousness and excitement. She hooked her thumbs under each side of my panties and lowered them over my hips to my thighs. Then one of her hands pushed them lower until they fell to my ankles, catching momentarily at my knees. I glanced down to see a dark stain and visible moisture covering the crotch of my light blue panties. 

"Spread your legs a little, Emily."

I did as I was told.

"Now lean forward for me and lean against the bench."

I also did that. Aunty June reached behind me and raised my skirt over my bottom so it sat bunched on my lower back. I felt a flush rush over me at the embarrassment of having my bare bottom and vagina exposed like that, in clear view for my Aunty. At this angle even the cheeks of my bottom would be parted and she would even be able to see my anus quite clearly. Standing that way made me feel as though I was offering it all to her, allowing her to touch it or look at it as she pleased.

"What a lovely smooth bottom, Emily. And I can see that your pussy is nice and moist."

She placed a hand on the lower curve of each of my bottom cheeks and slowly, tantalizingly, slid them forward around the top of my thigh along both sides of my vagina.

"Why do you think they call it a pussy, Emily?"

"I don't know..."

"Well, firstly, when a woman gets a little older than you it becomes nice and furry, just like a cat. So it is nice to pat and stroke. And also, like a cat, it really likes to be patted and stroked. Usually having it patted and stroked even makes a woman purr like a pussy-cat."

She removed one hand and placed it on my hip. The other hand cupped my entire vulva and began gently rubbing back and forth. I arched my back with the sheer pleasure of the sensation Aunty June was creating, and parted my lips as I looked to the ceiling.

"Mmmm... your pussy is very excited, Emily. If you feel like you need to purr or make other noises, feel free to. I'd like to know I was doing something nice for you."

"Okay..." I managed to breathe in a whisper, "Augh....".

 

"With the tops of my fingers I'm touching your clitoris," she began a slow circling action with the tips of her fingers at the top end of my vulva. "Your clit is an especially sensitive part of your pussy. It is very pleasant to have someone touch your clit if they do it in the right way. It is also very pleasant to have someone kiss it. Maybe sometime if you ask me I will kiss your clit for you, Emily."

I looked down, between my legs, and saw her fingertips cupping my crotch, applying pressure in a circular motion. My skin had turned bright red from my belly right up to my breasts. I noticed that I had also begun to rock my hips back and forward, grinding my vagina into Aunty June's hand. I was feeling incredibly good - my mind had drifted into a dream world. Aunty June released the pressure on my clitoris and lowered her hand. I looked back between my legs and felt embarrassed to see her cupping her hand about 10cm below my vagina. A long stream of liquid was seeping out of my vagina, and Aunty June was catching the drip in her hand. When it finally dropped into a small pool in her palm she withdrew her hand to reach up under her own skirt, though I couldn't see exactly what she was doing.

"Can you see the picture in the water in front of you, Emily?"

"Yes," I looked back to the table.

"When I touch you from now on I want you to keep your eyes on the woman in that picture. Okay?"

I didn't know why she wanted me to do that, but I nodded my head. I felt her reconnect with my clit, using the opposite hand. It still felt incredible.

"What are you looking at on the picture, Emily?" she asked, recommencing a gently rubbling motion.

"Ah.... her eyes."

"What else can you see?"

"Her hair..."

"Yes, and lower down?"

"Her tits..."

"What are you looking at on her tits?"

"Her nipples....Auugh...."

"Do you feel nice while you look at her tits and nipples, Emily?"

"Ye... yes..."

I noticed myself rotating my hips, forcing my clit against Aunty June's fingertips. My mouth was hanging open, and I was beginning to breath very heavily.

"Tell me what words you have learnt from me today."

"Tits... pussy.... and... ugh... clit..."

"Another good word for a pussy is 'cunt'. For example, 'I enjoy touching your lovely cunt, Emily'. Also, you might like to use the word 'fuck'. Thats what it is called when you put something in your cunt to make you feel good, like a finger or something else. So you might say, 'Please fuck my pussy with your fingers', for example."

