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Subject: {ASSM} Gotherige RP, 5 of 5, M/f, w/s, inc *
Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 22:10:09 -0500
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New-ish story, posted a month or two ago to alt.sex.stories.
1 of 5.
unfinished, and no doubt needs another proofing.
codes:
M/f, f/f, F/f, inc, w/s, M/F, M/M (but only a little bit), f/m,
M/f/m.
comments welcomed. will repost as requested.
noiselesshunger@bigfoot.com
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Alison did as Penny asked, and once more the little girl kissed her
mother's mouth, cheeks, eyes. Now it was her turn to trace her
tongue over Alison's teeth, to kiss her mother's lips, nose, ears.
Then Penny pressed kisses over Alison's shoulders and into the hollow
of her neck, slowly moving down her chest until she came to the older
woman's large, firm breasts. As her mother had done to her, so she
did to her mother, kissing her larger nipples through the dark fabric.
`Ahhhh, yes, that's good' sighed Alison, `that's so good.'
`Oh, I love you Mummy, you're so sexy, you turn me on just as much as
Daddy,' said the young girl.
`Next time we'll get Daddy to join in, would you like that?' gasped
Alison, as Penny bit and teased her nipples.
`That'd be great, Mummy,' said her sexy little child - `but now I just
want you.' Then she paused, and looked at me with a sexy smile. `And
David, of course - in a little while.'
`Don't bother about me,' I replied. `I'm enjoying watching. Just
make your Mummy feel good.'
`I'm going to, oh, I'm going to' said Penny, turning her attentions
back to her mother. Reaching round the older woman's back, she
unclasped her bra, letting her firm, large breasts swing free.
Kneeling forward, she swiped a long, caressing lick across each
nipple. This made her mother arch back, rigid with pleasure, and her
already erect nipples seemed to swell even further. Penny, moving her
hands to her mother's trim body, cupped and weighed the woman's
breasts `Mummy, you are beautiful' she said, between kisses on the
heavy flesh, `will mine ever be this big?' But Alison could not speak
under the deft onslaught of her daughter's lips and fingers. All she
could manage was a few inarticulate sighs of desire. Lifting up her
hands, she began to caress Penelope's shiny black hair as the young
girl made love to her breasts. I moved a little closer, watching
Penny's pearly teeth as she gently bit and nipped her mother's
nipples, watching her pink tongue and red lips as they grazed over the
expanse of her mother's chest. Penny flashed me a glance with a
wicked twinkle in her eyes. Although she said nothing, her message
was as clear as if she had spoken - `watch this.' First, she moved
back up to her mother's mouth and spent a few more moments
passionately kissing her. Then she kissed a trail down the woman's
body, licking directly between her breasts, using the finger and
thumb of each hand to tweak her mother's nipples as she did so. Down
she kissed, across her mother's smooth belly, until she came to the
hem of her long skirt. But instead of undoing it, she carried on
down, first taking off her mother's shoes and spending a few moments
kissing her toes through her sheer black stockings. Then she began to
kiss her way back up her mother's long legs. Rather than working her
way up to the clasps of Alison's skirt, as I expected, the young girl
slipped her head under the skirt, and carried on kissing up towards
her mother's knickers. From my position I watched the fabric billow
and tent over the little girl's head. I could hear her kisses as she
moved up her mother's legs, closer and closer. I reached to the side
of Alison's hips, and, undoing the button, lifted it smoothly up over
Penny's head, once again exposing the little girl as she kissed her
way up to her mother's panty-clad pussy. She flashed up a brief grin
at me, but was really far more absorbed in what she was doing.
Reaching her goal, she pressed a kiss directly over her mother's
pussy, through her black stockings, suspender belt, and black panties
below. I heard Penny take a deep breath as she inhaled her mother's
intimate scent. Then, she eased a single finger under the band of her
stockings, running it all the way across her mother's body, from one
side to the other. I heard her whisper `one layer at a time' to
herself as she unclipped the suspender belt. Then she began to peel
down the stretchy thin fabric of the left leg stocking, rolling it up
neatly as she eased it down her mother's elegant, tapered leg. As the
daughter worked her way down, she left a trail of kisses over the
flesh, dotting it with a light sheen of saliva. With a careful
attention that was maddeningly sexy, she lifted the neatly-folded
stocking off her mother's foot, pausing briefly to place a few more
kisses on her mother's toes. Then, moving back up her mother's body,
she grasped the right stocking and slowly rolled that down. She
seemed lost in a world of sexual exploration, where the smallest
action, the most delicate touch, was all new and delightful.
Caressingly, she worked her way down to her mother's foot, again
kissing as she went. I noticed how she kept her eyes on what she was
doing, not looking up at her mother's now fully exposed panties.
This, I thought, was because she wanted to save that sight for last,
she wanted to fill her eyes all at once with her mother wearing
nothing but a pair of knickers. As Penny reached her mother's foot and
lifted the stocking off over it, she kissed her mother's toes once
more. Then, closing her eyes, she took a breath before looking up at
the sight before her. Both my and her mother's eyes were on her as
she did this, and we were both marvelling at the intensity of her
sexual pleasure. As Penny feasted her eyes on her mother she flushed
with pleasure. And, truly, the older woman was a tempting sight,
lying on the bed, her firm breasts and erect nipples uncovered and
coated in saliva, her air spread wildly over the pillow, and her
snugly fitting black panties, matt but patterned with a glossy black
print of stencil-work roses, which winked and shone like fresh tar in
the sun. I lay back against the headboard of the bed, my cock still
rock hard, still drooling pre-come, and waited for Penny's next move.
There was only one she wanted to make, of course- to have, at last,
her mother fully naked. Almost reverently the little girl crouched
between her mother's spread legs. `Oh, Mummy, Mummy' she whispered,
dropping down to press yet another kiss on her mother's waiting body.
Again, with her lips pressed to the black fabric surrounding Alison's
pussy, she inhaled deeply.
`Hurry up,' begged the older woman, desperate to feel her daughter's
intimate caress. `Hurry up, please.'
`It's time' Penny said, again in a whisper, `it's time.'
`Mmm, yes, Penny, Penny' purred her mother, with a throaty gurgle of
contentment and encouragement. Penny, hooking her fingers into the
top of her mother's panties, slowly peeled them down, slowly, slowly.
As she eased the fabric down, her mother's neatly trimmed pubic hair
was exposed to her - and my - gaze. Penny, her hands trembling as she
worked, peeled the underwear further down, slowly turning it
inside-out and exposing the full glories of her mother's pussy. But
that was as much anticipation as the little girl could take, for she
left the knickers around Alison's knees and swooped down, to taste her
mother's pussy for the first time. She began by kissing her mother's
cunt all over , kissing from one side of her thighs to the other.
Then, moving her fingers in, she spread her mother's engorged pussy
lips apart a little and began to keenly lick up and down the crack.
`Oh, god, yes, Penny, that's it, Penny, my little girl, my darling
daughter, mmm, that's it, do it, lick Mummy, eat me, taste me - ah,
ahh.' Alison bit her lip in pleasure as her daughter continued to eat
her out. Penny's mouth and tongue made soft slurping sounds as she
worked her mother's pussy, licking at it, clearly enjoying the subtle
taste of her mother's sex. But then Penny increased the pleasure, as
she well knew to do, having fucked Miranda many times, and having
found experience with an older woman in the arms of Justine, the
French chamber maid. Moving her mouth, now smeared and shiny with her
mother's juices, she moved her fingers toward the top of her pussy
and, once more spreading her lips, bobbed down to attack Alison's
erect and prominent clitoris. Gently taking the nubbin of flesh
between her lips, she rolled it carefully from side to side. This made
the older woman thrash her head from side to side in high ecstasy.
`Oh, yes, Penny, Pen, Pen, my little girl, my child, my sexy
daughter.' But the thirteen year old wasn't finished yet. All the
while keeping her lips and tongue playing about her mother's clitoris,
she held a slender finger up to her pussy and then, after stroking it
up and down her thick, fleshy lips a couple of times, she eased it
into her mother's slick cunt. Sliding it in and out, she rotated her
hand slightly, searching out her mother's g-spot. When she found it,
the stimulation was almost too much for her mother to bear. The sexy
older woman arched her hips off the bed in delight, still moaning and
panting shallowly. But at this Penny showed again that, just when I
thought she'd displayed all her sexual tricks, she had another one to
deal. Taking advantage of her mother's pleasure-contorted body and
arched back, she reached under her with her free hand, probing between
the older woman's clenched buttocks. Burrowing a finger between the
hard, firm flesh, the daughter sought out her mother's anus, pressing
her finger up to the wrinkled, brown hole. Alison was too far gone in
pleasure to be able to say anything coherent. Instead, she just
murmured and let her buttocks sink down a little. Penny, acting on
this sign, pressed harder and I watched as her slender finger
penetrated the barrier of her mother's arsehole and smoothly slid into
her rectum. At this, Alison collapsed back onto the bed, her buttocks
pressing her daughter's hand into the mattress. But Penny, angling
her wrist back slightly, kept her finger lodged in her mother's
arsehole and began to stir it about. The effect of the fingers in
her cunt, the finger in her arse, and the action of Penny's lips and
now teeth gently biting her clitoris soon led to the inevitable
result, and Alison rocketed into the incestuous and lesbian delights
of her orgasm, bucking and tossing on the bed as she came at her
daughter's hand. `Oh, yes, oh, yes, Pen, Penny, Pe-Pe-Pennnnny' she
cried as she rode the waves of her pleasure. Fascinated, the little
girl broke away from eating her mother out, and, with her finger still
pressed deep in the older woman's rectum, she watched in delight as
her mother came down from her orgasm. As Alison subsided into calm
she began to breathe more deeply, lying back on the pillows with her
eyes closed. After a moment or two she opened them, and, looking at
her daughter still crouched between her legs, she held her arms out.
`Come here, sweetheart' she said, fondly, to her daughter. Willingly,
the little girl scrambled up the bed and lay in her mother's arms, her
head pressed against Alison's chest. `That was wonderful, honey' said
the mother. `Where did you learn all that?' Penelope didn't reply -
she just blushed a little, and placed another soft kiss on her
mother's lips. `I think you must have had a good teacher' said
Alison, sucking at her daughter's soft, pretty lips.
`Two teachers' whispered the little girl. Caressing her mother's firm
breasts she added, musingly, `and now a third.'
`What about some more practice?' asked Alison, with a glance at me.
`Oh, yes!' said her daughter, perking up again. I stretched out on
the bed, my cock still as hard at it had been throughout all the two
females' love-play.
`Lie back, baby,' said Alison, moving her daughter from her side and
letting her lie stretched on the bed, stroking her fingers lovingly
through the girl's shiny, black hair. `It's Mummy's turn now.'
Delicately, but with rising passion, Alison kissed her way down the
young girl's body, lingering over her small, pert breasts, licking and
sucking at her cute pink nipples, which stiffened under her touch.
Penny lay on the bed in speechless rapture as her mother pleasured
her. Alison was fascinated by her daughter's sweet little tits, and
spent several minutes worshipping them with her teeth and lips. As
she caressed her daughter, the girl's passion grew and grew. Her
knickers began to grow damp and darken as the moistures of her aroused
pussy leaked into the white cloth. Alison, still kissing her breasts,
moved one hand down her body, cupping it over the girl's pussy and
feeling the warm heat of her excitement. `Oh, baby, you are ready,
aren't you?' cooed her mother.
`Oh, yes, Mummy, yes, caress me, kiss me' Penny replied, her voice
rising in her growing excitement. Alison moved down from the little
girl's breasts, leaving them covered in a sheen of saliva, and licked
and kissed her way over the girl's smooth, flat belly.
`Ah, baby, your skin is so sweet, so delicate' she murmured - `you're
so young, so beautiful.' As she said this, she held her head over
Penny's pussy, once more feeling her daughter's heat with her fingers.
`I must see you, now' she said `I want you to be naked for me, my
daughter.'
`Oh, yes, Mummy, yes, I want you to, I want you to.' Alison crouched
between the girl's smooth legs, placed a kiss on the centre of the
damp patch staining them, and then, taking hold of the frilly band
around the top, slid them down over her spread legs. Alison's eyes
opened wider in delight and admiration as the young girl's lightly
haired pussy was exposed to her. Drawing a deep breath of
anticipation, the mother said `Ah, little one, it has been a while
since I saw you like this - you've grown - but not too much, not too
much.'
`Kiss me Mummy, kiss me there' urged Penelope. Her mother obeyed,
stooping down to the thirteen-year-old's sweet pussy, her tongue
poking out as she did so. Making contact, Alison took a long lick
over the crevice of her daughter's vagina. `Ah, yes, Mummy,
Mummmmy...' Penelope squeaked, her voice to rising a pitch higher in
pleasure. Alison began to alternate between kisses and licks,
slurping and pecking at the young girl's pussy. `Oh, you taste so
sweet, darling' she said - `so sweet.' I craned closer in to look as
Alison used the forefinger of each hand to prise her daughter's
delicate pussy lips open. Exposing the pink inner recesses of
Penny's cunt, her mother thrust her tongue inside as far as she could
reach, licking up inside her daughter and then out over her clitoris.
`Oh, yes, Mummy, Mummy' the little girl began to say, panting as she
responded to her mother's actions. As the girl's passion grew, Alison
concentrated more on her erect little clitoris. She heightened this
stimulation by sliding one of her long, elegant fingers into her
daughter's snug little pussy. This was all Penny could take. With
her mother crouched between her legs, sucking her clitoris and
fingering her cunt, the little girl began to come, throwing back her
head with her mouth gaping wide open. `Oh, yes, yes, that's it,
that's great, yes, yes' she moaned. As Alison moved her head away
from the young girl's snatch, her mouth and lips covered in a sheen of
Penny's juices, the young girl clenched her legs together, trapping
her mother's hand between her legs, keeping the finger buried in her
sugar-sweet pussy. Penny's legs trembled and shook as she enjoyed her
orgasm, and Alison, looking at her daughter with a mix of love and
lust on her face, reached her free hand out and gently traced a finger
over each of Penny's nipples in turn. This was just what Penny
wanted, for it brought her back down from her orgasm smoothly and
gently, and as she relaxed into her mother's light caress playing over
her sensitive body, she smiled, content and happy. `That was great,
Mummy' she said, as Alison moved from where she knelt by the girl's
side to her mouth, stooping down for a leisurely, explorative kiss.
Alison's lips and chin were shiny with the juices of Penny's cunt, and
as they kissed these were smeared over the young girl's face.
Soon enough their kissing grew hotter. Even though Penny had just had
an explosive orgasm, she was very quickly ready to have more fun. And
this time I'd had enough of being an onlooker. I was going to join
in. Alison, who seemed especially mesmerised by Penny's small, pert
breasts, began to kiss and massage them once again. I took this
opportunity to crawl over to the little girl and take over kissing her
mouth. She responded keenly to the rougher touch of my skin, swirling
her tongue up between my lips. I licked over her teeth and sucked her
lips, exploring the inside of her mouth with my tongue. Then I began
to kiss in a wider pattern over her pretty face, licking up the smears
of her own juices that had been wiped there by her mother's kisses,
enjoying the familiar, sexy taste. As I crouched by the little girl,
kissing all over her face and listening to the sounds of her mother's
tongue and lips playing over her breasts, I felt Alison's hand move
between my legs and grasp my hard cock, where it jutted firm and
erect. Slowly she eased her hand up and down it, squeezing so that
small drops of clear pre-come dripped out and fell, in long elastic
drools, down over Penny's body. Alison took her hand from my cock and
dipped a finger in the clear liquid. Then she offered it to the
little girl, who licked it up eagerly. `Oh, yes, more, Mummy, more'
she said. Alison scooped up another fingerful and proffered it to
her, and Penny licked it up just as eagerly. `Oh, that's good, Mummy'
she said - `more.'
`Not from me,' said Alison, placing her hand on my buttocks and
pushing me slightly. I knew what she meant, and, crawling on my knees
up the bed, I offered my cock to Penny. Eagerly, she grasped it,
wrapping her soft, girlish hand around the shaft and moving it to her
mouth. Poking her tongue into the piss-hole, she licked out the
pre-come, before slipping her lips all the way over my thick, engorged
cock head, gently squeezing the spongy flesh between her sexy white
teeth, then taking me in further and exploring the rim of it with her
delicate tongue. She combined this with slipping her free hand down
to my scrotum and cupping and squeezing my balls. Then, moving her
hand back a little, so that my balls were lying over her slender
wrist, she probed up between my buttocks, seeking my arsehole. As she
was doing this, her mother shifted her incestuous attentions from the
girl's adolescent breasts down toward her pussy. But as Alison once
more dived her tongue into her daughter's vagina, she continued to use
her hands to knead the girl's breasts and tweak her nipples. The
double effect of this was almost too much for Penny to bear, and she
could not concentrate on pleasuring my hard prick, even though it was
stuffed between her lips. I withdrew from her mouth, relishing the
slight scrape of her teeth against the shaft and spongy, engorged head
as I did so. But as my cock bobbed free from her warm mouth, her
mother glanced up from between her legs and, looking at me, said `I
want some of that.' Rather than crawl over to her and leave Penny out
of the fun, I lay down on the bed by the girl's side, so that she and
I could kiss while her mother sucked me off. But Penny, as she
watched her mother envelop my cock in her keen mouth, had other ideas.
Sitting up, she arranged herself so that she was kneeling next to her
mother. She moved her head between my legs and began to kiss and lick
my balls, running a hand over the lower part of my penis as her
mother's mouth moved up and down it. Then Alison eased her mouth off
my prick and holding it by the base, angled it towards her daughter.
`Let's share' she said. Penny opened her mouth wide and bobbed
forward, enveloping my cock once more between her wide-stretched lips.
As she sucked and lightly nibbled at the head of my penis, her mother
bent close to my belly and began to kiss and lick the shaft. Tilting
her head to one side, she opened her mouth and gently took the shaft
in her mouth, biting down softly just above my balls and squeezing the
hard yet pliant flesh. Then, moving her teeth back off me, she
kissed up and down my cock. Penny let the head it slip out of her
mouth so that her mother could suck me, and then she began to kiss
down the erect shaft. Penny licked all the way down to my balls,
kissing my testicles, before licking her way back up the eager
hardness of my prick. When she got to the top, Alison took her mouth
off me. Penny, however, did not allow her to return to kissing and
licking the shaft. Instead, she gently held her mother by the chin,
keeping her near. Then, tipping her head to one side, she moved
forward to kiss her mother. The two females sheared a passionate
kiss, their locked mouths just an inch above my rock-hard penis.