"Oh... augh..." I began to feel that I was loosing control - that the pleasant feelings were overtaking my mind. I stared at the tits in the photograph to try to remain focussed.

"Finally, you might like to know the word 'cum'. Thats when you feel so nice that all the excitement comes in one explosive feeling. You might say ' Aunty June fucked my cunt until I came', or 'Please Aunty June, can I make you cum'. I think you might be going to cum any second now, Emily, and then you will know what I mean."

I was barely listening to Aunty June. Her words were washing over me like background noise. I felt my body rushing towards a feeling of overwhelming pleasure that scared and excited me. I could feel it coming and could do nothing to stop it.

"Emily, make up some sentences to show me that you have understood all the words I have taught you today," Aunty June demanded.

"Augh.. um... my cunt is wet..." I moaned.

"Yes, go on."

"Fuck me till I cum..."

"Good...."

"Augh... touch my tits and kiss my clit... fuck my pussy... AUGH...Aunty June! AUGH..."

I was lost in an overwhelming sensation. I wasn't even able to talk. My legs began to shake and buckle underneath me. Warm waves rushed over my body and jolts of electricity coursed from my pussy to my tits and back again.

Suddenly it was over, and I collapsed into my arms on the bench top. Now I knew what it was like to cum. My body was warm all over, and a gently glow of pleasure still radiated from my clit, where Aunty June's fingers were resting gently. All I was aware of was my breathing, and Aunty June's rapid breaths.

"Augh..." I heard her gasp behind me. Looking around I saw her staring at my pussy, with her left hand under her skirt and her mouth hanging wide open. I guessed that she was also rubbing her own clit. Her tits bounced up and down, throwing her nipples into a rotating motion.

"Oh Emily... Oh... your little pussy is so sweet... I love you so much..." she suddenly blurted, "Augh... fuck.... you cunt... you beautiful little cunt... I need your fresh young cunt.... AUGH!"

Aunty June suddenly stopped, released her hand, and grabbed hold of both of my hips as though she was holding on for her life. She pressed against me, raising her skirt over my still upraised bottom. Leaning over my back, she kissed me between the shoulder blades, breathing heavily all the time. Her tits were wet with sweat against my back, and her warm legs nuzzled up against my own bare legs.

"Wasn't that nice Emily..."

"Yes. Thank-you Aunty June."

She sighed, "You are very very welcome, Emily. We can do that any time you like. Would you like that?"

"Yes..." and I was completely genuine. It had felt amazing and I wanted to feel that way again, despite the rising feelings of guilt I still experienced.

"Good. I really do love you, do you know that?"

"Yes."

"Well..." she said, standing up and straightening her skirt, "We should make the best of our time and process some more of these photos. What do you say?"

END OF PART 1

“Deal.  Give me a minute.”  I had been making the most of the morning sun and was catching some rays on the patio.  I don’t like tan lines on my breasts, so I was lying with just my favorite black bikini bottom on, having left the halter top up in my bedroom.  I love this bikini with its two tie fasterners at the hip.

Before I had chance to make it off the sun bed, Paul and Sara came over.

“Hi Bev, meet Sara, Sara meet Bev” said Paul, apparently un-phased by my partial nudity.  I started to figure that he may have seen me earlier and planned this scenario, so I decided to play along.

“Pleasure” I said, shaking Sara’s hand.  I noticed her gaze drop from my eyes down to my breasts. 

A bit about myself, I am 38 years old, 5’ 8”, slim and have a nice pair of firm 36Cs.  I have just started to explore my sexuality having been married for 20 years, and this is my second story.

Sara was a fair skinned red head, looked about 22 years old and didn’t appear to have much in the way of a shapely figure; her bust may just have been a B cup.  She was wearing a thin cotton button blouse top and wrap around skirt.

I moved into the kitchen and swung open the refrigerator door, “help yourself, I’m having a bottle of water”.  The cold air blew over my chest and my nipples hardened into dark points.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sara was staring and that her nipples were making little tents on her shirt.  She was evidently not wearing a bra.

Sodas in hand Paul and Sara leaned against the countertop while I sat on one of our barstools.

We made small talk, before Sara mentioned my tan.  “I cannot really go out into the sun, I burn too easily” she said.  “I would love to be able to get that lovely shade of brown.”

She took this opportunity to give my figure a good look over and I could feel the sexual tension rising.  Paul was also getting aroused and I could see him hardening through his shorts.

“I wish I had more in the way of boobs, I was thinking about getting breast enhancements when I complete college.  There again I want a natural look like yours.”

“I have to admit” I said, “I do like my figure.”  I cupped my right breast and lifted it slightly.

“May I touch them?” Sara asked.

“Sure.”  Not needing any further encouragement, she reached over and put a hand on each one, slipping a thumb over my nipples, pinching them slightly.

“Oh they feel so warm and soft, I just have little bumps in comparison.”

As she stroked and gently squeezed I could feel tingles running down my chest and could feel my pussy getting wet.  I moved off the bar stool, closer to Sara and unbuttoned her shirt.  I put my hands either side of her neck and let them slide them down exposing her chest.

“Yours are nice though, they have a lovely perkiness to them.”

Sara leaned towards me and gently kissed my lips.  “Thank you, normally I am so shy about undressing in front of someone.”  With that she slid one leg between my thighs and kissed me deeper.

I had never had sex with a woman before and I was getting more turned on by the minute.  Sara’s thigh was now rubbing up and down against my pubic mons, her hands pressing harder on my tits.  I let out a little gasp and I could feel my legs tremble.

Paul came up behind Sara, slid off her shirt and unclipped her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor.  As Paul lifted her onto the countertop I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties and that indeed red was her natural hair color.  Her pussy hair was trimmed into a thin strip.

I couldn’t resist and moved between her opened thighs, kissing and licking from her knees upwards.  As she leaned backwards, she spread her legs as wide as she could and I could see the moisture already forming on her pussy lips.

Paul circled behind me and I felt him untie the bows either side of my bikini bottom and pull it off.  He had already removed his shorts and I could feel his hard cock slide back and forwards across the entrance to my vagina.  Oh it felt so good and my moisture coated his thick shaft.

I started to run my tongue up one side of Sara’s clit and down the other, occasionally gently sucking on her now erect clit.  She responded by pulling my head closer, grinding my mouth over the entrance to her pussy.

As Sara started to shout in her first climax, Paul wasted no time and started to penetrate me from behind, making short thrusts to fully wet his cock before going deeper.  I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them together and was rewarded by more heavy breathing.

Paul finally got his cock completely buried and lifted me off the ground.  Every thrust made me grind my face harder into Sara’s pussy.  I could feel Paul’s balls swinging against me which started my orgasm, a growing, strong, deep wave of pleasure.

I inserted my tongue deep into Sara’s pussy and pushed my bottom lip in as well allowing me to encompass her clit and the front of her pussy entrance at the same time.  I could feel her juices running down my chin.  As I sucked and swallowed she started a second orgasm, shouting out uncontrollably “Yes, harder, oh God, oh, oh, ahhhhhhh.”

My response was to climax, and I could feel the shuddering of my body and clenching of my vagina had put Paul over the edge.  I pulled away from Sara’s pussy and inserted two fingers in her soaking entrance making sure the palm of my hand slammed against her clit.  My mouth now free I started to scream as wave after wave of climax hit me.

Paul could stand it no longer and making short, hard thrusts he groaned deeply.  I could feel spurt after spurt of hot sperm shoot deep up towards my womb.

By now Paul’s legs were weakening and he eased out.  His cum started to trickle down my thigh and I scooped some up and let Sara lick it from my fingers.  She sat up, kissed me full on the mouth so I could taste the saltiness of Paul’s cum.

“That was incredible” I said breathlessly.

“I need Paul’s hard cock in me to finish me off,” said Sara.  “How about we grab a shower and go to the bedroom, I want to repay the favor and taste your pussy Bev.”