`Together' whispered Penelope, and they both dropped down a little,
their mouths still close together. Pulling a little way apart, Penny
kissed and sucked one side of my cockhead, and Alison kissed the
other. Their tongues, swirling around my raging prick, sometimes met,
whereupon the mother and daughter would rise up a little and exchange
a kiss, still with my prick half in their mouths, their lips meeting
over the top of its hard, purple dome. As they did this, both dropped
their hands to my scrotum, to gently massage my balls. Penny, ever
the adventurous experimenter, took hold of her mother's hand, and
raised it to her mouth, licking and wetting her long, slender
forefinger. Then she guided it back down, bringing it to the crack of
my buttocks. Her hand still on her mother's wrist, Penny pushed it
down, so that her mother's fingers slipped between the crevice. I
raised my hips a little, allowing the finger to make contact with my
arsehole. `Put it in, he likes it' whispered Penny to her mother,
their tongues still mingling and twining around the top of my prick.
Alison, as her daughter instructed, pushed gently, penetrating my
arsehole and sliding her finger into my rectum. But it hardly needed
this extra stimulation to make me come. The sight, and feel, of
mother and daughter, both kissing each other and my cock, was quite
enough to do that.
`I'm coming' I said.
`Mmm, the best bit,' said Penny, as my balls began to contract. And
then, as the two women continued their love-play, I came. The first
shot of bright white jism exploded eagerly from my cock, gushing up
over Penny and Alison's tongues and lips. In tandem, both moved their
heads up a little, still locked in a kiss, so that the next hot splash
of come spurted up over both their faces. Then Penny took hold of my
cock, angling it more towards her mother, so that the next jet hit her
full in the face. Alison slipped her finger out of my arsehole and
she, too, took my cock in her hand, moving it back the other way so
that it was Penny's turn to feel my hot, fresh come splattering into
her pretty young face, coating it in copious streams of sperm. Both of
them then let go of my cock, as Alison once more went for her
daughter, amorously kissing her come-stained face. My cock, freed
from their grasp, spouted more gouts of come wildly and randomly,
splattering now the mother's face, now the daughter's. Fresh semen
jetted up across Penny's cheek, painting a line of warm fluid up over
her forehead, and into her hair. Then a spurt of it hit Alison's
face, landing directly in one of her eyes, before firing over a
tendril of her long, auburn hair which had fallen forward over her
face. As the fierce wads of come began to slacken off, Alison took
the head of my prick between her teeth and pressed her lips closed
over it. I could hear the liquid spattering noise as my final few
jets of sperm fired into her mouth and against the back of her throat.
Then, the older woman slipped her lips off my softening cock and,
placing her come covered hand under her daughter's chin, pulled the
young girl toward her. Penny opened her mouth in anticipation of the
kiss, and as the two moved their mouths together I could see as Alison
released the come she was holding, letting it flow over the
thirteen-year-old's tongue. I saw Penny's throat working as she
swallowed my semen down. Then, opening her mouth once more, she began
to lick up the thick gobs of white sperm that liberally coated her
mother's face. While she did this, Alison used her fingers to massage
the cooling come that streaked Penny's face into her skin. I was
almost forgotten as mother and child explored each other. Lovingly
and thoroughly, Penny feasted on the thick come that decorated her
mother, and, just as keenly, Alison scooped up the thick, starchy
fluid that covered her daughter's face, smearing it lower over the
young girl's body, over her breasts and belly and, then, across her
pretty little cunt. As Alison worked my come between the tight lips
of her daughter's snug little vagina, Penny muttered `Oh, yes, Mummy,
that's good, Mummy, oh, I love you, I want you, I love you.' Alison
slowly dragged her hands back up the little girl's body, pausing at
her cute breasts to massage in the come she'd smeared there. Penny,
while responding delightedly to this treatment, did not neglect giving
some back to her mother. Moving a finger down to her own pussy, she
collected a little of the come her mother had left smeared over the
lips, and moved her hand towards her mother's more mature cunt, wiping
it over her auburn pubic hair. Then she scooped up the strand of come
still lodged in the older woman's hair and, moving back down, gently
eased apart the her cunt lips, working her way up to the clitoris and
gently beginning to wipe my come over it, even as Alison continued to
play with her adolescent breasts and stiff, erect, nipples. As mother
and daughter fucked each other, I slipped out from under them, to give
them easier access to each other's bodies. Only half-aware of this,
they fell together on the bed, once more pressed mouth to mouth. But
in their high pitch of stimulation, this was not enough. First of all,
Penny moved her way down her mother's body, down towards her
come-smeared cunt. As she began to eat out her mother, a better idea
occurred to her, and she reversed her position, placing her slender
young legs on each side of her mother's head. Then she went back to
work with her lips and tongue in Alison's pussy. Her mother responded
keenly to this, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of her child's
nimble tongue. Then, she craned her head up so that she could reach
the young girl's pussy. But finding this a little awkward she lay
back down, and, placing her hands on Penny's hips, whispered `Lie
down, darling.' Penny did as instructed, spreading herself out so
that she lay directly on top of her mother. This meant that her sweet
young cunt was perched directly over Alison's mouth. The older woman
eagerly began to kiss and suck at her daughter's pussy, as Penny just
as excitedly continued to eat her out, running a finger into the
woman's neatly-trimmed pussy. Both woman revelled in the illicit
pleasures they were enjoying, both thrilled by perverted combination
of incest, paedophilia and lesbianism. Alison moved her hands up to
Penny's buttocks, pressing her daughter closer to her eager mouth and
tongue. The gentle pressure of pulling Penelope closer spread the
girl's buttocks apart, exposing her cute wrinkled little arsehole to
my gaze. Gently, I got off the bed, and moved round to the other
side, kneeling on the floor. This brought me a few inches away from
the rapt lovers. First of all I gazed at the lascivious sight of
Penny as she ate out her mother. The girl was in ecstasy, plunging
her tongue between the full lips of her mother's cunt, pressing
fervent kisses over it, taking the older woman's pussy lips between
her own. As she sucked and ate at Alison, her face become more and
more shiny with moisture, and the young girl seemed to derive extra
pleasure from smearing her mother's pussy juices over her face as
widely as possible. After spending a few minutes watching this
cock-stiffening sight, and revelling in the thirteen-year-old girl's
tongue snaking over her mother's clitoris, I moved closer to her
mother's head, to watch the expert cunnilingus Alison was giving her
daughter. The sight of the little girl's open-spread buttocks was
especially tempting and I leaned closer to place a kiss between them,
prodding my tongue up against the elastic barrier and delighting in
the taste and scent of Penny's most intimate area.
My cock, by now, was again fully hard. Alison moved a hand off
Penny's arse and grasped hold of me. `It's about time you used that'
she said, giving my cock a playful squeeze. `Time for something new,
darling' she said to her daughter, and then, to me, `lie down on the
bed.' As I did so, Penny climbed off her mother's body and looked at
her expectantly. `Just a moment, dear' said Alison, swooping down to
suck my cock. After a moment of this she lifted her mouth off me,
and, grasping a handful of her long, auburn hair, she wrapped it
around my hard shaft. This was a new and delicious sensation for me,
and the cool silky texture was subtly different from the silky feel
when I masturbated with Penny's underwear. But, delicious as it was,
it did not last long. After a moment, Alison took her hand off my
cock, letting her hair fall loose. Sitting back up on her haunches
she said to her daughter, who had been watching the love-play keenly,
`Your turn, now, little one. I want you to kneel over him.' Eager to
please, the young girl positioned herself so that she faced me, with
her snug pussy hovering just a little way over my prick. `Hold that
position, baby' instructed her mother. Then, moving so that she was
facing her daughter, Alison took hold of my hot and ready prick with
one hand, and, with the other, gently held open the lips of her
daughter's pussy. `Down you go, little one,' she said, watching
delightedly as Penny eased herself down toward my cock. As the little
girl came closer, her mother held my prick to the entrance of her
pussy, guiding it snugly in. As I began to fill Penny's sweet cunt,
Alison's fingers rubbed against the sides of my prick as she continued
to hold her daughter's sex open for its entrance.
`Ahhh, Mummy, that's good, I can feel it, that's good, oh, David, yes,
I love your prick, I love you, ah, that's it, fuck me, fuck me' said
my teenage lover, in rapture. In one smooth move, my cock slid all
the way into the little girl, so that my pubic hair was nestling close
against her, and her buttocks rested lightly on my hips.
`Oh, that's good, Pen' I said `that's good - you're so sweet, so tight
- I love to fuck you!'
`Mmm, do it, do me, it's good' she panted in reply, spitted on my
cock, eagerly sliding up and down on it. Alison watched, her eyes
bright and her lips slightly parted, as her daughter enjoyed the feel
of me in her. Her fingers were still holding apart the lips of
Penny's cut, but now she moved her index finger up to the young girl's
clitoris, and gently began to massage it. `Ooh, yes, Mummy, Mummy'
said the little girl, throwing her head back in delight at this new
onslaught. As she tipped her head back, Alison bent over her and
began to kiss her open mouth and her pretty red lips. The older
woman's long hair covered the little girl's features, so that while
she continued to move up and down on me, all I could see was her
mother's head and the tent of auburn hair falling over her face. The
sight was accompanied by the sound of lips on lips, and of the
murmurs of their mutual passion. I began to fondle and caress Penny's
breasts, and as I did so, her mother broke off her kiss. Penny fell
forward onto my chest, laying her head against my nipples, lost in the
rapturous feel of my prick in her teen cunt. Taking her under the
chin, I raised her lips to mine, and began to kiss her, caressing her
lips and tongue with mine. Lost in her passion, she kept her eyes
lightly closed, but mine were open as I watched Alison. She moved
round behind the little girl, and began to massage her daughter's
shoulders, caressing her neck and running her fingers over the girl's
back, and down the indentations of her supple spine. She slid a hand
over each side of the curvaceous undulations of the little girl's
waist, clasping them together again at the small of Penny's back.
Then the mother's hands roved down to the little girl's firm, white
buttocks and began to caress the smooth, delicate flesh. Holding her
hands palm down on Penny's arse, Alison gently prised her cheeks
apart, to see her tight, wrinkled hole. As Alison moved forward to
kiss Penny's ears and the nape of her neck, her long, auburn hair
fanned out over the young girl's shoulders. When her mother moved the
trail of kisses down the girl's back, towards her buttocks, her hair
trailed behind her, sliding in a cascade down over the girl's dainty
white flesh. Moving lower, Alison crawled backwards on the bed so
that she could bring her lips down towards Penny's most secret hole.
I reached a hand round the little girl's waist and brushed Alison's
hair back over her head, so that I had a clear view of what she was
about to do. Her daughter, still impaled on my eager cock, continued
to gently move herself up and down on me, her tight, sucking pussy
clinging firmly to my shaft as she did so. In her pleasure, our kisses
became disjointed, and she broke away from my questing tongue and fell
forward onto my broad chest, wrapping her arms round me and hugging me
as she continued to ride my penis. This more fully exposed her mother
kneeling behind her to my excited gaze. Crouched low, Alison first of
all kissed the small of Penny's back and then both halves of her
peachy little arse. Then, with a glance up at me, the older woman
licked her tongue all that way down the girl's crevice. Penny, still
with her arms wrapped round my chest, squeezed me tighter. Then, her
mother began to lick and kiss the small hole nestled in the centre,
probing at the girl's anus with her eager tongue. Penny, in fresh
delight at this pleasure, opened her mouth wide and then gently bit
into my shoulder, whimpering in ecstasy as she did so. I dropped my
hands down to her buttocks and held them spread wide open, so that
Alison could the more easily enjoy her daughter's arsehole. When she
had thoroughly covered the little girl's sphincter in saliva, she
placed her index finger up against it and gently pushed it inside. As
the long digit smoothly ran into Penny's rectum, she stopped moving up
and down on my cock and bit a little harder into my shoulder. `Oh,
Mummy, yes, Mummy, that's so good, that's so good' breathed Penelope.
`Do you like it, darling?' whispered her mother `it's so dirty, so
sexy - just like you.'
`Oh, yes, Mummy, yes, I love it, put another finger in, mmmm' said
Penny. At this, Alison eased out her index finger a little way and
then, holding her second finger by it, slid them both into the child's
rectum. With my penis buried all the way inside the sexy young
teenager, I could feel her mother's questing fingers as they probed
inside Penny's arsehole, divided from my cock only by the thin anal
membrane. It was a wonderful sensation, and drove me nearly all the
way to orgasm. Giving in to the pleasure of my incipient ejaculation,
I once more took hold of the girl by the waist, and began to move her
up and down on my cock. This action woke her from her sexual reverie,
and she began to join in, so that between us she moved rapidly up and
down on my cock. It plunged in and out of her pussy like an eager
piston, spreading and dilating her pussy lips, making a sexy, wet,
sucking sound as it thrust in and out of her velvety tightness.
`Here it comes, here it comes' I said, as I felt the rush of come
gathering in my balls.
`Oh, yes, yes, shoot in me, shoot in me, that's what I want, I want
you to come in me' chanted Penelope. And then, again, she demonstrated
just how sexually bold she was. `That's it, come in me, I want you to
come in me, and then Mummy can clean me up, Mummy can lick it all out,
yes, oh yes, yes,' she said, her head thrashing about in ecstasy. As
she muttered these words, I began to fire hot, eager jets of come into
her, blasting my seed deep into her tight, snug cunt. Feeling my
semen shoot into her she moved a hand under her thigh, reaching for my
scrotum to massage my spasming balls. `Oh, yes, David, yes, I can
feel you, can feel it, that's it, pump it into me, yes, oh yes,' she
cried as I continued to fill her up. Alison slipped her fingers out
of Penny's rectum and moved them round to massage her breasts.
`Is it good, darling?' she whispered in her daughter's ear -`is it
good? Can you feel him?'
`Oh, Mummy, yes, yes, y-e-e-e-sssss' cried the little girl. Alison
then began to masturbate her daughter, circling a finger quickly over
her erect clitoris. `Mummy, oh, that, it's - it's - ohhh,' moaned
Penny. The combination of her mother's finger on her clit and my fat
prick spurting fresh come set off her orgasm. As she began to come,
she lost the power of speech, her cries of delight tailing off into
incoherent mutters and moans. Riding the waves of her explosive
orgasm, she arched up, rearing her back in ecstasy. This had the
effect of raising her a little way off my cock. Her mother, grasping
the shaft, slipped it the rest of the way out of Penny's pussy.
Gently placing a hand on Penny's shoulder to push her back down, she
held my cock up against the girl's taught belly, so that my final,
lazy spurts of come fired over her flat stomach, and slowly began to
dribble down over her lightly-haired pussy, which was still puffy and
open from the actions of my cock. Exhausted, the girl leaned back,
falling into the open arms of her mother, who was still kneeling
behind her. Wrapping her arms around Penny, Alison herself lay back,
easing her daughter down with her, so that they lay in each other's
arms on the bed. Alison kissed the top of her daughter's head.
`Was that good, darling?' she said to the girl, who was panting and
covered in a light sheen of sweat.
`Oh, Mummy...' sighed Penelope, dreamily. `Mummy, David, mmmm...' As
the tired but happy girl lay in her mother's arms, Alison lovingly
stroked her shiny black hair and caressed her chin and ears. `My
little girl,' she murmured. `How much Mummy loves you.' I joined in
with Alison's gentle caresses, placing Penny's legs over my own, and
gently stroking them. As I did this, I feasted my eyes on the young
teenager's come-spattered cunt, its lips still puffy and spread.
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, the dreamy, far-away
expression faded out of her eyes.
`That was great!' she said, more brightly - `really great!'
`But it's not finished yet, I think' said Alison. `After all, there
was something more you wanted, wasn't there?'
`Oooh, Mummy, yes - clean me up!' said Penny, a note of lust already
returning to her voice. She sat up, to allow her mother to move away,
and then lay back down on the bed. Alison, on her hands and knees,
crawled between her daughter's legs, and began to clean the girl up.
First of all, she licked up the come I'd sprayed across Penny's flat
adolescent belly. The soft strokes of her mother's tongue half
turned-on and half tickled her, making her wriggle on the bed, but
when Alison moved lower, and began to lick and kiss at Penny's
come-splattered snatch, licking up the jism that lay mingled with her
sparse, dark, pubic hair, the laughs turned to sighs.
`Ooh, Mummy, yes, that's nice' sighed the little girl. Then, Alison
shifted her attention to the puffed-open lips of the girl's youthful
sex, where traces of the copious amount of come I'd ejaculated into
her were slowly leaking out. First of all, Alison licked all this up,
brushing over Penny's clitoris as she did so, causing her daughter to
jump and sigh in pleasure. `Ooh, Mummy, that's good, that's good, do
you like the taste?' But Alison did not reply to this. Instead, she
sat up, leaning forward to kiss her daughter's mouth. As her face,
shiny with my come and Penny's juices, approached the little girl's,
Alison pursed her lips and began to squeeze out a rivulet of semen
that she had sucked up from the girl's soiled pussy. Eagerly, Penny
opened her mouth to receive this sexy offering, holding her tongue out
as it dripped down from her mother's mouth to her own. When Alison had
passed the load into Penny's mouth, she pressed her lips to the girl,
and the two exchanged a kiss, mingling the remains of my come between
them. Then Alison moved down to Penny's pussy and, diving between her
cunt lips, began to lick and suck the come from inside the little
girl's silky-slick cunt. As Alison eagerly ate Penelope out, her lips
and chin became smeared with a mixture of my and her daughter's
juices.
`Oh, mmm, yes, Mummy, yes,' Penelope moaned, her keen adolescent
passions rising fast.
`My daughter, my daughter, my little girl, oh, Penny, yes' said
Alison, her own desires intense, her need to come outstripping her
child's. Breaking her come-covered face from Penny's pussy, she said
`Do me, darling, do me - I need it, need you, so badly, so badly'
The two women changed positions, and Penny dived for her mother's
pussy, eagerly probing between the lips with her tongue.
`Mmm, yes, that's good, that's good' said Alison, reaching a hand down
to caress the little girl's head. But after a few minutes of this,
the girl, her face wet with come, broke away from her mother. She got
off the bed and moved to the dressing table. She opened the middle
drawer, exposing her mother's lingerie. I wondered what the
imaginative little girl was up to now. Alison, however, seemed to
have an idea, for her eyes opened wide as Penny rummaged among her
bras and panties, her suspenders and stockings.
`Here it is' said Penny, half to herself. And, from the drawer, she
produced a slender strap-on dildo.
`How did you know about that?' asked her mother, a blush on her face
as she did so, even though there were no sexual secrets between the
two any more.
`Oh, you know.. I was looking around one day' said the girl,
nonchalantly, as she strapped the harness around herself. Walking up
to the bed, she continued `Now, I've never used one of these before,
so you're both going to have to show me how to do it best.'