She slipped her hand in mine and I guided her towards the bedroom.  As we left the kitchen I noticed from the clock that my husband Peter would be home in around 15 minutes.

Aaron was pretty familiar with his two cousins; Carly, age 15, and Megan, who just turned 13.  Both were a bit on the late blooming side.  He spent  a lot of time with them  when he was younger but had only visited them two or three times in the past three or four years.  They lived across state and as he grew, new friends and interests arose consuming much of his free time.  Now he was to live with them.  Their father, a pilot, was gone more than he was home.  The vast majority of the time, it was just Ashley, the mother, Carly, and Megan.  The three would have seemed excited to have a male around the house more often but under the circumstances, none of them thought much of it. 

Just a week after school let out, Carly and Megan were home to help Aaron with his luggage as Ashley held against her will, stayed in at work.  As the lead lawyer in her team to a major investment company, Ashley didn’t have much say in requesting days off in short notice. 

As Aaron sat on his bed thinking, Carly and Megan sat downstairs in the silent living room not knowing what to say.  Carly figured that she should at least do something to try to cheer Aaron up.  She walked upstairs inside the miniature mansion that it was, down the hall, and into Aaron’s new bedroom.  Aaron looked up at her in her skin tight blue jeans and spaghetti strap tank top with two extra straps folded over her shoulders harnessing her bra.  Carly sat down on the bed by Aaron and asked him how he was feeling.  Aaron replied with a cold, “guess.”  Carly leaned forward resting her elbows on her knees and said that she would listen to anything.  Aaron just peered over catching a glimpse down Carly’s shirt and loose bra to see the bare flesh of her small breasts.  He continued staring down, leaning right a little to see if he could see far enough down to the nipples.  Carly looked over, seeing Aaron jerk his head back to look at the floor. 

Carly would have never thought it; first, that Aaron would even find her body that interesting, and second that he could be thinking of something like that at a time like that.  Carly had a childish crush on Aaron since they were little kids.  She loved his personality and always thought he was cute, both physically and emotionally.  But now, she would be living with him.  Looking at him while being so serious made him look so mature, and how he didn’t cry or show much emotion portrayed to her, great strength, yet left her with tremendous amounts of pity.  Carly straightened back up and put her hands to her sides, one of them on Aarons leg, leaving just about four inches from the tip of her fingers to his penis, and pushed herself up.  She left the room telling him that if he needed anything at all, to just ask her.

That night, while everybody was asleep, Carly snuck into Megan’s room where they played their weekly truth or dare game.  Carly couldn’t stop thinking about how Aaron looked at her in the bedroom; she didn’t think she was that good looking.  The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to fantasize about doing something about it.  Megan picked dare.  Carly always loved when Megan picked dare because she would do anything she told her to.  Carly wasn’t paying attention to the game though; she was busy fantasizing about the look on Aarons face if she could act on his curiosity.  Unknowingly and instinctively, after just being prompted to talk, she said allowed what she was thinking in midsentence, “Lie naked on Aaron’s body.”

Megan stared into Carly’s face in shock.  Never had she gone that far.   The farthest to date that Carly had taken it was the ‘pool time’ several months ago.  Carly and Megan snuck down to the kitchen and went out the back down into the large open dark backyard patio area, fenced in by an eight foot wooden fence.  Covering much of the dark surface area was the in-ground swimming pool which Megan had to perform the dare.  She proceeded around the pool to the far side.  She pulled her soft, light blue cotton night top off and dropped it to the concrete, revealing her slim and weak flat-chested body.  A lock of her long blonde hair fell onto her chest, as she dropped the shirt, where the ends of it laid, just teasing her nipple.  Then she put her thumbs to her waists and slipped them under her panties and matching cotton night pants.  Slowly, while looking around to check that the coast was clear, she pulled her panties and night pants down to her ankles.  Her slim flat chested body crouched down just behind her legs with her small butt sticking slightly out into the air.  Her small vagina, curving directly to her ass hole leaving no excess fat to dangle, sat tightly between her crouching legs and inches above the cement.  She stood back up and lifted each leg out of her pants looking at Carly walking to her from across the pool.  She picked up her underwear, waded it up in her small hands, and threw it as hard as she could to the center of the pool.  Her task now was to retrieve it, and go back to her room to get her clothes back from Carly.  Carly picked up Megan’s night shirt and pants and walked back into the kitchen to watch.  Megan got down to her hands and knees and backed into the pool slowly. 