`I'll teach you' I said - `after all, I know how to use a prick better
than either of you.'
`Mmm, that's true' murmured Penny.
`First of all we must get your Mummy to kneel on all fours. The first
time, you'll find it easier to do her from behind.' Alison, listening
to my words, assumed the position I desired. She was already dripping
wet with excitement, of course, but nonetheless I stooped down behind
her and sucked and kissed her pussy for a moment. Then Penny mounted
up behind her, the smooth white plastic of the dildo sticking out over
her pussy. I used my fingers to hold Alison's pussy lips open. `Just
ease it into her, nice and slow, little one' I said to the girl.
`This is so dirty' said she, rapturous, as she began to penetrate her
own mother.
`Good girl, nice and slow, all the way in,' I said. Penny obeyed, and
in a moment, her smooth white belly was nestling comfortably against
her mother's buttocks. `That's right' I told her. `Now, gently begin
to thrust it in and out.' Gingerly, but with fascination, the young
girl began to dildo-fuck her mother.
`Oh, yes, Penny, that's it, good, you're good' came her mother's
slightly muffled voice from the pillow into which her mouth was
pressed.
`Now, Pen, support yourself by putting your hands on her thighs' I
said. `Good. Next, I want you to lift yourself up a little, so that
you rub against the front wall of her vagina. That's where her g-spot
is - you'll know when you've got the right position.' A willing
learner, Penny experimented, moving her thighs to alter the angle of
her penetration. After a few different thrusts, Alison suddenly
gasped and yelped.
`That's it!' all three of us said in unison.
`Good girl, Pen' I told her. `Try to keep that angle.' Holding more
firmly onto her mother's thighs, Penny continued to dildo-fuck her
doggy style.
`Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes' came her mother's whimpering voice as she
built up to her orgasm.
`Let's make this last a bit longer' I said. `I want you to be looking
into your mother's eyes as you make her come.' Penny slipped the
dildo out of her mother. `Alison, lie down on your back' I instructed.
`Penny, I think you know what to do.' The little girl did, eagerly
lying over her mother and bringing the tip of the dildo up to her
pussy. `Let me put it in' I said - `you're still a novice with a
cock, remember.' I used one hand to spread Alison's pussy lips apart
(although in her excitement this was scarcely necessary) and used the
other to guide the prosthetic penis home. As Penny once more slid
into her mother, both of them sighed in pleasure.
`Oh, yes, Penny, my child, Pen, that's good, Mummy likes that, that's
good, kiss me, kiss me.' The sexy teenager did as she was asked,
moving her mouth to her mother's. As the two explored each other's
mouths, Alison began to caress and fondle the little girl's smooth
arse, searching between the crevice and tickling the wrinkled hole
between. Penny kept up her keen thrusting, working the dildo in and
out of her mother. Knowing what she liked me to do to her in bed, she
had a pretty good idea of how to please her mother. I watched in
delighted admiration as she gently swivelled her hips as she fucked
her mother, and then changed the angle of her thrust, again trying to
find the older woman's g-spot. Alison moved her hands to the girl's
slender hips and gently moved her until she was at the right angle.
`Yes, there, that's it, good, little one, good' she said, still
guiding the little girl in and out of her.
`Mmm, Mummy, this feel so good, oh, good, I love you, love you'
replied the thirteen year old, lovingly easing in and out of her
mother. Once more the two kissed, a kiss of love more than lust. As
they kissed, Penny slowed down her strokes, easing in and out more
gently, taking a slower, more loving pace. The rapid, frantic pace of
sexual discovery that had gone before was giving way to a more
exploratory, almost romantic stage.
`Mm, that's good, yes, good' whispered Alison. `Just a little more,
sweetheart, just a little - little - ah - ahhh - yes, that's it, I'm
there.' As she came, she wrapped her hands round her daughter's
body, pulling the young girl tight against her, so that their breasts
squashed close together. They kissed, softly, gently, as Penny
lovingly stroked a kiss-curl of her mother's hair that had fallen down
across her forehead.
`That was great, Mummy' she said. `I love you.' The two of them lay
together for some minutes, billing and cooing, lost in each other's
arms.
They were woken from their reverie by the thunder of footsteps on the
stairs. Isabella's voice called out `Mummy - Penny - we're home!'
Then we heard Eleanor say `Bags me the shower first.'
`I'll race you!' replied Isabella.
`Time to get dressed!' Alison announced. `Fast!'
Quickly, quietly, we slipped back into our discarded clothes, mixed up
on the floor. As we dressed we heard a door open and the sound of
running feet.
`Beat you!' cried Isabella.
`Huh! Next time!' replied Eleanor, as the we listened to sound of the
bathroom door being locked and Eleanor going back to her room to wait.
The waterpipes in the house groaned and knocked slightly as Isabella
switched the shower on.
`Off you go, baby!' said Alison to her daughter, giving the little
girl a fond pat on her cute, firm bottom. Unlocking the bedroom door,
Penny slipped round it and padded off to her own room. Alison turned
to me, and, opening her arms, enticed me to a kiss. As we twined she
whispered `She's so sexy, so hot - and you turned her on to all this!'
Sexily wiggling her hips up against mine she said `Thank-you,
thank-you!'
`It was no hardship, I assure you' I replied, thinking back to those
delicious days of first exploration with the little girl.
`I'm going to grab a shower before the girls use all the hot water, so
back to work for you!' said Alison, giving one more squeeze to my
prick before I left the room and went back to my office. With a
satisfied ache in my balls, I returned to my duties, listening to the
sound of running feet and running water as the various females in the
various bathrooms of the household washed. As I walked home that
evening, I ran over the day's remarkable events in my mid. I knew
there would be more times between Penny and her mother, yet this on
its own didn't satisfy me. My mind now open to all the combinations
and possibilities, I wanted to experience even more elaborate
delights.
Then next day, Saturday, passed quietly until midafternoon, at which
time my `phone rang. It was the oldest daughter, fourteen and a half
year old Isabella. `I'm in town' she said - `Can you come and collect
me? There's no-one in at home. I'd really appreciate it.' The five
mile journey was no particular bother, so I agreed easily enough. As
I drove to the rendezvous point we had arranged, I reflected on when
I'd met out riding her a couple of days previously, and she seemed to
have no knickers on under her jodhpurs. The recollection made my cock
stiffen in my trousers, and I began to idly cast the girl into my
projected fantasies and explorations. But if I'd hoped for any headway
in these today, that hope was soon dispelled, for when I arrived in
town Isabella had her boyfriend with her. I'd met him once or twice
before. He was called Peter, and was nearly fifteen. He was quite
tall, but slender, with brown hair. `Peter's going to stay over
tonight' explained Isabella. As I drove them home, I saw Isabella's
part in my plans becoming less and less likely.
As I pulled up to her house, Penelope came to the door. She gave a
quizzical look at the sight of me arriving with Isabella. `How come
you're with David?' she asked her sister.
`There was no-one in at home!' replied the girl.
`I was here!' protested Penny. `Mummy and Daddy have gone into town -
I was supposed to tell you where to meet them when you called.' Just
then, the `phone rang indoors. Penny skipped in to answer it. We
followed her, getting to the kitchen just in time to hear her finish
the conversation. `That was Mummy - I've told her what happened,'
explained Penny. `I must not have heard your call over my hi-fi -
sorry.'
`It's okay - not a problem' I said - `make me a cup of tea and we'll
call it quits.' Peter and Isabella disappeared off to the girl's
bedroom, leaving me and the younger sister alone. As soon as the door
shut behind us, the little girl was in my arms, and we were kissing
lovingly. `Mmm' she said, `that's good.' She eased her hands down to
my cock, and massaged it gently. It stiffened and leaped under her
caress, and Penny continued to stroke me for a moment, before easing
her slender fingers into my trousers. `Ooh, it's hot' she said, as
her cool flesh made contact with mine. `But Mummy and Daddy are on
their way home, so we can't.' This self-control in the hitherto
utterly wanton child was a surprise to me, but I let the matter pass,
and we sat and talked as we drank our tea. But matters sexual were
clearly on her mind. `Yesterday was great, wasn't it?' she said. I
agreed wholeheartedly that fucking her and her mother, and watching
them fuck each other had, indeed, been memorable. `And your really
liked seeing me in my riding gear, didn't you?' she said, with a sexy
little smile.
`Oh, Pen, yes, you were so hot in that' I said. The little girl made
no reply to this, but she seemed to be considering something.
`Tomorrow, I shall teach you to ride' she said - it was not an offer,
but a statement of fact. It was hardly as if I needed persuading,
anyway. And so, when, soon after, her parents rolled up on the drive,
she told them what she had decided.
`That's very kind of you, dear,' said her mother. `I didn't even know
he wanted to learn.'
`Nor did I' I said - `but it beats sitting around at home kicking my
heels.' Finishing my tea, I said `speaking of home, it's time I was
off back there.'
`Sorry about that mix-up with Isabella' said Alison, walking out of
the kitchen with me. With a glance back at the young girl, she said,
`Penny can be so careless sometimes.' Penny just smiled at this gentle
admonishment, as her mother and I walked to the front door. Alison
stepped outside with me, pushing the door closed behind her. `Riding
lessons!' she said, in a quiet voice. `I just bet she had to work
really hard to persuade you to take up that offer, you rogue!'
`Really - I didn't have any choice in the matter' I protested.
`Certainly not when you knew she was going to be in her riding gear,
hmm?' queried her mother. Then, placing her hand over my crotch, she
felt my cock. `Ha, half-stiff - as if I needed the evidence!' she
said, with a smile. `If most of my family wasn't about, I'd soon suck
that out of you!' Then, giving me a quick but passionate kiss, she
went back indoors, and I returned home.
Midday the next day, I walked back to the house. Penny answered the
door, once again clad in the cock-stiffening outfit of boots, crisp
white blouse, and jodhpurs. She looked me up and down, said `That's
no good!' Then she ran upstairs, saying `Go into my room.' I did as
she asked, while she ran into her father's room, returning after a
moment with a pair of tracksuit trousers. `These aren't quite right,
but they're better than those' she said, pointing to my own trousers.
`Change into these, and leave your jacket here.' With that, she ran
downstairs and I, after quickly changing, followed her.
`Ready?' I asked.
`Oh - just a minute' she replied, bounding upstairs. I watched from
the hallway as she went into her room. Then she came out and went
into Isabella's room. I heard the whisper of the two girls' voices,
joined by a third, Peter's. Then Penny ran back downstairs to me.
`What was that about?' I asked.
`Oh, nothing,' she replied, with a shrug of her shoulders. I didn't
press the point.
`Have fun' said Alison, with a leer at me as we left the house and
made our way to the stables. `That's what I plan to do,' I thought to
myself. Once the little girl and I got to the stables, she led me by
the hand into one of the stalls. Closing it behind her, she opened
her arms and I folded her in a kiss. Our lips met and mingled for a
moment, and then she dropped to her knees and, kneeling in the clean,
sweet-smelling straw, pulled my tracksuit trousers down and freed my
already stiff penis. She licked and kissed me for a few minutes,
until I was about ready to squirt the first of what I hoped would be
several loads of come. But, sensing my impending orgasm, Penny broke
off her caresses.
`I really am going to teach you to ride' she said. `And, depending on
how well you do what I say, I'll reward you.' At the words `reward
you' the thirteen year old suggestively drew her finger down the
smooth beige cloth that tightly hugged her pussy. `Down to business'
she said. `You can begin with William. He's very well-behaved, just
right for a beginner.'
Attaching a lead-rein to the horse, Penny spent the next twenty
minutes showing me a few basic techniques. `That's not bad' she
said. `Get down, now, and we'll see about a reward.' Eagerly, I got
down off the animal, which stood there docile, waiting for its next
command. Penny once more knelt at my feet, and fumbled for my cock.
Easing it out of my boxers, she began to lick and caress it, and it
soon grew erect and hot in her succulent little mouth. Then, sliding a
finger up behind my legs, she added extra stimulation by sliding it in
my arsehole. I thrust forward in pleasure at this, rapidly
approaching my orgasm. But again, as before, she left me there,
plateau'd a little way from the peak. `Must keep you eager to learn'
she said, with a wicked grin at me. As she eased up my boxers she said
`You like the feel of something in your arse nearly as much as I do,
don't you?' she asked.
`I like everything you do to me, little one' I said, evading her
question slightly. She gave me a wry look at this.
`Time for the next lesson. I'll demonstrate a few moves,' she
announced.
`I like all your moves!' I said.
`There'll be time for that later' she replied, in a mock-scolding
voice - but, really, she was pleased by my constant and strong desire
for her. I helped her mount her own horse, taking the opportunity to
caress her thighs and sweet pert arse as I did so. She wriggled back
against my questing hands as she felt my touch, before easing herself
fully into the saddle. `It's worth looking at how the horse moves'
she said. `That way, you'll better be able to feel what it's doing
when you ride it.' She proceeded to show me a variety of paces,
explaining what to look for. This continued for ten minutes or so,
and then, seemingly all at once, she was on the floor of the arena. I
knelt at her side. `Pen - Penny, are you okay?'
`Ooh, my head' she groaned - `some teacher I am - can't even stay on
my own horse.'
`How badly are you hurt?' I asked, undoing the strap on her helmet.
`I'll live' she said - `but I think today's lesson is over.'
`Let's go home, then' I said, giving the girl my arm. Together, we
walked up the lane back to her house.
`You're back already?' asked her mother, in some surprise.
`She fell' I explained.
`That's unlike you, Pen,' said her mother. `Did you hurt yourself?'
`My head aches' said her daughter - `I'm going to lie down. David,
come and get your jacket.' I followed her up to her room, and quickly
changed into the clothes I'd arrived in. Sitting on the bed, she
watched as I shucked off the tracksuit bottoms. `Come here' she said.
I walked over to her, and she reached her slender fingers inside the
fly of my boxers. Easing out my cock she took it between her lips and
kissed and gently nibbled at it. In an instant I sprang to full
thickness, filling her warm mouth. Tousling her hair, I revelled in my
pleasure. But, for the third time that day, she teased and did not
satisfy me. When she judged I was close to coming, she took her mouth
off me and said `that's just to keep you keen'
`For what?' I asked.
`For your own good' she replied, cryptically. I gave her one more
kiss, playfully biting a breast through her white blouse, before
leaving her to undress and rest. As I walked home I felt the fires
of the unsatisfied desires she had raised in me. When I reached my
house, I felt in my pocket for my doorkey, but my hand closed upon
nothing. I searched my other pockets, to no avail. Even though there
wasn't much need for security in this small and peaceful village, I
was sure I had locked the door when I'd left. But perhaps I was
mistaken. I tried the door and, indeed, found it unlocked. Yet my
keys were not hanging up on the hook where they would be if I'd left
them at home. As I stood in the hall pondering this, I heard a voice
from upstairs. But I was not worried, for as soon as I heard it, I
recognised it - its was Isabella's voice. Indeed, far from being
worried, I was intrigued, wondering what she was doing here, and who
she was talking to. I slipped off my shoes and crept up the stairs as
quietly as I could. I could now here two voices coming from my room,
and, as I approached my cock swelled as I thought of what I hoped was
happening in my bedroom.
Creeping up to the top of the stairs, I peeped round the banister. The
door to my room was open. Now, I could see two pairs of shoes on the
floor of my bedroom, and a top. I recognised this at the same time I
recognised the second voice: it was Peter's. My cock grew harder as I
thought of what I might see if I played my cards right. Creeping down
the corridor, I slipped into the computer room, which was next door to
my bedroom. I stood behind the door of this room, and looked through
the gap where the hinges were. This gave me a perfect view of the
bedroom mirror, and in it, the bed, while at the same time hiding my
peeping from any but the keenest observation.
The two young lovers sat side by side. Peter was bare-chested, and
Isabella's lilac shirt half-undone, revealing the straps of her
matching lilac bra and just the top of its cups. As the two leaned
forward and kissed, Peter began to undo further the girl's shirt,
exposing more fully her breasts, which were fuller-grown than
Penny's, round, firm and ripe. Easing the shirt off her shoulders,
Peter exposed the girl's upper body and began to fumble at her
bra-strap.
`Let me do that' she said, amused by his inept attempt at undressing
her. With one deft move of her fingers, she undid the brassiere, and
slipped it off, exposing her sexy, taut breasts. `I'll have to teach
you how to undress me more sexily' she said - `look, it's easy.'
With that, she pushed him down on the bed, and kissed her way down to
his crotch. Deftly, she slipped undone the button on his jeans, and
eased down the zip. As the denim parted, his prick bulged up,
straining against his blue underpants. Kissing him through the
material, she eased herself down to the foot of the bed, and smoothly
slid his trousers off him, kissing his feet as she eased down his
socks and dropped them on the floor. Moving back up, she rubbed the
palm of her hand over his excited prick taughtly outlines against the
blue fabric of his underwear. `There - see? - it's easy' she said,
kissing him. `Now, you do that to me.' Isabella laid back on my bed,
and I watched, my hard cock in my hand, as her young boyfriend began
to take off her trousers. Like she had done, he kissed her belly
before undoing the button of her trousers, but he did it with less
grace, and more obviously uncontrolled excitement, than she had shown
to him. As he peeled off the skintight trousers, her panties were
exposed. They, like her bra, were lilac, made of satin or silk, to
judge by the lustre which I could see from my view in the mirror.
`Oh, wow, you're so sexy, Iz' breathed Peter. `I've dreamed of this
for so long - are - are you sure?' he said, hesitatingly, not really
wanting to ask the question, in case the answer should be `no.'
`Of course - I want it, I want you to be my first- I want to be your
first - it's safe here, my parents can't hear us, and Pen said she'll
keep David occupied all afternoon - I want to explore you, feel you.'
I almost gasped in surprise as I heard these words. By them, the
variety and strength of Penny's sexual imagination was exposed more
fully than it had ever been. First of all, she had arranged for her
sister to experience the delights of love for the first time, to lose
her virginity. That incident before Penny and I went riding was now
explained - she must have run into her sister's room to give her the
housekeys which she had taken from my jacket pocket. And then she had
double-crossed her sister, faking a fall from her horse so that I'd go
back home and catch her. Briefly I wondered why she'd want her
sister's lovemaking interrupted. And then it became clear to me. The
teasing caresses that Penny interspersed her lessons with were not
really `a reward' - they were intended to do just what they had done,
to fire up my passions. But as I thought of how she'd teased me, I
felt a jolt of excited revelation in my guts. The words she'd said in
response to my reaction at her running her finger into my arse and
came back to me with the utmost clarity - `You like the feel of
something in your arse nearly as much as I do, don't you?' My cock
bounded even stiffer as the full extent of Penny's plan became
obvious. Clearly, she intended me to interrupt her sister and her
boyfriend because she wanted me to join in with fucking them. With
fucking them both.
Oh, perverse as the idea was, it appealed to me. Isabella shone with
the sexiness of approaching womanhood - and Peter, with his
milky-white skin, was handsome and slender. As I peeped on the two
young people about to make love for the first time, I knew that I
wanted the boy as much as the girl.
`Let me see it again' said Isabella, grasping the boy's underpants and
rolling them down his smooth legs. Peter lay back, his head on the
pillow, and as his prick was freed from its constraints, it bounded
upwards, slapping against his belly before coming to rest at an angle
just above. I stared at his young cock in admiration. Stiff and
slender, it was as white as marble. There was a light growth of hair
around its base, which highlighted rather than obscured his balls.
Taking his cock between her thumb and forefinger, Isabella gently
moved the skin up and down, peeling it back to expose the full extent
of its light pink head.
`Oh, yes, Iz, that's great, I love it when you do that.'
`Time for something new, then' replied the fourteen and a half year
old girl, opening her mouth and bobbing down to take his young prick
inside. She kneeled at right-angles to his prone body as she sucked
him, and, as she began to move her lips up and down on his cock more
rapidly, her hair fell forward over her head and obscured the sexy
sight from my view. I cursed under my breath at this - but my anger
was soon replaced by shock. Isabella swept the hair back over her
head and then, looking directly into the mirror, an still sucking her
boyfriend's cock, she held out her arm. Extending a forefinger, she
crooked it back and forth in a `come-here' gesture. I was very much
taken aback by this, but I told myself she was just playing out some
obscure fantasy. She gestured again. I held my breath and did not
move. Then, she slipped her lips off the stiff young cock in her
mouth and, still looking at the mirror. Mouthed my name - `David.'
Even in the back-to-front reflection, I could make out the word
clearly. Whatever elaborate sexual plan was going on here, it seemed
to involve more than just Penny's machinations.
Never one to refuse a sexual encounter, I hastily threw off most of my
clothes, and, wearing just my boxers, softly walked into the room.
Isabella had once more returned to blowing her boyfriend, but as I
came into the room she took her mouth off him and said `I want you to
keep your eyes closed.'
`Mmm' groaned the young boy by way of reply. Isabella held her fingers
to her lips, making a `shh' gesture. Then she indicated that I should
kneel on the floor by the side of the bed. `That's it, eyes closed'
she repeated to her boyfriend, to mask the sound of me kneeling down
by him. Once more she carried on sucking him, brushing her hair over
her head and keeping her eyes on mine while she sucked him. As her
mouth moved up and down on his eager young penis, I could see the
light blue veins in it, throbbing excitedly under the marble-white
skin. `That's it, that's it' she whispered to Peter, moving a hand to
caress his balls. I watched as she ran her fingers over his young
scrotum, moving his balls around in the lightly-haired sack. Lifting
her head almost all the way off his cock, she dipped her tongue into
his piss-hole, licking up the clear pre-come that leaked from it.
Then she placed her hand at the back of my head, and pushed me forward
gently. I knew what she wanted, and I was as eager for it as she was.
`Mmm, Iz, Izzy, don't stop, put your mouth back' moaned Peter. That
was all the invitation I needed. Stooping forward and opening my
mouth, I slipped my lips over the young boy's virgin cock. As I went
down on him Isabella moved her hands away, leaving me to take over
entirely. She watched, bright eyed, fascinated, breathing heavily as
I toyed with her boyfriend's balls and sucked his pretty young prick.
`Mmm, Izzy, that's it, that's it, that's even better, yes, mmm, like
that,' said Peter. Isabella's expression changed to one of mild pique
as she heard the young boy's unwitting approval of my skill. But this
lasted only a moment, for, as I continued to blow him, the expression
of lust returned to her face, and she slipped a hand inside her
panties, beginning to masturbate as she watched me taking my pleasure.
`Ah, that's good, Iz, that's so good, so good' moaned the boy. `I'm
going to come soon, I'm going to come, can I come in your mouth, can
I?' I glanced at Isabella. I could see the hesitation on her face, as
she decided which was the greater pleasure - to have her boyfriend
come in her mouth, or see him come in mine? `Can I, Iz, can I?' he
repeated. Isabella made up her mind, shaking her head, No. I was torn
between reluctance to stop blowing the young boy's sweet hot penis and
the desire to see him come in Isabella's mouth. But, after all, she
was his lover, so I slid my mouth off his cock. `Can I, Iz, can I?'
he repeated.
`Of course' she said, in her soft, sexy voice. `Of course.' She
swooped back down over his prick, enveloping the tender flesh with her
warm, loving mouth. I moved my hand away to let her massage his
scrotum, but she caught hold of it, and pushed it back. As she sucked
him, I fondled his testicles, getting off on their warm, smooth feel,
and the soft brushing of his first growth of pubic hair against my
fingers.
`Oh, god, yes, Izzy, Izzy, that's even better, better and better, yes,
oh, I love you, yes' said Peter, his voice thick with ecstasy. As he
spoke, the girl flashed a glance of triumph at me - `There!' her eyes
seemed to say -`Now who's best?' The idea had its own erotic appeal
- that she and I were competing to see who could suck the young boy
off more pleasurably.
`Mmm, yes, here it is, y-e-e-s-s-ssss' moaned Peter, his voice rising
as his orgasm began. I felt his balls jump and throb as they began to
pump out his fresh, young come. Sexy though this feeling was, I did
envy Isabella, who was about to feel the sensation of a penis
ejaculating between her teeth, about to feel the hot liquid splash
against the roof of her mouth. Peter's balls continued to spasm under
my fingers, and I saw his cock twitch and swell a little as the come
shot up it. I waited in delight for the sound of his semen firing
into Izzy's eager mouth, and as I heard the wet, fast splash of it as
it exploded into her, her eyes opened wide in a mixture of surprise
and excitement. After a second or two, in which I could still hear
the eager squirts of his orgasm, Isabella began to swallow it down. I
saw her throat work as she drank his fresh load of come, the look of
surprise on her face replaced by one of keen desire.
`Oh, yes, that's so good, so good' muttered her boyfriend - `I love
you Izzy, oh, I love you.' As his orgasm trailed off Isabella
swallowed the last spurts of his come, before easing his wilting cock
from between her lips, now shiny where some of his jism had leaked
out. He let out a big sigh of breath, saying, `Ah, Izzy, thank-' then
he opened his eyes, and the `..you' tailed off as he registered my
presence. Scrambling into an upright position he gasped `what - what
the - what are you...? Oh, god, I -..' Then the flow of words tailed
off again as he registered the fact that I was almost naked, and that
my cock, hard and fiery, poked out of my boxers. `Izzy - what's going
on?' he asked, his expression of shock giving way to one of
bafflement.
`What's going on, Peter,' she said, with a sweet smile at the confused
boy, `-is that we're having fun. And so were you - when you said
`don't stop' it wasn't me who took over - it was him!'
`But- but - I - I' he stuttered - `I'm not-'
`Don't say that -' said Isabella -`don't use labels - you enjoyed, it
didn't you?'
`Well - y-e-s' said Peter, unsure - then, `Yes, I did' more firmly.
`And anyway' replied Isabella, giving him a playful poke in the ribs -
`Edward talks to Ellie, and Ellie talks to me.' Peter flushed red at
this. Edward was Eleanor's boyfriend, and I was pretty sure I
understood what Izzy's comment meant - there had no doubt been a bit
more than just schoolboy friendship between the two young boys.
`I - I-' he began to protest.
`Don't bother' said Izzy, matter of factly. `Why do you think Ellie
tells me everything, hmm?'
`You - mean - you and your sister, like me and..?' Again, his words
halted to a stop in confusion.
`Of course!' she said, with a bright laugh. As he considered this
information, Peter's cock began to stiffen. `Ooh, you like that idea,
do you?' said the girl. `Well, if you're a good boy, we'll see - but
now I think you owe me something in return?'
`In front of him?' said the boy, a little nervously, his stiffening
cock wilting again.
`Ah, I'll soon make you so you can't help yourself,' said the girl,
once again dropping her head between his legs and lifting his cock
into her mouth with a quick scoop of her tongue. Using her lips and
fingers, she soon had Peter stiff and eager. `That's better,' she
said, approvingly. `You know what to do now?' With that, she down on
one side of the bed. Peter stooped over her and sucked her pretty lips
and tongue. He shifted his attention to her firm, young breasts,
kissing and nibbling her nipples to peaky hardness. `Oh, yes, that's
good, that's good' said the fourteen and a half year old. As her
excitement rose, a flush of blood spread across her upper chest.
`Time for something new' said Peter, mimicking the words she'd spoken
to him, and moving down to her lilac silk panties, which were already
showing a damp patch, caused by the young girl's excitement at her
approaching deflowering. After kissing this damp patch, Peter slid her
underwear down, revealing Isabella's cunt, well covered with
neatly-trimmed hair. I took her panties from his hand, pressing their
crotch to my nose to inhale Isabella's scent, and feeling the damp
warmth of her against my face as I did so. I wrapped the oily-smooth
cloth around my cock as I watched Peter go down on his girlfriend.
Tentatively, he kissed her cunt, and, as she moaned and writhed at
this, he became keener, poking his tongue out and tasting her
properly. Learning quickly, he used his fingers to spread her lips
apart, so that he could penetrate her more deeply.
`Oh, yes, that's good, that's good' said Isabella, in ecstasy -`put a
finger in me.' Peter, his hard, slender cock bobbing between his legs
in rhythm to his movements, did as she asked. Isabella writhed in
pleasure. `Yes, yes, that's good, that's so good.' But Peter, young
and eager, had little time for foreplay. He wanted to fuck her -- and
to judge by her reaction as he changed position, she was equally keen
for it. `Oh, yes, do it, fuck me, fuck me, I want you to fuck me.'
Moving between her legs, Peter held the eager tip of his cock up
against her pussy, which was puffy and moist with her arousal.
`I'm not - er- I don't know -' said the young boy.
`Let me' she replied, knowing instinctively what he meant. Placing a
hand on his cock, she guided him into her. `That's it, that's right'
she said. `Now, push, gently, gently, it's my first time too.' Moving
her hand up and placing over his smooth, white, buttocks, she gently
pressed down, indicating the speed at which he should penetrate her.
Smoothly, snugly, he slid forward into her virgin cunt. `Mmm, that's
it, that's good' she sighed, as he penetrated her fully, filling her
cunt with his young cock. Peter began to thrust in and out, and I
watched in delight as the two youngsters fell into a natural rhythm,
Isabella moving her hips in time with his. My stiff cock drooled
pre-come at the sight of their love-play, and I decided I wanted more
stimulation than just the slinky feel of Isabella's kickers around it.
Getting off the bed, I moved round to the other side, so that I was
standing close to them as they made love. At first, I crouched on my
knees, to get a close-up view of Peter's prick sliding in and out of
her clasping vagina. Then I moved a little up the bed, to watch as
they kissed, mingling lips and tongues, moaning into each other's
mouth. Standing up a little, but still half-crouched, I took hold of
my stiff, fat prick and, thrusting my hips forward, began to wipe it
over the two young lovers as they kissed and petted. I traced a trail
of clear pre-come down Peter's smooth, hairless cheek, dragging my
swollen cockhead down, further down, across the side of Isabella's
face. Still holding the shaft of my excited cock, I smeared patterns
of pre-come across both their faces, tousling first the boy's hair,
now the girl's. I felt Peter turn his head from side to side, rubbing
against my stiff penis as it moved though his short, brown hair. When
I dipped it down towards Isabella, she broke off kissing her boyfriend
and, twisting her head to one side, opened her mouth for me. I pushed
my cock between her lips as Peter shucked down the bed to pay more
attention to her breasts. As he caressed and nibbled her, she swirled
her tongue around me, sucking gently as she licked up the pre-come.
Then, she put her hands under Peter's arms and pulled him back up the
bed. He knew what she wanted, and as his face drew level with hers, he
tentatively opened his mouth. Isabella put a hand behind his head and
pulled him forward and, no longer resisting, he began to kiss the
sides of my cock as I slid it in and out of her mouth. This double
stimulation was wonderful, and I knew it would not take much of it to
make me blast a load of come down the girl's throat. But I wanted to
prolong the pleasure, so I slipped my cock out from her between pearly
teeth and red lips. The two young lovers returned to kissing each
other, and I once again began to wipe my drooling cock over them. This
time, I moved down their bodies, smearing a glittering trail of clear
liquid all over their skin. I dragged my cock across the smooth white
skin of Peter's back as he gently thrust in and out of Isabella's
pussy, and then I swooped down and squeezed it between their
pressed-together bellies, spreading thin trails of liquid over them
both. After a moment of that, I withdrew, to stave off my orgasm yet
longer. When its approach had subsided a little, I got up onto the
bed, and carefully positioned myself over them both, my legs over
Peter's thighs. He rubbed his milky-white arse up against me as he
pushed in and out of the girl, but the offer to fuck him - if that was
his offer - came a little too soon. I wanted to draw out our
love-play yet further. So, reserving my first sight of his arsehole
for a while longer, I spread my knees a little wider apart and reached
down to spread apart Peter's legs, which now lay between mine as he
fucked his girlfriend. He responded to my coaxing easily enough, and,
parting his legs along with Isabella's, I manoeuvred myself a little
so that I could rub the head of my cock over his scrotum as he slid
his young cock in and out of his girlfriend. His light, sparse pubes
rubbed against my cockhead as I did so, causing a sensation halfway
between tickling and keen pleasure. This had a telling effect on him,
and he began to take longer, deeper strokes in and out of the girl.
But as he withdrew his cock almost fully, I pushed down yet further,
bringing my glans directly against his shaft, which was moist with the
secretions of Isabella's pussy. The feeling of this stirred my
passions higher, and, placing my hands on his arse, I spread the white
buttocks to reveal his cute pink arsehole lying in between. It was
too tempting a sight and, moving my position once more so that I could
reach, I swooped down and brought my lips to the wrinkled little hole.
This was as new for me as it was for him, and for although there had
been some interaction between Andrew and myself, I knew that I was
going to go much further this time, I knew that I was going to add
pederasty to the catalogue of my experiences. Gently, I licked and
kissed he young boy's arsehole, wetting it thoroughly and then poking
my tongue up against it hard, overcoming its tight resistance. As it
yielded to the pressure and my tongue sank in, I knew that this boy
would, today, lose a second virginity. As I rimmed him, he slowed down
the thrusting of his prick, almost as if he was getting used to this
new, perverse pleasure. `Mmm, no, don't stop, don't' said Isabella. In
response to this, I moved away from the boy, letting him concentrate
on his first, more proper fuck. Isabella's hands slid back down to his
hips, and once more the two youngsters began to moved together in
rhythm, exploring each other's bodies. Again, I crouched down by the
side of the bed to feast my eyes of the sight of Peter's smooth young
rod as it slid back and forth, lovingly clasped by the sweet lips of
Isabella's pussy. He made long, deep strokes into the girl, pulling
his cock almost all the way out, exposing its pink, tempting head,
before thrusting back in, pressing his balls up close to her pussy,
his belly hard against hers. `Oh, yes, that's good, that's good'
moaned Isabella. Peter didn't speak - he just groaned in pleasure as
he fucked her faster and faster. As he picked up speed, the wet, sexy
sound of the couple's love making grew in tandem with their rising
cries of ecstasy. `Oh, yes, that's it, that's good, faster, like that,
faster' said Isabella, between gasps of pleasure.
`Iz, Izzy, yes, god, I love you, want you,' replied Peter. `You feel
so good - so great - oh, yes - I'm going to come - I'm going to come.'
`Yes, come, come, do it, I want to feel it, do it,' she said, jerking
her hips against his frenziedly. I reached between his legs and began
to play with his balls. This did it, and he slammed forward against
the girl, burying his cock deep in her as he ejaculated. I could feel
his balls contract under my fingers as he squirted jet after jet of
his young come into Isabella. His hips jerked and trembled as he
orgasmed.
`Oh, yes, I can feel it, feel you' said Isabella, as she approached
her own orgasm. While Peter was still coming, I snaked my hand under
his belly and reached for the girl's clitoris. One delicate sweep with
my finger was enough to set off her orgasm `Oh- god- yes- I'm
coming - ah, ahhh' she moaned, riding out her pleasure. As Peter's
orgasm dwindled, he fell forward onto her chest. She wrapped her
hands around him, holding him close, as her own orgasm peaked and
faded.
`That was... wow... that was just great' said Isabella, glowing with a
sheen of perspiration. `That was just fantastic.'
But now, placing a hand on Peter's hip, I indicated that he should
move off Isabella. I wanted to experience the taste her
freshly-deflowered cunt mingled with that of his young come. He eased
his softened cock out of Isabella, and I went down on her. Parting her
lips with my fingers, I thrust my tongue into her as far as I could
reach, and began to suck out the mixture of her and her first lover's
juices. They made a heady mix, and my cock bobbed hard between my
legs as I savoured it. Peter sat cross-legged by my side, watching
with rising pleasure as I ate out his girlfriend. As I swirled my
tongue over Isabella's clitoris, I watched with pleasure as Peter's
sexy marble-white cock began to swell again. His next load of come was
going to be for me, I decided, reaching a hand out to grab his prick.
Peter, all hesitation lost, stirred his hips a little as he sat,
revelling in my touch. The sensation of giving cunnilingus to the girl
while masturbating the boy was just wild. A blob of sperm oozed up
out of the head of his penis, but even though he'd just come he was
clearly ready for more play. Running my hand up over the cute head of
his cock I smeared the liquid over his glans and my fingers, before
offering them to Isabella. She was watching in hot pleasure as I
toyed with her boyfriend's cock, and she eagerly licked his semen off
my fingers. This was stimulating enough, but I wanted more, I wanted
to taste him again.
Crouching between his slender white thighs, I went down on him, taking
his hard, adolescent, penis into mouth, running my tongue round the
young, engorged head. As I savoured his taste, I massaged his
lightly-haired scrotum and balls. He pressed a hand down on my head,
enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. Then, repositioning slightly,
I indicated that he should lie back on the bed. As he did this, I once
again took his slender prick in my mouth, but this time added to the
stimulation by reaching underneath and pressing a finger up against
his arsehole. I heard him take a sharp breath of surprise at this,
but I didn't let it stop me. I pushed my finger forward, easing it
into him up to the first knuckle. Letting it rest there, I carried on
sucking and licking him. Even though he had come just a little before,
I could tell that he was already approaching orgasm. Flicking my eyes
up briefly, I saw that Isabella had leant down to kiss him, and, as
the two kissed, I felt his balls begin to twitch. He came, firing
fast, eager jets of come into my waiting mouth. Hot and fresh, it
splattered against the roof of my mouth, filling me with the taste of
his young essence. I swallowed in delight, relishing in debauching
this pretty young boy. As his orgasm began to subside, I let his
softening sexy cock slip out of my mouth, and moved towards Isabella,
kissing her so that she could taste his come, too. As we met, she
thrust her tongue out, carefully licking all around my mouth, over my
tongue and teeth, tasting both him and me at the same time.