Carly watched from the kitchen seeing only Megan’s small tight butt cheeks stretched out showing her ass hole as she tensely backed her feet into the cold water.  Megan put one entire leg in and gasped for breath as the other leg entered bringing the cold water to her small hairless vagina and butt.  She stopped, catching her breath, then proceeded, slowly lurking down into the cold water.  Cool, funny sensations ran throughout her body as the water slowly rose to and past her naked belly, and on top her nipples, all the way to her neck.  She turned around and slowly swam her way to her underwear.  She clenched them with her hand and slowly made her way to the other side of the pool where she grabbed the ladder.  Her body jittered as she stretched the muscles in her upper legs and butt climbing the ladder.  As she rose from the ladder, water rolled from her chest down her belly and between her legs into the crack of her vagina while water from her back rolled down into her butt crack, across her ass hole, where the two waters met and dripped from between the two holes.  She wiped her feet and the excess water from her body, with a towel outside, as Carly left upstairs to her room to wait.  She then proceeded through the house naked and wet with her underwear in her hand, upstairs and to her room.

Carly came back to focus after realizing what she just said.  “Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” she exclaimed. 

“But you said so,” Megan cried, “and besides, I kind of wanna do it.”

“You can’t though, he’s our cousin, tonight’s his first night here, and what if he wakes up,” Carly retaliated.

“First, I’m not doing anything to him, second, if he sleeps like he always has when he visits, he’s not going to wake up, and third, I want to do it,” Megan demanded.

Carly and Megan walked silently into Aaron’s room and closed the door behind them.  They knew that if they were caught, there would be no getting out of it so there would be no need to escape.  Carly walked away from Aaron giving Megan the go ahead.  Megan lifted her shirt off slowly without making a sound. Megan moved her thumbs just below her belly button and dipped them between her panties and night pants and slowly pulled them down, front first.  She moved her thumbs apart gradually as the tightening strap along the back of her night pants began pulling her underwear down.  She let the back of her underwear be pulled down by her pants as she slowly bent over to expose her butt to the air.  Her heart was pumping maniacally as the cool air touched her slightly sweaty butt as she thought about lying naked on top a guy.  She sat her naked butt checks onto the carpet and pulled the pants off her legs.  The carpet, extending up into her stretched open crack and on her butt hole felt amazing in the dark tense silence.  Megan wasn’t the only one who was being turned on by the situation; Carly, watching her younger sister undress to get on top of their hot cousin was filling her panties with juice.  Megan pulled her panties up to her knees while looking down to her small vagina glistening as the street light transcended through the window to reflect of her wet vagina.  She pulled her underwear down to her ankles, then pulled one leg out at time.  She stood up and stuck her small hand between her legs and rubbed the wetness around so it wouldn’t build up in one place and drip.

She walked over to the bed and looked at Aaron laying there.  Aaron laid sound asleep on his back in a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers with his sheet strewn over to the side of the bed against the wall.  Carly walked over silently to help Megan on the bed gently.  Carly took hold of Megan’s thin waist and helped prop her up onto the bed.  She then leaned over the bed and help pick up Megan’s right leg and maneuver it over Aaron’s body.  Once Megan’s small naked body hovered over Aaron’s body, Carly stuck her one hand under Megan’s chest, and the other between her legs, gripping her ever wettening vaginal lips.  Slowly, Carly helped lower Megan down to Aaron’s body where her head rested on his shoulder and her legs meeting just at his waist.  Carly carefully moved Megan’s hair out of Aaron’s face and asked her if she was alright.  Megan said that it was the most intense thing she had ever felt. 