But now I was bursting with the need to come. Breaking the kiss, I lay
down on the bed. `Fuck me' I instructed the young girl. She, eager
for more pleasure, nimbly straddled me, holding herself above my rigid
prick. `Peter, you guide him in' she told her boyfriend and he, just
as eager to play, lightly took hold of my cock, holding it still as
Isabella settled down onto me. Being sheathed in her freshly
deflowered pussy was a wonderful sensation and, as she began to move
up and down on me, I knew I would not be able to last long. Peter sat
back to watch as his girlfriend made love to me, wanking himself back
to hardness as he did so. As the young girl and I coupled, he shifted
his position and pressed his finger up against her arsehole. `It feels
good' he said to her. She murmured her permission, and Peter ran his
finger into her wrinkled nether hole.
`Oh, yes, that's nice' she said.
`I told you so' was his reply. On hearing that, I resolved to show him
just how keen anal pleasure could be. But for now it was his
girlfriend's pussy that took all my attention. As she continued to
slide up and down on me, I reached up to caress her almost-grown
breasts, tweaking her nipples to further hardness. Tipping her head
back in delight she purred her pleasure, moving on me ever faster.
Peter, growing adventurous, tried to ease a finger between my
buttocks. But, as they were pressed to the bed by Isabella's eager
actions, he could not slip them apart. I barely noticed his attempt,
since I was rocketing towards orgasm.
`Ah, yes, here it is, I'm coming' I sighed, as the hot come rushed up
my prick into her snugly clasping pussy. Wiggling her hips eagerly,
the girl bore down on me hard as I began to shoot into her, falling
forward onto me and covering my mouth with hers as I ejaculated. But
from this position she was exposed. Peter, darting round, eased my
still-spurting cock out of her teenage pussy and brought his smooth
red lips over it, keenly sucking down the last few spurts of my come.
The delicate feel of this young boy's lips over my cock was
electrifying, so much so that my cock began to twitch and stiffen
almost immediately. He carried on licking and sucking me and, as he
did so, I reached a hand out to fondle his smooth prick. It leaped
under my touch, soon becoming hard, making clear the young boy's
adolescent powers of recovery. Slipping my hand off him, I reached
down between his legs, feeling back between his buttocks. Eager to
feel the sensation again, he lifted himself slightly, giving me
access. `I can show you something better' I said. I noticed Isabella's
eyes sparkle as I said this - she knew what I had in mind. Peter was
more na ve - but eager. `Better than a finger, I mean' I continued.
Then he understood, and his eyes opened wide. Getting off the bed I
went to the bathroom to get what I needed, a jar of vaseline.
Returning, I found the two young lovers locked in a sixty-nine, Peter
eating Isabella's pussy and she sucking his cock, both riding the
rising tides of passion. This was what I wanted - I knew any
nervousness Peter felt would be lost. At first I stroked and fondled
his cock as he slid it in and out of Isabella's mouth. As I did this,
I stroked one hand over the smooth white skin of his back, moving
towards his buttocks. Reaching them, I delved between, feeling the
heat of him against my finger. He pressed back against me, and I knew
it was time. Smearing the thick waxy lubricant over my prick, I got up
onto the bed behind him. Isabella was still sucking his cock, so I
kneeled with my legs on each side of her head. `Get on your hands and
knees' I told him. He did so, stopping the eager mouthlove he was
giving to the girl's succulent pussy and raising his haunches to her
mouth. Isabella stayed where she was, enjoying her close-up view of
what was about to happen. Raising her hands, she spread the young
boy's buttocks apart, and pressed a finger up against his wrinkled
arsehole. She pushed, and, feeling its resistance, reached to my
bedside table. Dipping a finger into the pot of vaseline, she smeared
some of it across her young lover's sphincter, working a finger inside
him as she did so. He moaned in pleasure at this penetration. Isabella
placed one hand round my eager cock, and, as she eased her finger out
of him, she moved me towards the target. Resting the bursting head of
my cock up against his wrinkled arsehole, I savoured the moment,
before beginning to push forward. The thick coating of vaseline meant
there was little resistance, and with surprising smoothness the tip of
my prick popped past his sphincter. Slowly, I slid it all the way in,
pausing once or twice where a sharp intake of Peter's breath indicated
the feeling was uncomfortable. But when my cock nestled in his
arsehole up to the balls, he let out a long sigh, saying `oh, yes,
that's so good.' Isabella, below us, watched bright-eyed as I gently
began to thrust in and out of her boyfriend. The moist warmth of his
virgin rectum was incredibly erotic, and his tight, elastic sphincter
grasped the shaft of my prick keenly. As I buggered him, she reached
up a hand and wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock as I thrust in
and out. With her other hand she masturbated him, causing the clear
bright precome that drooled from his cock to drip over her tits. But
after a moment of this she wriggled out from under us, and, turning
herself round, took his prick in her mouth. I could see that the
position was uncomfortable to her, and this gave me a new idea. I
stopped my thrusting and, keeping my cock buried inside his sweet, hot
arse, shifted my position slightly. Then, grasping him gently by the
hips, I changed into a sitting position and eased him down with me, so
that I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with him in my lap, facing
away, my rock-hard penis still inside him and his own, younger,
slender cock waving keenly between his legs. Eagerly, Isabella swooped
her mouth down over it, running her tongue around its shaft. Then she
moved her head back so that her lips were on the tip of his prick. He
began to move up and down, thrusting his cock between her sweet red
lips while at the same time fucking my stiff cock with his rectum. It
was a wild combination, and we all three rocketed towards orgasm. `Oh,
yes, yes, that's good' murmured Peter in his light, boyish voice.
`The best is about to come' I grunted, feeling the semen gather and
rise in my balls.
`I want to feel it on my face' whispered Isabella, taking her mouth
off his cock and starting to wank him. `Let me' I said, taking his
ivory-white cock in my hand and masturbating him quickly. I felt Peter
press back against me, and his voice catch in his throat. His balls
leapt and he began to come, his rectum contracting harder around my
eager prick as he did so. This set me off, and as the come erupted
from his sweet cock, mine fired thick jets of come inside him. My
coming at the same time as him looked and felt to me as if I was
ejaculating through him, as if my come rushing into his bowels was in
fact spurting up through his young cock and splattering his
girlfriend's eagerly awaiting face. The hot feel of his come on
Isabella's face nudged her over the edge, too, so that all three of us
rode the heights of sexual ecstasy at the same time, accompanied by
the wet sound of his semen as it gushed over the young girl's lips and
chin, and the moans of the two children they enjoyed their pleasure.
Both my cock and Peter's softened as we wound down from our orgasms.
Isabella, sated, lay back on the bed, her face and neck dripping with
come. Peter moved forward, lifting himself off my penis, and stooping
over his recumbent girlfriend. Reaching down, he kissed her, and then
began to lick up the starchy white come that lay spread over her. I
moved to the other side of her prone body, and between us, Peter and I
licked her clean. She sighed contentedly as we ate up the jism
splattered across her. When we had done, I noted my own come beginning
to seep from the slender young boy's still puffy anus. Scooping up a
finger of it, I offered it to Isalbella. She opened her mouth and
sucked my finger in. Peter, a glint in his eyes, revered his position
and squatted just a little above the girl's face. Poking out her
tongue, she laved him clean, making him sigh pleasurably. But even he
was exhausted by now, and though his cock twitched a little, further
sex play was beyond him.
This was perhaps just as well, for we had been a long time about our
pleasures, and if we were much longer, the youngsters' absence might
be noticed. Isabella didn't take long to clean up Peter - even in
spite of the thick length of my cock which had so recently penetrated
him, the regenerative and elastic power of his youth meant that his
arsehole had already closed tight. Rising from his crouching
position, the young boy lightly leapt to the floor, reaching down to
pick up his underpants. As he rolled them up his legs, Isabella sat
up, stretching her arms above her head. This lifted her sweet young
breasts, she reached them upwards slight, and heightened the smooth
curves of her belly. And, tired though I was, I felt a whisper of
electricity run through my loins as I contemplated this fresh and
beautiful fourteen and a half year old.
`Time to go!' she said, breaking my brief reverie.
Slipping on a dressing gown myself, I watched my two latest lovers
dress, Peter pulling up his trousers, Isabella easing up her panties
and picking up her bra. She pressed this to her breasts and moved
towards me, presenting her back. I took the cue and did up the clip,
kissing her shoulders and the nape of her neck as I did so. The two
kids were dressed soon enough, and, after kissing them both and then
sharing a three-way kiss, they left.
After our long bout of sex-play, my balls were aching. Though it was
only late afternoon, I opened a good bottle of Riesling and ran a
deep, foamy bath. As the hot water eased away the dull throbbing in my
testicles, I considered the day's events. I had added one more sister
to my list of lovers, and, for the first time, a boy. My mind drifted
back to that day when Penny's father and I had spied on her and the
chambermaid. I recalled Justine's words - `Some men like young boys,
too - often the ones that also like sexy little girls.' How right she
was.
But this new adventure was only a side-line, so to speak. Having by
now had Penny, her mother, her oldest sister, and with her youngest
sister certainly soon to be mine, I began to think about the two
remaining girls, Eleanor, also fourteen and a half, and Ruth, who was
a few months away from her fourteenth birthday. I was sure by now they
would be just as highly sexed as their siblings. They were my obvious
next conquest. Both were cute and sexy in their own different ways,
both cried out to be ravished, to be debauched. The though of seducing
each of them was appealing - but even more stimulating was the idea of
a grand orgy, involving all the girls, their parents, and even
whatever boyfriends were to hand. This, though, would take some
working out. The first steps, however, were clear enough -- to fuck
the two girls.
These thoughts and desires occupied me for an hour's soak, after
which, dressing, I walked to the pub - the pub where I had first seen
the five girls, where I had first been struck by Penelope's precocious
sexuality. When I got back home, slightly drunk, there were two
messages waiting for me on my answering machine. I played it back, to
Penelope's voice, speaking in a whisper. `I'm meant to be in bed, so
I've got be quick' she said. `Mummy thinks because I hurt my head, I
should stay at home tomorrow - and I will - because I want you all to
myself - and I want to hear all about what happened - I recognised the
look on Izzy's face when she got back!' The second message was from
Penny's father. He told me that I didn't need to come to work
tomorrow. All the paperwork from the trip had been finished, and there
was nothing to do. After a nightcap, I went off to bed, my dreams shot
through with fantasies of Penny and her sisters.
I woke with a sudden jump from these dreams at ten o'clock or so, to
find Penny, dressed in her `Angel' top and tracksuit trousers, lifting
the cover of my duvet, about to get into bed with me. She pouted. `I
was going to wake you up differently,' she said, licking her lips
suggestively, looking at my early-morning hard-on.
`Day off school?' I asked, my voice still thick with sleep, forgetting
the message she'd left on my answering machine.
`I told Mummy my neck was still sore from yesterday's fall' she said
brightly, skipping out of the room, calling back `I'm going to make us
a cup of tea,' as I heard her feet drumming lightly down the stairs.
I drifted off back into a doze, to be woken after a few minutes by the
little girl shouting up from below `I want sugar - where d'you keep
it?'
`Cupboard above the fridge,' I shouted and, rubbing the sleep from my
eyes, sat up. On my bedside table, I noticed a manila envelope,
bearing Penny's name and address, covered with French stamps. I picked
it up to look at it. On the back was the sender's name - `Justine
Macquart' and then her address. As I read it, Penny came into the
room, carrying two cups of tea. `It's from Justine!' she said,
perkily. `She promised she'd write. We can read it together.'
But here Penny had forgotten that she'd not told us much about her
second, longer encounter with the chambermaid. `I didn't know you two
made such good friends' I reminded her.
`Oh - well - you know... said the little girl, trailing off into
silence. But after a pause she spoke again. `She came back and we did
- what Mummy and you and I did - for a couple of hours - and she told
me she and her Daddy - you know - and said she'd write to me.' Penny's
explanation was somewhat garbled - but, having seen what I'd seen, it
made enough sense.
`There was no need to hide it from us, was there, little one?' I
teased her, gently.
`No' she said, thoughtfully - `but I was just a little shy, that's
all.' Letting the matter go at that, I peeled back the duvet, patting
the bed to invite her into it. Kicking off her shoes she moved to join
me. `Top and trousers in bed?' I asked.
`You're right' said she, a sparkle in her eyes. Nimbly she slipped off
her outer clothes, exposing her bra and panties, a matching set in
white satin trimmed with pink flowers, with a red bow at the top of
the knickers. Then, jumping into bed with me, she pulled the duvet
over herself. Holding it in both her small hands, she bunched it up
against her neck, so that most of her tempting young body was hidden.
Turned to look at me with an expression of cute innocence in her eyes,
she said `What about a good-morning kiss?' Leaning towards her,
holding a hand to the back of her head, I obliged, pressing my lips
over hers, as she explored my mouth with her tongue. A few seconds of
this and she let go of the duvet, so that her pretty white bra was
once more exposed. Reaching under the duvet, she felt for my
still-hard cock, rubbing her fingers up and down it. `Mmmm' she moaned
into my mouth. Then she broke the kiss and dived under the duvet,
searching out my cock with her mouth. Taking it between her lips, she
licked around the head, but only for a few seconds. Pulling away, but
still under the duvet, she said `It was like that when I came in.
Were you thinking of me - or Izzy? Or Mummy?'
`Of you, little one' I laughed. `But a man's prick is often like that
in the morning.'
`Why?' she demanded, popping up from under the duvet.
`Because, little one,' I said, tracing my fingers gently over her
satin-clad breast `because, he needs to piss.'
`Ooh!' she said, with an excited little wriggle - `you need to?'
`Yes - but I'm too comfortable and warm here with you to go just now.'
`I wouldn't let you, anyway,' she announced. `You're going to save it
for me. After we read Justine's letter.'
`Whatever you want, sexy' I agreed, anticipating a keen morning's
sexual pleasure.
With that, the little girl eagerly opened the envelope. There was
thick letter, along with another, more slender, envelope. On this was
written `These first - just to get you in the mood.' Penny tore it
open, and out fell a set of photographs. The first of the showed
Justine standing on her own, in a garden, with high walls of pale
stone. She was surrounded by drooping willows, and then sun shone
brightly. Penny pressed the photo to her lips and kissed it. `I miss
you,' she whispered. In the second photo, Justine was joined by an
older woman, with long, brown hair. The likeness made it obvious that
this was her mother. Justine had her arm around the older woman's
waist. The third photo showed them both changed into swimming-suits,
but still in the sunny, walled garden. The fourth -- as we both hoped
-- showed mother and daughter naked. In the next picture, they were
joined by a young man, a little younger than Justine. `That must be
Julien, her brother,' supplied Penny. The boy was slender,
well-muscled, dark-haired, and his prick was half erect. The next
picture showed Justine kneeling at his feet, with his now stiff cock
in her mouth, and another picture had the mother in the same position,
sucking her son's excited penis. In this one, however, another man was
shown, and his stiff cock was in Justine's mouth. He must have been
her father. I wondered who, then, was taking the photograph, but this
was answered by the last of the pictures. It showed Julien kneeling at
the feet of a young girl, with short brown hair, his tongue thrust
into her pussy. `That's probably his girlfriend' mused Penny. `You and
Justine certainly had a heart-to-heart, didn't you?
`It was more than that!' said Penelope, with a wicked sparkle in her
eyes, as we turned to the letter.
`Dearest Penny-
How I miss you, your sweet sexy body!
I have sent just a few pictures of me, Maman, Papa, and Julien, so
that you will be able to visualise them as I tell you all about us.
They're only to put you in the mood, a little. Soon, we will make a
video and send it to you. But for now, I will continue my tale where I
left off before - ah, when I had just tasted you, little one! How I
miss that taste, your sexy little body, your imagination.
Now I think I had told you only up until the night Maman came to my
bedroom, and when I first made love with both my parents. Ah, it was
then I first knew how much pleasure there was to be had in both a male
and a female lover. I recall waking, later on that first night, to
feel Papa's hard prick pressed up against me from behind. I was lying
wrapped in Maman's arms, and he had a hand over my shoulder, his chest
resting gently against my back. I lay there, in a translucent doze,
for what seemed like hours, between sleep and wake, just enjoying the
feel of his hard cock nestled between my buttocks, and the soft warmth
of his breath on my neck. This pleasure was doubled by Maman, her arms
round me, her hair mingled with mine, her breasts nestling against
mine. I lay there in the arms of my parents, my lovers, in a world of
forbidden ectasty. From time to time I would move softly, either
pressing back to work Papa's cock yet closer between my buttocks, or
forward, to feel the soft springy curl of Maman's pubic hair as it
brushed against my lighter growth. Ah, my Penny, in all the times I
have fucked my parents and my brother since then, nothing quite
captures that magic of that first night.
But this night came to an end, and I remember waking up to the
sunlight coming through the window and the sound of birdsong outside.
Maman and Papa were still asleep. At first, I just lay there, enjoying
being with them. But after a few minutes, the sun rose a little
higher, and fell across Maman's face, she blinked and woke up. At
first, she was a little dazzled by the bright light. But then, moving
her head down the bed a little, she opened her eyes fully, and, on
seeing me, smiled the most beautiful smile. I remember how she
breathed in a deep sigh of contentment, before leaning forward to kiss
me. At first she just pressed her lips softly against mine, but after
a moment I felt her tongue press up against me, pushing its way into
my mouth. Willingly, I opened up, welcoming the intimate caress,
meeting her tongue with mine. As we once more explored each other's
mouths, I could tell we had woken Papa up, for his cock, which had
been lying softened against me, rapidly swelled and grew hard. Once
again, the power of his erection popped his cock deep in the crevice
of my buttocks. As I arched back against the sensation of my father's
cock, he slipped a hand round me, and began to tweak and caress my
nipples. I moaned into Maman's mouth in pleasure at my father's touch,
and my arousal just stimulated both my parents even more. Maman
reached down to my pussy, and spent a few moments running a finger up
and down my lips, before gently circling her fingertip over my
clitoris. This made me sigh and jump in delight. `Oh, yes, Maman,
Maman, that's so good, do me, take me there' I begged her. But she was
not going to satisfy me so quickly. Ah, she taught me it's good to
take time when making love! Moving her finger off my clitoris, she
once more began to caress my pussy lips. But this time she reached
lower, reached between my legs. I felt Papa shift position slightly,
and I could tell that Mama had taken the head of his stiff and eager
cock between her fingers.