Aaron, being aroused by a dream, acted with his dick growing erect.  With Megan having shifted his boxers, Aaron’s penis shifted outside the hole in his boxers, growing to its full length just below Megan’s vaginal opening.  Megan moved her arms up around Aaron stretching her naked body over Aaron to better position herself as Carly looked on with her hand down her night pants and panties rubbing herself.  Megan lifted her petite chest up and slid back unsuspectingly into Aaron’s cock.  She felt it as the head of his circumcised penis penetrated her soaking wet vagina.  She moaned loudly at the surprising sensation and lost grip and slipped, having her arms push her back farther.  Her virgin wet vagina stretched and expanded between her wide open legs as Aaron’s penis thrust through her body immediately.  Megan clamped her mouth shut with her teeth as sheering pain mixed with pleasure leaped through her naked body.  The flap of skin inside her virgin vagina ripped as the penis was jammed into the tiny vagina, leaving blood slowly seeping down it reaching its way to the outside.

Carly stopped instantly what she was doing and stared at Megan as she laid on top of Aaron breathing heavily through her nose. 

“It hurts,” Megan cried quietly.

“What happened?” whispered Carly.

“His penis went inside me,” she moaned.

Carly moved over behind Megan and leaned over to look very closely at Aaron’s penis lodged inside the tiny vagina of her sister.  Then she looked at Aaron’s face; still sound asleep, but looking as if he was having a wonderful dream.  Carly then saw drops of blood falling from the stretched lips of Megan’s vagina and rolling down Aaron’s penis.  Carly knew exactly what happened, though not from personal experience yet, through learning at school.  She told Megan that the worst was over and to now pull forward to get it out.  Megan pulled forward a little but stopped and cried that it hurt too much and to make the penis go small.  Carly deduced that as long as the penis was inside a vagina, it wouldn’t go small again so she told Megan that she would have to make him cum and it would go small.  She instructed Megan to try to move up and down just a little to massage the penis inside her.  Megan pushed her chest into the air with her hands by Aaron’s sides and lifted up her pelvis and dropped back down just a little, repeatedly.  Her vagina moved up and down stroking the entire length of the penis.  Megan looked down her chest past her hard nipples to where her legs met and watched her vagina move with her body as she could feel the massive object inside of her, now surprisingly beginning to give her pleasure. 

“Try rubbing yourself down there to give it extra wetness so it slides easier,” Carly told Megan.

Megan carefully lifted one hand up and moved it below her belly and began rubbing, spiking her pleasure as she could feel herself getting wetter and easier to move the dick inside her around.  She could feel that she would be able to remove it without all the pain but the pleasure she was getting was way too much to do something like that.  She put her hand back on the bed and began stroking the dick inside her even faster and longer with her tight vagina.  She kept her teeth on her bottom lip to keep from moaning as she watched the unbearable pleasure fill Aaron’s sleeping face.  Then she could feel herself about ready to have an orgasm.  As it drew nearer and nearer she pushed harder and harder on the dick and bit her lip increasingly harder.  Then her abdomen started convulsing and her vagina spiked in pleasure queuing the penis inside her to ejaculate its hot cum inside her tiny body, filling her insides.  The hot cum shooting up into her vagina pushed her into a second simultaneous orgasm adding to the intensity of the first one.  She barely had the muscles left in her arms to rest her naked body onto Aaron’s chest without waking him.

Carly watched almost jealously as her little sister laid naked on Aaron’s body gasping for air with cum and blood coming from her vagina.  Carly then prompted Megan to get up so they could leave.  Megan pulled herself forward, pulling the dick from within her body and sat up in the doggy position as Carly used Megan’s underwear to wipe the cum from her vagina as to keep as little as possible off of Aaron.  Carly helped Megan off the bed and told her to hold her panties between her legs to catch the cum that drained from her tiny overflowing vagina.  Carly then wiped all the blood she could and as much cum as she could from Aaron’s penis and boxers with her hands so Aaron would assume he had gotten carried away in a wet dream and leave it at that.  Megan opened the door with her free hand, picked up the rest of her clothes and quietly walked to the bathroom with Carly holding her cum filled panties against her pulsing vagina.