I knew what was coming next, and between them both, they manoeuvred
Papa's prick into me from behind. He nestled up behind me,
spoon-fashion, as he slid his lovely thick cock into me. Ah, the
sensation of him filling me, of my body opening up and welcoming him
in, of my pussy yielding to his entry. Yet even in all my pleasure, we
were still very quiet, almost leisurely in our love-making. Papa had
not spoken a word, and moved in and out of me in deep, long, but slow,
strokes. Maman continued kissing me, tasting my tongue and lips, and
alternating between caressing my breasts, along with Papa, and
fingering my pussy.
I decided it was time to repay her pleasure, a little. I dropped my
hand down to her lovely pussy, running a finger through the thick,
luxuriant curls of her hair. She was already growing damp with
arousal, and my finger slid between her lips easily. I ran it upwards,
towards her clitoris, stimulating the little piece of flesh with my
fingernail. It worked, and her tongue, twirling in my mouth, stopped
momentarily, and then - gently, oh so gently - she bit down on my lip,
and I could feel the light press of her teeth, holding me as I
stimulated her. Sliding my finger away from her pussy, I slipped it
inside her as far as I could, making her arch back in joy. I timed my
strokes inside her to Papa's gentle thrusts in me, and, gently,
passionately, we all moved in symphony. The whole pace of this
encounter was different to that of the night before, it was quieter,
more leisurely, marked by soft sighs and murmurs. As I slid my finger
inside Maman, I used my other hand to gently circle her clitoris,
still in time to Papa's thrusts. Maman let out a longer sigh as I
began to touch her there, breathing `ah- yes - that's it, soon,
soon.' I stroked her at the same pace, building up the pleasure, and,
after a little while longer, she said `mm - yes - here it is.' She
trembled as she came, whimpering softly. As she did, Papa began to
come, too. He came almost lazily, reaching his orgasm like a
gently-opened champagne bottle, the come fizzing out of him
contentedly. The feel of his come inside me set me off, too, and we
all peaked together. It was a dream-like, almost ethereal interlude.
I could feel Papa's cock soften inside me as he stopped coming, and
Maman fell limp in my caress, pressing one more soft kiss to my lips.
As we broke our intimate coupling, I rolled over to face Papa for the
first time that morning, and he, too, pressed a kiss to my lips. After
the touch of Maman's soft skin, his unshaven face tickled me, but that
did not decrease my enjoyment of his tongue searching my mouth.
As he kissed me I felt Maman's hands caress their way down from the
nape of my neck and down over my spine towards my hips. Coming to a
rest on my buttocks, she slipped a finger between, and pressed it up
against my small hole, like she had done the night before. I still
found it a strange sensation, but already I liked it more than last
night. But after she'd felt me there for a moment, her hand moved
lower, and she ran a finger over my pussy, slipping it inside,
following the path of my father's cock before it. Gently, she stroked
me inside, as Papa continued to kiss me. She began to stoke my
passions up again, and I felt Papa's cock twitch and begin to rise
between my legs. Mama was aware of this too, for she broke off her
caress and said that if we didn't stop now we'd be in bed all day
long. I was a little disappointed, but not too much so, for I knew
there would be more.
I left my parents' bedroom and went to take a bath, lying back in the
hot water and washing myself as I thought over the pleasures of the
night before. When I was done, I dried myself and slipped my
night-gown back on. As I made my way back to my bedroom to dress,
Julien came out of his room, wrapped in a towel. He was still
bleary-eyed with sleep, but even so I looked at him with different
eyes. My earlier fascination about what it was he got up to in his
bedroom had been replaced, I realised, with fascination about him
directly. As he shut the bathroom door behind him, I felt a surge of
illicit thrill course through me as I knew what it was I wanted to do
- seduce him, like Papa had seduced me. All that day, I could hardly
take my eyes off him. It was a hard change to believe - just two days
before I'd been a virgin, and he had just been my brother. But now
that my sexuality had been tapped, I looked at him with far more than
sisterly eyes - I looked at him like a lover.
All through that day I couldn't stop thinking about him - I'd tasted
his come already, but that was just from a tissue in his waste-paper
basket. What I wanted now was to drink it directly from him. I took
every chance I could to touch him, to press up close. When Papa set
him to cutting the grass, I made sure to take him a drink, standing up
close behind him as I did so, and when he washed the cars, I helped,
making sure to get his shorts wet. When he went for a swim in the
pool, I lay on the lounger and watched him through my sunglasses. But
he barely noticed me. So I went to my room and changed into a
swimsuit, one I hadn't worn for a year or so. It was a one-piece suit,
deep, deep blue, decorated with a pattern of silver and gold stars and
moons, and it was a tight fit, just as I knew it would be. Pausing to
look at myself in the mirror, I smiled as I saw how firmly it hugged
my breasts, how smoothly it clung to my hips. It lay so tightly over
my pussy that I could see the crack . Ah, little one, vain though it
sounds, as I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see why my Papa
wanted to fuck me -- and Maman, too.
I returned to the pool where Julien, who had not even noticed my
departure, still swam up and down. I jumped in on top of him, pushing
him under the surface. It gave him a shock, and he rose spluttering
and a little angry. He grabbed me to hold me under the surface - but
as he did so I saw his eyes widen slightly as he took in the sight of
my too-small outfit. Then he blushed a little, taken aback, confused
- and I knew I had him - I knew he'd noticed me, like that. He gave me
a playful shove and said `You gave me a fright.' But as he pushed me
under the water he pressed up against me, and I could feel his cock
through his trunks, half-swollen. I pushed back against him, and felt
it twitch and grow a little more. As we rose to the surface, he was a
little out-of-breath, and I knew it wasn't just from our
play-fighting. `Bet you can't catch me!' I said, breaking away and
swimming off. And so for about an hour we fooled around. I knew just
what I was doing - teasing him, exciting him. But he couldn't tell I
knew he was turned on. Every time he pressed up against me, every time
he `accidentally' touched my breasts, or thighs, or even on one or two
occasions my pussy - he did it thinking I hadn't noticed. Ah, boys -
they're so obvious!
Many times I was tempted to stop playing, to wrap my arms round him
and press my mouth over his. I wondered how he'd react - what he'd do
to have his sister coming on to him. I could see it in my mind, the
two of us in our slight swimsuits, standing in the pool, arms wrapped
round each other, kissing, caressing, our hands exploring each other's
bodies. But if I'd kissed him he'd probably have panicked. I knew I
had to time my seduction just right - had to get him when he was more
turned on than he was now. I knew just the time, too - when he was
shut in his bedroom. After Papa's lessons, I knew very well what it
was he was doing in there. And so, right there in the pool, I decided
on my plan - the next time he went into his room I'd listen at the
door, and when I heard the sounds of his bed rocking I'd walk in - and
join in.
I didn't have long to wait - after touching me through my clothes in
the pool, the swelling in his trunks showed how much of an effect I'd
had on him. I knew he'd have been happy to stay fooling around with me
in the pool all afternoon, so I decided to move matters on. `I'm
getting cold' I lied, and got out of the pool. Picking up a towel, I
wrapped it round myself and went up to my room. Sure enough, a little
while after he came up. I watched through my keyhole as he went into
his room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Opening my door just
as gently, I walked towards his room. Still barefoot from the pool, I
made no noise at all as I walked across the hall - and I knew where
the creaky floorboards to avoid lay. Still in my swimming costume, I
crouched down in front of his door, and brought my eye to the keyhole.
Now as I told you, little one, normally he'd hang his school jacket
over the door, but this time, as he was just wearing trunks, he didn't
think to cover over the keyhole, so I had a clear view of his bed. I
saw him reach underneath it and grab a handful of tissues. Then,
sitting cross-legged on the bed, he arranged them in front of him. As
he sat, I could clearly see his cock under the black material of his
trunks. It stood up straight, pointing towards his belly. The trunks
were so tight that I could even see his cockhead outlined.
The sight of this was exciting enough, but I only had a moment of it
before he peeled his trunks down, letting his well-formed cock spring
free. It wasn't as big as Papa's, but it was somehow more elegant,
fresher-looking. Julien lay back a little against the headboard of his
bed, and began to run his forefinger and thumb up and down the shaft,
his eyes closing as he did so. I wondered what he was thinking about.
And almost as if he'd heard my thought he said just what I wanted to
hear -- `Justine.' I was torn between going in there and then, and
waiting and watching a little while longer. It was so exciting being
crouched there, watching him when he thought he was all alone, and my
pleasure was heightened because, in my crouching position, my
swimsuit, already too tight, was pressed even harder against my pussy,
parting my lips a little. But as he sat, fully exposed to my excited
view, slowly rubbing his cock, I made up my mind. Getting to my feet I
swiftly opened his bedroom door and stepped in, quickly but quietly
shutting it behind me. He looked at me, frozen, shock in his eyes. `I
- oh -what - er -,' he stuttered. I could see the colour rise in his
eyes, and knew he was about to get angry, so I moved forward to
prevent him. I sat by him on the bed, and he flinched, still
embarrassed.
`You were keen enough to get close to me in the pool' I said.
`What - what do you mean by that?' he stuttered. But rather than
reply, I gently placed my hand on his prick, which had begun to
soften. Under my touch it jumped, and Julien's eyes opened wide. `You
- I - what...' he said, tailing off in to silence. I began to run my
fingers up and down. He soon regained his hardness, and I could feel
the blood pumping. He loved it, and so did I. He was still wearing his
trunks, so I slipped them down until they lay around his knees,
allowing m to caress his balls at the same time. That drove him wild,
and his prick reared up against his belly. I knew it wouldn't take
long now, and I moved my fingers up and down him faster and faster.
Suddenly, there was a sharp intake of breath, and I knew he was about
to come. And, sure enough, he groaned and lovely white come began to
gush out of the head of his cock. But after tasting Papa's come, and
after tasting his a few days before from a tissue in his wastepaper
bin, I wanted to taste it fresh from his prick. So I let go of his
cock, and was about to take him in my mouth - but he didn't seem to
realise this. He took hold of his cock and aimed it at me, so that his
come splattered all over my swimsuit, covering the deep blue with
white. He fired long and hard, and I could feel each spurt through the
thin fabric. The sensation of my brother coming over me like this was
nearly enough to make me come myself. But then he aimed a little
higher, squirting come over my breasts, and then, higher still,
directing the last few shots over my neck. Feeling its warmth as it
splattered against my skin, and its strange, stimulating odour, was
enough to make me come, without even touching myself. Sitting on my
brother's bed, covered in his come, the surge of my orgasm washed over
me, thrilling me, filling me. Ah, but you know what it is like
yourself little one, don't you? I remember you wriggling under my
tongue and lips that day when I made you come!
But - to get back to my brother - I knew this was just the first and
(I hoped) mildest orgasm. `What a mess you've made!' I teased him. But
he had lost all his bashfulness.
`You'd better take your costume off, then' he said, bold, now as keen
as me to take our play further.
And so I began to undress for him, slipping off my costume to show my
brother my body. Slowly, I lifted the straps off my shoulders, rolling
it carefully down my body, inch by inch exposing my breasts to him. As
I did so, his prick began to stiffen and rise (you remember I told you
how younger boys can fuck again and again? Oh, how I wish you had a
brother - how I would like to see you fuck him!) Carefully, I peeled
the costume down to my waist, stopping once I had exposed my belly. I
didn't want him to see me all at once - it was more fun to tease him.
But he didn't feel I was teasing him - the sight of my breasts was
enough to thrill him, and make his cock spring to full hardness. I was
just as turned on, too, thrilled with the knowledge that soon I was
going to fuck him, fuck my own brother - take his virginity as my
father had taken mine just two days before. My nipples were achingly
hard - they felt to me almost as erect as his lovely cock. Julien's
eyes glowed as he took in the sight of his half-naked sister. `Oh,
Justine' he breathed - `you're so sexy - I want to touch you.'
`We're going to do far more than touch' I told him. `Come here.' I
opened my arms to him and he leaned forward, and, for the first time,
our lips met.
Now I thought I would have to teach him about kissing, just like I was
going to teach him how to fuck. But I was wrong - he was very good at
it. As his lips met mine, he ran his tongue against my lips, pushing
through and then licking over my teeth. I opened my mouth wider, and
he slipped his tongue inside, meeting mine. Holding and hand behind
my head, he kept me pressed close to him, and for a few minutes we
kissed passionately, the room filled with the quiet murmurs of our
rising passions and the soft smack of lips and tongues.
When we broke, I asked him `Where did you learn to kiss like that?'
And now he did blush a little bit. `Ah, you have found a girlfriend,
is that it?' I asked. He admitted that he had. I asked him who she
was.
`A girl in my class' he said. `You probably don't know her - Clara,
she's called.' But I did know the girl he meant - `Clara Rougon?'
`Yes' he said. `But kissing is all I know - she let me won't do
anything else.'
`I will let you do anything' I said - but I was half-thinking of
Clara, too. I didn't know her very well - only by sight, really, but
after my experiences of the last few days, I saw the image of her that
I had in my mind in a very different light. I realised with a sudden
rush of illicit thrill just how sexy she was. Even though I was just
about make love with my brother, I thought of kissing her, undressing
her, making love to her stimulated me, and I wished she was there
then, so that I could take Julien's virginity and then help him take
hers.
But I was snapped out of these reveries by Julien once again leaning
forward to kiss me. This time, as he searched my mouth with his
tongue, I took hold of his hands and placed them on my breasts.
`Gently' I whispered, as he began to caress me. And gentle he was,
too, feeling my breasts with fascinated caresses. Tracing his fingers
across my nipples, he breathed `They're hard.'
`Kiss me there' I told him.
`Can I?' he said, unable to believe it. But he didn't need telling
twice, and he leaned down and gently placed his lips on my breasts. He
was good at it, too - gentle but erotic. It didn't take long for him
to turn me on even more, and I was having the same effect on him. His
cock was again wonderfully stiff, beginning to leak the clear liquid
that comes first. I took it in my hands, delighting in its warmth and
firmness. He moaned in pleasure at this, softly saying my name. I
moved my hand up and down his shaft - he spoke further words of
pleasure, asking me to carry on. But I had other ideas, little one -
I'm sure you know what they were, too.
`Not with my hands, not this time' I told him. Again, his eyes opened
wide and, impossible though it seemed, I felt his prick stiffen yet
further in my hands. He looked at me with the question all over his
face. `Oh, yes, yes' I said. I got up off the bed and took my
swimsuit off, finally being naked for him. Eagerly he, too, tore his
trunks off. We were both naked now, brother and sister. The very
thought of it was almost enough to make me come - I was about to fuck
my own brother - brother and sister, brother and sister, I kept
thinking. I didn't even see him as `Julien' any more - just as my
brother, and me as just his sister, about to fuck him, about to be
fucked by him.
He sat back on the bed, looking at me in excited admiration. I knelt
on the floor, by the side of the bed, and, for the first time, took
his prick in my mouth. He almost yelped in surprise and pleasure at
this. My hair, still damp from the swimming pool, cascaded over his
groin. I was in paradise as I swirled my tongue around the hot, hard
flesh of his cock, feeling the firm yet spongy texture of his
cockhead, and the smooth groove of its rim. Dipping my tongue into the
hole at its top, I licked out all the clear liquid, before moving my
mouth down further, over the skin of the shaft, towards his
lightly-haired scrotum. I could feel the blood pulsing under the skin,
in time with his heart. I moved down until the tip of his prick was
pressed against the back of my throat and his pubes were pressing
against my chin. His hands were roving through my hair as I did this,
and he moaned in rapture, begging me not to stop.
But stop I had to, because I wanted to feel him inside m. Much though
I wanted to feel him come in my mouth, I wanted to feel him in my
pussy more. After having had Papa's prick inside me, I couldn't get
enough of being fucked. So, half-reluctant and half shivering with
excitement, I slipped his prick out of my mouth and moved up onto the
bed.
`Oh, wow' he breathed, as I positioned myself, my hips above his, his
lovely prick rearing hard up towards my pussy. Grasping its tip
between finger and thumb, I held it steady, and eased myself down on
him. I did this as slowly as I could, locking my eyes on his as I
went, easing him into me softly, gently. Ah! The feel as my pussy
yielded and stretched around him, the feeling as I settled down onto
him until I could go no further, until I was sitting on him fully!
Then I fell forward, covering his lips with mine, and we kissed
passionately as I eased my hips up and down on him, running his eager
prick in and out of me, experimenting with it, getting used to it -
getting used to fucking my brother. As we kissed, he ran his hands up
and down my body, caressing the curves of my waist, sliding up to my
hips to explore my the top of my thighs and my buttocks. He proved
himself to be a quick learner as he roamed around my body, for I felt
his fingers part my buttocks and explore my smaller hole. As his
finger pressed against me there, I was reminded of my unease when
Maman had done the same, but now I felt no such worry. Now, I wanted
to explore this sensation, too. I pressed back a little, and felt
Julien's finger begin to penetrate my arsehole. I knew then that I
wanted more up there than a finger. But that was for later, as I
wanted to feel him come in my pussy. Once again, I sat upright, so
that I could move up and down on him more quickly. As I did so, his
finger slipped free from my arse, and he moved his hand up to my
breasts, to once again play with them. Our eyes were locked together
as he did this, locked with the passion of lovers, not siblings. I
could feel my orgasm approaching, and his seemed to be close, too. As
I began to fuck him more rapidly, I moved my hips in small circles and
well as up and down. This was what it took to make him come. His mouth
opened wide in silent ecstasy as he began to shoot off in me. I could
feel the jets of his come rocketing up inside me, and as I felt this
I, too, began to come. I fell forward onto him, and, as we enjoyed out
pleasures, we kissed wildly. As our tongues mingled, I felt the jets
of Julien's orgasm begin to slacken. The frantic pace of our kisses
slowed as we came down from our highs. As I rolled off him, and he
held me in his arms, I was still tingling all over. Lovingly, he ran
his hand across my shoulders. `Justine' he murmured - `Oh, Justine,
that was - that was - thank-you.'
We lay together, kissing and cuddling, and I took his cock in my
hands, exploring the different feel it had when soft. But it didn't
stay soft for long, and, under my gentle touches, I felt it begin to
rise once more. I was pleased - I hoped he'd get hard again, because
as I toyed with him, I had been thinking about the delicate touch of
his finger on my arsehole. I wanted to explore that further. So I
continued to play with his prick, feeling it respond to me. But just
as he was getting nice and stiff and I was wondering how to get him to
do to me what I wanted him to do to me, we heard Maman's calling from
downstairs. `Julien' she called- `there's someone here to see you.' He
jumped at the sound of her voice. `I'm just changing from the pool' he
shouted back, garbling his words. `I'll be down in a minute.' He leapt
up off the bed and began to hurriedly dress. I smiled at his panic,
for I well knew that if our parents had been angry to find us like
this, it would only be because they had not seen me take my brother's
virginity. While he was dressing, I walked over to the window. `I
wonder who it is?' I said.
`Don't look!' he hissed- `someone might see you!'
`Oh, I'm sure they won't be looking up here' I replied, unconcerned.
But, even so, I stood back a little from the window, and peeped as
subtly as I could into the garden. I recognised his visitor. `It's
Clara' I told him.
`Damn' he said - `I was meant to meet her half an hour ago.' He had
dressed by now, and was about to go downstairs. But with his hand on
the door he paused, and smiled at me. `But I'm glad I was late!' Then,
he took a quick step toward me, folding me in his arms for one more
kiss. He held me tightly, so that my breasts pressed against his
chest, flattening slightly. `And anyway- what do I need her for now,
eh, big sister?'
As he ran downstairs I whispered the answer to myself - `Oh, you'll
find out, little brother, you'll find out...' Still naked, and still
with blobs of my brother's cooled come on my skin, I stood pressed
against his bedroom window, watching him walk away from the house hand
in hand in Clara. As they left my hand fell to my pussy, where traces
of his jism were still splattered. I traced a finger up to my
clitoris, circling it gently, my eyes as much on Clara's sexy body as
Julien's muscular form. `Soon,' I promised myself - `soon.'
Once they were out of sight, I picked up my swimsuit and headed for
the bathroom, to take another long bath, my second of the day, to
clean up - and fantasise about Clara and Julien. But after I'd been
soaking for about an hour, I heard the phone ring. `Justine - it's for
you' Papa shouted.
`Take a message!' I yelled back.
A few moments later, I heard footsteps approaching the door, followed
by a soft knock. `Personal delivery, please!' I said. The doorhandle
turned and Papa came in. `That was your brother' he said, casting an
appreciative glance at my breasts, half-visible through the suds. `He
wants to know if you'd like to go to the cinema with him and that girl
who called for him' As he gave me the message, I could see his prick
swelling in his trousers.
`I'll think about it' I said. `But right now, I'm thinking about
something else.'
`I can guess what' he said, stepping closer to the bath. Sitting up, I
reached for the zip of his trousers, and slid it down. I massaged his
stiff cock through the fabric of his underpants, teasing him. My
action caused it to swell and stretch the fabric further. Then I
reached up to a little, and, slipped them down. His prick bounded
free, pointing stiffly up towards his belly, in part held there by the
elastic of his underpants, which lay tightly over his balls, pressing
up against the base of his cock.
`That's it' he said to me - `you know what to do.'
And I did. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, worshipping
the fat head of his cock with my lips and tongue. As I had done a
little while before with my brother, so I did now to my father,
swirling my tongue round his penis, dipping it into the hole, licking
out the tasteless clear liquid. Keeping my lips clamped tightly to his
cockhead, I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, inhaling his deep,
masculine smell as I did so. Fired by the pleasure I was giving him,
he placed his hands on my head and pulled me towards him, forcing his
cock deeper inside my mouth. As his penis penetrated me, I could feel
the rim of the head as it scraped past my teeth. The friction of this
just inflamed him all the more, and he continued to drive his cock
into my mouth. It filled me up, more so than Julien's did. When it hit
the back of my mouth, I thought he would stop. But he did not. He
carried on pressing my head into his crotch, firmly, sure of his
desires. I felt a momentary panic as it began to choke me. But then
his prick slipped down my throat, and my feeling changed to one of the
dirtiest pleasure. It was my turn to moan, now, with my father's cock
forced down my throat and his hands on my head. At first, my chin
pressed against his balls, still constrained themselves by his
underpants. But, his hands still on me, he began to move my head back
and forward, fucking my mouth, fucking himself with my mouth. It was
so deliciously wicked! I worked a hand into his trousers and began to
squeeze his balls through his underpants, and, in this position, with
my fingers round his scrotum and his cock thrust down my throat, he
began to come. The force of his orgasm made his hips jerk a little,
and this pulled his cock out of my throat so that the head was once
again just between my teeth. His ejaculation was harder, fiercer, than
before, squirting into my mouth in briefer but more violent jets. I
don't know whether this was because he was turned on by the sight of
my soapsud-covered body, or by using me so basically to satisfy his
sexual desires - or just because his underpants were constricting the
flow of his come. Whatever the reason, I remember how much I loved the
feel of it, loved the taste of his hot, fresh semen. Ah, little one,
in the years since then I have fucked my family so many times it has
become a blur - but I remember every minute of those first days -
every encounter, every word that was spoken! As Papa filled me with
his come, I swallowed it eagerly, wishing it would last forever! But
after what seemed too short at time, he stopped spurting. He breathed
a long sigh of relief and withdrew his prick from my mouth. It was
still semi-stiff, and come dripped from the end of it. Holding it his
hands, he wiped the tip over my cheeks, smearing the last few drops of
his come over my face, drawing a trail of seed over me. `Put it back'
he told me. Eager to comply, I eased his now soft cock back inside his
underpants, and did up the zip of his trousers. The sexy encounter has
made me desperate to come - but Papa just said `More tonight, if
you're a good girl' and left the bathroom. I sank back into the water,
and, still buzzing with pleasure, began to masturbate. Of course I
knew just how to touch myself even then, and it didn't take long for
me to come. But my orgasm was not so satisfying as those I knew would
come later.
Naturally - or `unnaturally,' should I say? - I was keen to join my
brother and Clara at the cinema, so after I'd dried, I dressed in
casual gear - jeans, a top, and a light sweater, since it was getting
towards early evening - and met them at the rendezvous they had
suggested. But when I got there something seemed to be wrong, for they
were no longer arm-in-arm - it appeared they'd had an argument. And
indeed once we got inside the cinema, I ended up sitting in between
them - they were clearly sulking at each other. Julien, on my right,
whispered in my ear, and shed some light on the matter. `She's nowhere
near as nice as you!' By this, I gathered he'd tried some of the
things he'd done with me on Clara - obviously to her displeasure.
So there was rather a strained atmosphere as we settled down to watch
the film. Now the armrests of the seats in the cinema were the type
that could be raised. A little while into the action, when there was a
noisy scene on the screen, I noticed Julien slowly lift the arm of his
seat up. I wasn't surprised when, a moment later, I felt his hand
slide across and rest in my lap. I was as eager to feel his touch as
he was to touch me, so I slipped off the light wool jumper I was
wearing and dropped it in my lap. This was what he wanted, and I felt
his hand press down a little harder on me in recognition of my giving
him the secrecy he wanted for his explorations. His fingers fumbled
for my zip, and I could feel how he moved aside the narrow band of
cloth half-obscuring it, to grasp the puller at the top. This secured,
he slid it down in one smooth move. But he mistimed the action - for
just as he did so, the screen went quiet, and the sound of my zip
suddenly seemed very loud. I jumped and he paused - I think we were
both rather frightened by it. Of course the noise wasn't really that
loud, and since it was only late afternoon, there weren't many people
in the cinema anyway - certainly no-one in the two rows in front of
us. Yet it was certainly loud enough for Clara to hear, though if she
did, she gave no sign of doing so. Glancing across to see that she'd
apparently not noticed, Julien waited until the noise from the film
rose again, and eased my zip fully down. Then, easing his fingers
inside, he spent a moment stroking my panties, feeling their texture
and turning me on. But he was too eager to touch me more closely to
spend much time doing that. Reaching up, he eased down my panties and
placed his fingers directly on my pussy. Sat as we were, the position
was a little awkward, and he was just a beginner anyway - but the fact
that he was my brother, and that we were sitting next to another girl
as he felt me up, more than made up for it. As he explored me, I
remembered that when we fucked I'd taken all the initiative, and he
hadn't explored me as much as I had him. I could tell he was unsure
what to do. But I needed to come, so, placing my hand over his, just
divided by my sweater, I tried to guide him. I took hold of his wrist,
and eased his hand up a little. Then, singling out his index finger,
I helped him find my clitoris. He worked out what I was doing, and let
me guide him. It didn't take long for me to help him find the spot,
and, once I had his finger on it, I moved his whole hand in a small,
slow circle, hoping he'd understand the technique. Then I let go. And
he seemed to have understood, little one - I was most impressed by how
fast my young brother was learning! Gently, his index finger circled
my clitoris, rubbing over the tiny piece of flesh. It stiffened under
his touch, and he responded to this by using even more delicate
strokes. The result was quick to arrive - I felt the rush of an orgasm
approaching, and reached down so that I could indicate him to stop
once I knew nothing could stop the onset of my climax. I began to come
as my hand touched his, and I held him hand tightly as I came,
squeezing him hard and biting my lip as I fought against crying out
loud at the pleasure. The thrill of it washed through me, the illicit
thrill of being brought to orgasm there in the cinema by my own
brother. I felt I was seeing stars as all the sensations rushed
through my body, ravishing me with desire. But too soon my orgasm
began to fade. Yet even as I recovered, I still had to struggle to
keep my breath under control. I looked at him - the expression on his
face was a mix of pride that he'd made me come so quickly, and sexual
excitement. And in his excitement, he was bold. He slid the sweater
from my knees over to his, and then reached for my hand. I knew what
he wanted, and I was willing to give it to him. Now it was my turn to
slide down his zip and reach inside his underpants, to take his cock
in my hand, to feel it, already stiff, wet at the end where it had
already begun to leak lubrication. Of course I needed no showing what
to do, and he knew it. He just lay back in the seat and let me touch
him, let me run my hand slowly up and down his cock. Even though I'd
just come, having his lovely cock in my hand made me feel desperately
horny, and I wanted to feel his hot come squirting over my fingers. I
combined stroking his cock with massaging his balls, moving from one
to the other. After a few minutes of this, he gently placed his hand
on mine, indicating that I should stop. I did so, because I wanted to
prolong my pleasure. After letting his excitement subside for a
moment. I began to touch and rub him once more. Again, I brought him
as close to the point of coming as he wanted to let me. By now he
trusted me, and just gave a little hand signal to indicate that I
should stop. I did so. But, the third time I began to masturbate him,
I did not want to stop, and so, when he made the signal, I just moved
my hand up and down his stiff, eager penis a little faster. His eyes,
which had been closed in dreamy ecstasy, flicked open. He hissed
`Justine!' at the same time moving his hand to cover mine. But if I
had wanted to stop it was too late. I felt his balls heave and his
cock twitch. I knew I had taken him over the edge, and I wrapped my
hand over the dome of his cock, to feel his come wash over my fingers.
As his hot semen began to flow, Clara turned her head `Did you say
something?' she asked him. Managing to keep a level voice through the
ecstasy of his orgasm, he said `I was just saying I needed to go the
toi - toilet -' Clara turned her attention back to the film, but as
this brief exchange occurred, my fingers were getting covered in the
jets of come spurting from him. I pressed my hand harder against the
head of his cock, the better to feel the come building up against it,
and being forced to ooze through my fingers. His balls gave a few last
heaves as they pumped out the remains of his come, adding a few final
jets to my now liberally-coated fingers. I dropped my hand down to his
scrotum, and circled it with my hand, wiping a little of the come
over his pubic hair. Then, I withdrew my hand from his trousers and
eased up his zip. `No need to tell me about it' I said, in reference
to his strangled comment, teasing him as he got up and went off the
toilet - where, of course, he did now really have to go. He stood up
and dropped the sweater back into my lap, and made his way off in some
confusion. Temporarily sated, I sat back, eyes closed, and just
listened to the film. I lay with one hand, still with come streaked
over it, in my lap, and the other on the left-hand arm-rest.
But then I felt a delicate hand settle on mine and soft words
whispered in my ear - `I know what you were doing.' My eyes opened in
just as much shocked surprise as Julien's had shortly before. I
turned my head to see Clara leaning close to me, her brown eyes
glistening bright and her cheeks flushed with blood. I could feel her
soft breath on my skin, and, through her hand on mine, could feel how
quickly her heart was beating. `He didn't do up your zip' she said. I
realised with a jolt that Julien had indeed not done up my zip when he
had covered his own lap with my jumper. I admit I blushed a little at
this. Though I was now covered my sweater, my zip must have been wide
open, showing my panties, turned down enough to expose the top of my
pubic hair. `There was that' breathed Clara, moving closer to me -
`and there was the jumper.' My glance fell to my lap, and once again I
had cause to blush - obviously not all Julien's come hand coated my
hand - some must have squirted past it, for there were several
blotches of what was unmistakably come lying the sweater. But my
embarrassment didn't last long. For as I looked down as the
come-soiled sweater, I was aware of Clara's breath growing yet warmer
on my cheek - and then I felt the contact of her lips against me. I
turned towards her and our eyes met briefly before we moved together
again, this time mouth to mouth. As she kissed me I knew she wasn't
the uptight girl Julien may have thought she was - not only the fact
she came on to me, but the skill with which she kissed me showed that.
I now knew where Julien had learned to kiss so well. Holding her head
at a slight angle to mine, she parted my lips with her tongue, and she
explored the inside of my mouth. She caressed the roof of my mouth, my
teeth, my tongue. Breaking her loving kiss she whispered one more
revelation. `I saw you at the window, too. Even when I thought it was
your bedroom, the sight of you turned me on - but now I'm sure it was
Julien's bedroom - and I can't wait to touch you like he has.' These
words electrified me - they were the very ones I wanted to hear from
her. I couldn't believe it, little one, I just couldn't believe it. It
all felt like a dream - but, oh, it came true, it all came true.
Clara leaned back towards me and once more our lips met. But this time
as we kissed she moved her hand down to my trousers, slipping her
fingers through the still undone zip, and resting delicately over my
panty-clad pussy, which was quickly becoming moist in my arousal.
Softly, she twined a finger through my pubic hair, exposed at the top
of my pussy, before easing her fingers inside my knickers and running
the tip of her forefinger between my pussy lips. Still kissing me, she
whispered into my mouth `I bet I can do it better that he did.' I
wasn't a bet I'd have taken - already I could tell she was far better
than Julien, far more gentle, and far more knowing in just how to
touch me. Softly, carefully, she eased a finger up inside me, feeling
the warm inner heat of my body. `Oh, you feel so good' she said, still
speaking quietly. Moving her lips away from my mouth, she kissed her
way across my cheek to my ear. Gently, she took its lobes between her
teeth, nibbling it softly, before licking over my ear and then blowing
gently in it. This nearly made me melt with love and desire for her.
`I came round today because I was ready for Julien' she murmured to
me, alternating her words with loving kisses on my face and neck. `But
when I saw you in the window, naked, you turned me on so much that you
were all I could think of - I wanted you, not him, you...' She
emphasised the word `you' by withdrawing her finger from my pussy and
moving it up to my clitoris. Beginning to stimulate me there, she
again took my earlobe between her teeth and said `I want you, and I'm
going to have you.'
I wanted her, too, of course- but I also wanted to turn her on even
more. Freeing my ear from her soft bite, I turned my face towards
her. We kissed, and this time I broke off after we'd twined tongues
for a few moments. `You can have us both' I said. She sighed in
anticipation. `And you can have us together' I said - `Both of us want
you - and you want both of us.'
`Oh, yes, I do, I do,' she said, excited even more by this new
promise. One final time we held our mouths together, and as we kissed
and made love to each other's mouths, Clara's fingers circled over my
clitoris, faster yet lighter, driving me nearer and nearer. Sensing I
was close, she used her free hand to squeeze my breasts. She sought
out one of my nipples, and, as she fondled me as best as she could
through my top and bra, I rocketed into another orgasm, whimpering and
writhing in my seat. As I came, she stifled my cries of pleasure by
moving her hand up from my breasts to the back of my neck, pulling my
lips more firmly against hers. She caressed my neck with her delicate
fingers, and I could feel that they were slightly wet - moist with the
dampness of my own pussy. My orgasm thrilled through me for twenty or
thirty seconds, taking me to such wonderfully high plateaus of sexual
delight! But all too soon I descended and, as I came down, she
released her hand from the back of my neck. I did not want to stop
kissing her, so, while our lips were still pressed together, she
lovingly began to caress my hair and ears. Taking her hand from
between my legs, she carefully eased my panties back up over my pussy,
and drew up my zipper. Then she broke our kiss, once more running her
tongue over the roof of my mouth before her lips parted, and, finally,
licking me from my chin up to my nose and kissing my eyes. `Here
comes your brother' she whispered to me. She moved away from me and
once more began to watch the film. Julien made his way back to his
seat and sat down in it, heavily.
`Too much mess' he whispered to me- `it took me ages to clean up, but
I'm glad you didn't stop.' Fondly, I dropped a hand over his crotch to
massage him - but he was temporarily exhausted, and there was no
response. It didn't matter - I think we were both satisfied!
But Clara obviously wasn't satisfied for, as Julien turned his
attention back to the film, I saw her reach towards me. She took hold
of my sweater and placed it in her lap. Then she lifted her armrest up
and, once more, I felt her soft hand rest on mine. I knew what it was
she wanted. I burrowed my hand under the sweater, to find she'd
already undone her trousers. Stroking across her panties, I was
thrilled to find the cool, slippery feel of silk. Reaching lower, I
found it warm and damp. I traced a finger all over her pussy, through
her panties, wrapping my fingers low between her legs to cup her mons.
Then I gave her what she really wanted, reaching up towards her belly,
spending a moment feeling the smooth expanse of her pale white skin,
before diving my fingers back inside her underwear. I could feel that
her pussy was more lightly haired than mine - but it was just as
excited, just as warm and moist. Once again, I used a finger to
explore her, this time revelling in the direct contact. Her pussy lips
were flared open with arousal, and I slipped a finger between them,
meaning to explore her yet more intimately. But as I eased my finger
into her, she dropped her hand on mine - and I soon found why, as I
came up to rest against her hymen. She was warning me that she was
still a virgin. Still a virgin! The thought of it nearly made me come
right there - my whole fantasy was going to be played out. I knew, as
I sat with my hand in her panties and my finger probing her pussy,
that it would be my brother who would take her virginity, and that I
would be there to watch. I slipped my finger out of her, leaving the
thin membrane for my brother's cock, and shifted my attentions to her
clitoris. It stood engorged and ready for my assault, and gladly I
began to masturbate her. Her body radiated sexuality, and every slight
move she made in response to my manipulations showed how turned-on she
was. Her excitement made mine increase, and I wanted to give her yet
more pleasure. Julien hadn't noticed what was happening just next to
him, but, as I wanted to initiate the play between us as soon as
possible, I decided to combine achieving that with pleasuring Clara
even more intensely.