Feel free to tell me what you think.  It's my first time writing an erotic story and I just prefer the less violent and provocative words.  But your the critics, tell me any suggestions or ideas, though I am already pretty full of ideas.  Email me at hanes_el@yahoo.com

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"What other things, Daddy?" Now I knew I had her.  Her big brown eyes were so full of curiosity.

I replied with a question of my own. "Do you remember how you felt in the living room when you had your orgasm?  What I'll show you later will just make that even better."

"Oh, Daddy, I'm not sure it could be any better than before."

It turmed out that my wife was actually leaving this evening for two full days, so I began to plan the events of this weekend.  First thing I did was order Donna's favorite pizza.  This got her into a kind of festive mood, so that she would be more relaxed.  Then I told her to go get her bath, so that she was nice and clean.  Then I told her to come into my bedroom after her bath.

When Donna was finished her bath, she came to my bedroom wrapped in her favorite plush yellow towel.  I was still in all my clothing, lying on my bed.  "Come here, Punkin," I said, and she walked over to my bed.  "Let me see my pretty little lady."  She pretended to be shy, and only lowered her towel to the tops of her boobs,  "More," I said, and she exposed her boobs and belly, but stopped there.  "Come on, Donna, I want to see it all."  Finally, she dropped her towel, then did a slow spin.  Her 30-A boobs were just as beautiful as I had imagined, her pussy had just a little growth of pubic hair, and her butt was nice and round, just like her mother's.  "You are absolutely beautiful, Punkin," I gushed.  I hadn't seen her naked since she was 9-years-old, and the differences even at just 13 were amazing.

"How about you, Daddy?"

"What do you mean?  What about me?" I teased.

"If I have to be naked, so do you, it's only fair."  Then she gave me that pout that will knock any living male off his feet.

"OK, if I have to.  But you have to help."  So she came to me and unbuckled my pants, pulling them straight to the floor.  "Have you done this to another man?" I asked jokingly.

"Nope, only to you," she said as she jerked my underpants down, revealing my rock-hard erection.  "It's HUGE!" she gasped.

"No, only average," as I let her look at my 6 incher. "Do you want to feel it?"

She reached out her hand, and gently touched my dick, making it jerk in reaction.  "I didn't hurt it, did I?" she asked innocently.

"No, Punkin, that is just an involuntary reaction to being touched," I explained.  After she took my shirt off, she asked what we're going to do now.  "Now, we're going to have some fun.  Climb up on the bed."

When she was up on the bed, I told her to spread her legs.  "I'm going to kiss you all over, starting with your lips, and working my way down to your pussy."

"Oh, Daddy, that sounds like fun.  But are you really going to kiss my pussy?" she asked.

"Not only kiss it, but lick it, suck on it, and make you come over and over again."

But then her face clouded over a bit, and she asked, "But Daddy, how can I do the same thing for you?"  Such a sweet child, thinking of her Daddy.

"Don't you worry, I'll make sure that you make me feel good in due time."  This brightened her face again, and I knew it was time for the proceedings to begin.

"Now, Punkin, I want you to lie right in the middle of the bed," and I proceeded to kiss her, beginning with her supple lips, moving down to her boobs, kissing first one, then the other, then kissing the first one again while I played with the other with my hand.  Now, she began to moan again.  "Daddy, that feels so good.  Please don't stop."

"Don't you worry, Punkin.  Stopping is the last thing on my mind."  I then moved down to her tummy, kissing and licking all the way.  I stopped to lick a few times in her first baby fine pussy hair , then moved to the crown jewel.  "Now, Punkin, I want you to spread your beautiful legs far apart for me."  When she did, I could see that she was already getting wet in anticipation. 

I kissed her pussy, then licked up one side, then down the other.  I smelled her pussy, and was it a sweet smell, sort of like her mother's, but all her own, just the same.  Then, I went for it all, licking up and down her pussy, tasting her wonderful juices for the first time. 

"Oh, God, Daddy, please don't stop!  That feels sooo good!"  Then, I started concentrating a little higher, licking her sweet clit, back and forth, up and down.  "EEEEEEEE, I don't think I can stand it any more!!  God, this feels good!"  And then it happened.  Donna raised her ass off the bed, got stiff as a board, then screamed at the top of her lungs.  Then, she shot her juices all over my face.  I licked up as much as I could, but there was just so much, and it was so unexpected, that I couldn't get it all, even with my mouth attached to her pussy.

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that!  I'll clean it all up later, I promise," Donna said between gasps. I couldn't help but smile, then she said, "Well, what's so funny?  I really didn't mean to."

"Punkin, you didn't do anything wrong or dirty, and I'm not mad.  You just had a powerful orgasm, and your pussy juices just shot all over the place.  We'll clean up later."

"So that's not pee?" she asked as she calmed down.

"No, baby, it's just your pussy juice, and I thought it was real sexy."

She took a few more breaths, then said, "Thank you, Daddy.  I've never felt this good EVER!  If I knew that I could, then we'd have done this a long time ago.  But what about you?  It's not fair that I get all the fun."  There she goes again, thinking about her old man again.  What a sweet child.

"OK, I did promise you that I would show you how to make me feel good, too.  Here's your first lesson.  I want you to kiss just the very end of my cock."  She did just as I asked, but kissed it over and over again.  "Now, Punkin, I want you to lick the entire cock, all the way to the bottom, then all the way to the top.  Play with my balls with your hand at the same time."  All was well, until she squeezed my balls just a little too hard.  "Ouch!  You have to play with them gently, they're very tender."

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I'll be more careful," she promised.  Then she began licking the head of my cock again, with much enjoyment, both hers and mine.  "Daddy, what's that?"

"Oh, that's called pre-come.  It's OK to taste it.  It acts as a lubricant during sex."

"Doesn't taste bad," she said, then began licking again.

"Now, Punkin, I want you to take the head of my cock into your mouth, but just the head."  Obediently, she took the head in, continuing to lick and slurp the entire time.  "Start stroking the rest of it with your hands at the same time.  That will help me to come even quicker."

"What happens when you come, Daddy?" she asked innocently.

"You will see a kind of whiteish fluid shoot out of my cock.  You can swallow it if you want, or let it shoot on your body and mine, or a little of both things.  I'll let you know when it is about to happen."  Then she went back to sucking on the head, while stroking the shaft.  Pretty soon, I could feel my balls begin to contract.  "Punkin, I'm about to come."

But she kept on sucking, until finally I shot my load.  She took a few spurts into her mouth, then aimed the rest at her beautiful little body.  She didn't feel like swallowing yet, but let it dribble out of her mouth and down her chin, while her boobs and tummy got covered.

"Yaaay, I did it!" she exclaimed.  "I made you come, Daddy!  Did I do good?"

"Yes, Punkin," I managed to say between gasps, "you did good."

"Now I feel warm all over, Daddy. And my pussy is tingling, too.  Is that normal?"

"That just means that you're horny, and need to come again.  Let me show you how to do yourself, OK?"  I would love to have done it to her myself, but my tongue was too tired for now.

"OK, Daddy, but hurry, PLEASE!"  I told her to spread her legs again, and to put her finger inside her like I had done a while back.  Then I showed her where her pussy hole is, and where her clit is, then let her go to town.  She picked it up like a pro, and in just a few minutes was gushing again, though not with the same intensity as before.

"See, Punkin?  When you're all alone, you can still make yourself feel good without anyone's help.  But maybe you'd better have a towel nearby when you do."

She squeezed her naked body against mine and said "Thanks, Daddy, you're the best!"

"And remember, this is our little secret, right?"

"Our little secret, Daddy!"

And I was already planning our next "lesson..."