I lifted my left leg high, bringing it down over her right leg, to
spread her knees apart further. Then, deftly, I stood and pirouetted,
twisting lightly on my left foot and lifting my right leg high,
bringing it down so that I now stood between her legs, facing her. She
looked up at me, a look of consternation on her face. But I was sure
what I was doing. I knelt down between her legs, crouching in the
narrow aisle running in front of the seats. Julien was now watching,
and when I lifted my jumper off her lap and dropped it where I had
been sitting, I was glad how his eyes lit up to see her zip undone and
her silky panties turned down, exposing her pussy. I moved closer in
between her legs, and inhaled her sweet, sexy odour. The sight of me
about to go down on her made any qualms she may have had disappear.
Gently grasping me by my temples, she pulled me in, eager to feel me
kiss her cunt. Placing my hands on either side of her zip, I pulled
the jeans apart further and nuzzled my face through the parted cloth.
Pursing my lips, I first of all just kissed her, but soon enough I
needed to taste her more fully, and held out my tongue and began to
swipe it up and down her pussy. She was, of course, far less hairy
than Maman, and tasted far more like you, dearest Penny - that
delicate little-girl taste I crave so much! Oh, my Penny, I saw you in
town one day before I knew you were staying in that hotel, and even
then I wanted to taste you!'
As Penny read these lines of the letter, I saw her smile, no doubt
fondly remembering making love with the chambermaid.
`I see you two really did strike up a good friendship!' I teased my
young lover.
`Oh, she was great' sighed the thirteen-year old. `She first gave me
the idea of - you know, with Mummy. And she made it so different to
when I do it with you - but I wish you could have seen her - she's
much sexier than in that photograph - you'd have wanted her, too.' I
debated whether to tell the little girl that I had, in fact, spied on
her as she made love with the chambermaid. But I decided to keep that
revelation for later, and we got back to Justine's long letter. Just
as with the tale I'd heard her tell that day in the hotel room, it was
clear that she got off on describing her sex life in great detail -
and she was having just the same effect on me and Penny, who sat by my
side. My arm was wrapped round her as we read., and I could how
turned-on she was. I had an idea to increase her excitement, however.
`Read to me aloud' I told her. She smiled her acceptance, and I lay
down on the bed, folding my arms behind my head, to enjoy listening to
her girlish voice reading me the tale of seduction and incest. As I
stretched out on top of the bed, however, the little girl scrambled up
on top of me, straddling me with her legs and sitting just above my
hips. My prick, already hard from her presence and Justine's sexy
letter, stiffened yet further as it rested against the warmth of her
body, the warmth of her pussy, hidden under her creamy panties. I
gazed up at my sexy little lover, clad in just her underwear, her
black hair falling about her temples, and the scent of her perfume
delicately permeating the room. Her eyes were bright as she began to
read.
`That first taste of a young girl's pussy sent me to heaven, and I
knew I could never get enough of it. I needed more, so I slipped
undone the button on her jeans and peeled them wide open. Placing my
hands on her hips I indicated that she should rise slightly, and, as
she did so, I slipped her knickers off, easing them down her legs and
pressing them and her jeans down to her ankles, to give me more room
to fuck her. With one hand holding her pussy lips apart, and one
resting on her panties, scrunched up in the folds of her jeans, I
began to eat her out, licking and kissing her virgin sex, relishing
her intimate, unexplored freshness.
I need hardly add that Julien was paying us the closest attention,
hardly able to believe his luck as he watched his sister fuck his
girlfriend. He had moved into the seat where I'd been sitting, and was
leaning towards us, watching my tongue thrust in and out of Clara's
sweet pussy. I heard him undo his zip and watched out of the corner of
his eye as he eased his prick out. If he had been exhausted just a
moment before, there was no sign of it now, as his cock rapidly grew
to its fullest extent. As I brought Clara to orgasm, he did the same
to himself, watching and wanking as I filled my mouth with the young
girl's odour and taste. I began to kiss and suck at her rigid
clitoris, circling my tongue as quick as I could over the hard button
of flesh. It didn't take much of this to get her there, and way before
I'd had enough of her taste, she leaned forward, pressing her hands to
my head, as she came. As she trembled and shook and tried to keep as
quiet as she could, Julien too reached his climax, and began to fire
thick wads of come over us both. His sperm jetted against my face and
hair, and sprayed over Clara's clothes. I pulled back from her cunt
and, quickly taking hold of Julien's penis, directed the last pumps
over Clara's still spread-open pussy. The feel of his hot come firing
over her pussy was too much for her, and a gasped sigh of pleasure
escaped her lips. Someone, a few rows in front of us, hissed `shh' -
but we were all too far gone in our pleasure to see if whoever it was
had looked round to see the cause of the disturbance. Julien's orgasm,
as he had come several times that day, was shorter than usual, and he
just spurted three pearly white ropes of come over Clara's pussy. I
dipped down to lick them up, but she stopped me, whispering `too
sensitive.' Julien moved back to his own seat, easing his prick
inside his trousers, and I moved back to where I'd been sitting, after
first kneeling up to kiss Clara's lips one more time, feeding her the
taste of her own sweet pussy. We all sat in our seats, getting our
breath back, coming down from our sexual highs. But as I descended
back into the real world, I became aware of the strands of cooling
come across my face and Clara's clothes. `Our turn to clean up now, I
think' I said. Of course we could hardly make our way out covered in
semen like we were. We got Julien to go ahead of us, and signal when
the coast was clear. And, when he waved to us, we made a dash out of
the darkened auditorium and into its thankfully empty foyer. What a
sight we must have looked! Two young girls arm-in-arm, both covered in
thick traces of semen, running hurriedly into the toilet! It, too, was
empty, and Julien waited outside while Clara and I cleaned up. I went
into one of the cubicles and tore off several long pieces of tissue. I
used this to dab my brother's come off Clara's clothes, before
kneeling in front of her and once more undoing her trousers, to wipe
up the come which was staining her sexy silk panties. Then I began to
wipe up the jism spattering my own top and the sweater in my hand,
before dabbing at my face. But when I stopped, Clara said to me
`You've missed some.'
`Where?' I asked.
`Just here' she said, moving her head towards mine. Poking her tongue
out, she licked along my neck and up to my ear. I felt my passion
rising, both at the touch of her tongue and the knowledge she'd just
tasted my brother's semen. As she finished licking off the remains of
his come, I turned my head so that our lips met in a kiss.
`Next time I want to see you get it from him' I told her. We spent a
few more minutes kissing each other lovingly, caressingly. But when I
felt my passions beginning to rise up, I broke off, for I knew if I
did not I would end up calling Julien in and having him fuck her there
and then. And that I wanted to save for bed. So, taking her hand in
mine, I led her back out. Julien was waiting for us outside in the
fading light. We all linked arms, me on one side of him, Clara on the
other, and made our way home.'
Here, Penny paused. My prick, standing proud against her knickers, had
been drooling pre-come throughout the sexy story, and this had begun
to make a darker, damp patch on her underwear. Now, she grasped my
cock and pressed it more firmly against her knickers, wriggling
softly. `Kiss' she demanded, leaning forward, covering my chest with
her, pressing my penis against my belly and hers. Our lips met, fondly
at first, and then more passionately, and I began to place little
kisses all over her face. She cooed softly at this, and wriggled
again, this time sliding her sweet little breasts, still clad in their
satin bra, across my chest. As her excitement mounted, she dropped the
letter, to the floor, where its several closely-written pages fanned
out. Our mouths locked back together, I moved my hands back down the
bed, and grasped her cute, rounded arse in my hands, squeezing and
needing her firm flesh. I hooked a thumb under the gusset of her
panties, and felt her wetness, her aroused heat. I was full of desire
to fuck her, but also burning with the need to piss. Slipping my hands
around her waist, I eased her back into a sitting position. Sliding my
hands up her body, I paused at her bra, and slipped my thumbs under
its cups, feeling her erect, excited nipples. My pre-come now formed a
glistening sheen over her belly, where my cockhead had wiped over her
as she lay on me.
`I need to...' she said.
`But I like the feel of you sitting right where you are, little girl'
I told her.
`In that case, I'll do it right here!' she joked. But then our eyes
met, with the same unspoken look. We both knew what the other was
thinking, and it made my cock twitch. Penny, seeing this, once more
took it in her hand.
`Shall I?' she whispered - `shall I, here?'
`Oh yes, sexy one, yes' I told her.
`But - won't it - won't... it?' she asked.
`The duvet will soak it up' I said.
`Cool' she decided, giving an excited little wriggle.
I reached up and held her hands in mine. She took a breath and,
closing her eyes briefly, began to relax. A small wet patch appeared
in her knickers, darkening them and rapidly increasing. Then her flow
reached full strength, and her urine began to cascade through her
underwear, flowing around my cock, which was still pressed hard up
against her. Her piss bathed my balls in warmth, pouring round them,
down between my legs and over the sides of my hips. I could clearly
hear the liquid gurgle of her urine as it poured from her urethra. Its
pale yellow colour formed an erotic contrast against the white
silkiness of her underwear. As she sat in me, pissing, the dampness
spread higher up her knickers, and turned the cute little red bow
stitched at the top to a deeper shade. Her panties, now thoroughly
soaked, lay wetly against her, clearly outlining her cute little
pussy, showing the delicate parting of her lips. I slipped my hands
out of hers and held them in between her legs, bathing them in the
hot, fresh flow. Then, gently grasping her by her hips, I pulled her
forward a little. She knew what I wanted, and eagerly complied, moving
up over my body, spraying a trail of piss over my belly and chest,
until she was squatting directly over my mouth. Squatting lightly over
my face, she looked down at me with lust in her eyes, and, pressing
the warm, wet material of her panties to my lips, discharged the last
of her urine directly into my mouth. Then, balancing carefully, she
wiped herself over my face, covering it with a sheen of her fresh
piss.
My prick was painful with the need to come after this erotic delight,
and Penny knew it. She moved back down my body until she was once
again squatting over my rigid cock. Grasping in her hot, excited hand,
she wiped it over panty-clad pussy, moistening its head with urine. It
was a wonderful feeling, but better was to come. Raising herself over
me, the little girl slipped off her sodden knickers, exposing to my
lustful gaze her pussy, its light covering of hair seeming even
lighter, due to being plastered against her skin by wetness. Then,
settling back down on the bed, she wrapped the damp garment around my
penis, and slowly began to toss me off. As she masturbated me, the
excess urine in her knickers squeezed out, dribbling down my shaft and
over my balls. I was in ecstasy. She combined this sensation with
another, swirling her finger delicately over my scrotum, tracing
pattern across the wrinkled, sensitive skin. I could not last long.
`I'm coming, Pen' I said, at which she looped the damp satin over the
head of my prick.. She stopped rubbing my shaft and cupped my scrotum
in one hand, feeling it contract as the come shot out from my balls
and up my prick, to be captured by the wet barrier of her underwear.
She held her panties tighter against my cockhead, and as I pumped wad
after wad of come up against them, the seminal fluid began to strain
through the fabric, flowing out in a thick, glutinous slick. Penny,
watching in fascination, had almost stopped breathing at the erotic
sight. But as she saw my come welling up through her knickers, she
stooped forward and, holding out her tongue, traced its tip through
the pool of semen, scooping a little of it up into her mouth, then
flicking her tongue out once more to trace it over the slick material,
laden with my come and her piss. As she licked, I more jets of hot
come blasted out of my excited prick, and I orgasmed in the utmost
bliss.
But it could not last long, and soon this -my first of what I knew
would be several great orgasms - finished. As the gouts of come
dwindled and slowed, Penny slipped her now thoroughly-soiled panties
off me, letting them drop to the floor. Clad in just her bra, the
little girl opened her mouth wide, and took my softening cock inside,
slurping up the remains of come that lazily welled up to the tip. She
then moved her attentions down towards my balls, licking down my haft
as she went, eating the come that, resisted by the sheer material of
her underwear, had flowed down over the skin. Most of the excess come
had flowed to the base of my prick, so that blobs of pearlescent semen
lay among my pubes, damp with Penny's urine. My thirteen-year old
lover, however, just kissed her way down my cock shaft, and when she
came to its base, she began to lick my balls. Moving her lips close,
she took matted pubic hair between her teeth and sucked out the
mixture of come and piss. She spent several minutes at this, carefully
licking and sucking my balls, until they were clean save for the sheen
of her saliva. The erotic, tickling touch of her tongue had its
effect, and my penis was once more perking up. But I didn't want to
get too hard yet, for I wanted to repay her in her own kind. She
stopped licking me, and once again climbed over me, straddling me with
her slender, sexy legs, letting her hands fall to my semi-stiff cock.
But as she began to toy with me, I slipped my hand over hers. `Your
turn' I said, my cock giving a little twitch as I spoke. She knew what
I meant, and her eyes sparkled as she climbed off me. Standing by the
side of the bed, she took me by the hand and led me off to the
bathroom. Willingly, I let her lead me, following as she padded on her
way, taking me to piss on her. My eager cock bobbed up and down,
rubbing against the her bra strap as I walked. She felt this, and,
dropping my hand, gently took hold of my cock instead, leading me to
the bathroom like that. Once there, she got into the large, circular
tub, and sat down in it.
`And you' she instructed. I climbed in and stood so that she was
sitting just a little in front of me, my semi-stiff prick dangling
above her head. Looking up at me, the little girl craned forward and
placed a kiss on the tip of my cock, rubbing her hands my legs towards
my balls as she did so. Then, keeping her head tipped, she moved back,
her mouth opened wide. Nothing more needed to be said, and I relaxed
my bursting bladder and began to piss. I had a big load to give her,
and it spurted out of my semi-stiff cock, hot and strong, first of all
washing out a few traces of come as it flowed. Some splashed over her
face, some in her mouth, and some over her lips and chin, spraying
back off in a shower of droplets into the bath. But after a moment I
got my aim right, and pissed directly into her mouth, filling it with
the yellow flow, which made a sexy gurgling sound as it filled up her
mouth. My piss splashed against the back of her throat and the dark
red flesh of the insides of her cheeks, until it flowed over her teeth
and lips, and began to stream out over her chin and down across her
chest, turning her bra wet and translucent against her skin. I watched
in delight as her nipples stiffened against the dampening fabric as
they were bathed in the warm flow. Revelling in the feel of me pissing
on her, Penelope swallowed down another mouthful of my urine, and then
moved her head forward, twisting and turning under my flow, bathing
herself in my piss. Gently taking hold of my cock, she held it fat
tip to the top of her head, letting my piss thoroughly soak into her
black hair. Then she slowly began to stand upright, her hand still on
my cock, holding it to her as she stood upright, so that my piss
flowed in rivers over her chest. `Oh, yeah, that's it' I said -
`plenty more yet, baby.' Pausing as she rose, she pressed my prick
against each breast in turn for a moment, before standing fully.
Balancing on tiptoes, she held my gushing cock over her sweet little
pussy, inundating it in the golden liquid. Meeting my eyes she said
`pause a little, for the finale.' As I held back the last of my flow,
she turned round and bent down, stopping until her head was just above
the bath taps. Reaching back with her hands, she spread her buttocks
wide apart and said `go on.' Relaxing my bladder once more, I let my
piss steam over the base of her spine, where it funnelled down the
crevice of her arse. Moving closer in, I held my cock directly against
her arsehole, wetting the wrinkled pink hole with the final sprayings
of my bladder. The sight of my piss cascading over her sphincter was
maddeningly erotic, and my prick swelled rapidly to full hardness.
Penelope felt my questing cockhead nudging at her arsehole, and pushed
back against it. It was not an offer I was going to refuse. `Support
yourself, baby,' I told her as I prepared to bugger her. Obedient and
keen, she moved her hands back forward, holding onto the gold
bath-taps as I began to push my prick against her anus to fuck her
sweet little arse. But, wet though she was, there was still too much
resistance. There was a bottle of shower gel by the side of the bath
so I picked it up and squeezed some of the tick, soapy liquid over my
prick, rubbing it into her sphincter with the tip of my cock. This did
the trick, and my prick slid into Penny's tight, welcoming rectum. She
sighed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as my fat penis invaded her,
stretching and filling her up.
`Ah, yes, that's so good' she whimpered, as I slowly began to thrust
in and out of her. Still bend over, she craned her head back to watch
me as I slid in and out of her. `Stand up, baby' I told her. `Nice and
slow.' As she stood she responded to the shifting angle of my cock
inside her with small sighs of pleasure. Once she was upright, I moved
my hands to her back, releasing the clip of her piss-soaked bra,
letting it fall away from her body and expose her perky red-tipped
beasts to my gaze. With one had I toyed with the small, delicate
mounds of flesh as I continued to work my hard cock in and out of her
posterior, and with the other I stroked her clitoris. Moving my head
down a little, I kissed and nibbled at her earlobes and neck as we
both approached orgasm. Gently, I slid a finger inside her pussy,
searching out her most sensitive areas. The feel of my finger
searching the satin-smooth warm interior of her cunt added the final
stimulation she needed, and she began to come. This set me off, too,
and I began to spurt hot semen deep inside her pliant young body, my
stiff cock buried almost upright inside her filling her bowels with my
essence. But before I finished ejaculating, I slipped my prick out of
her, turned her round, and sprayed my last gobs of jism across her
belly and breasts. As my orgasm died away, I pulled her towards me and
we kissed. I could feel the warmth from the semen that was drizzled
over her belly as we pressed together, our mouths interlocked.
Reaching for a flannel, I cleaned the excess come of her body, and
began to run a bath. We sat down, kissing and fondling as the water
rose up our bodies. Penny poured in a good measure of bubble-bath,
using her hands to whip up the water and create a thick layer of
bubbles. I began to wash her down, rubbing a sponge in small circles
over her delicate nipples, which stiffened under the stimulation.
Then I used my cupped hands to pour water over her head, wetting her
dark hair and then working shampoo into it, cleaning it to a deep,
rich shine. When I'd rinsed her down we kissed again, before she broke
away from me. `Let's finish the letter!' she said, getting out of the
bath. Naked, and decked in foam, she ran to my bedroom, leaving a
trail of wet footprints, small and delicate, on the hall carpet behind
her. She returned quickly, clutching Justine's sexy confession, and
eased her taught, juvenile body back into the luxurious hot water.
This time, she sat between my legs, with her back pressed against me.
I lay back, taking her down with me, so that her head lay on my chest
and the water lapped up to her neck, and my cock, still soft from my
orgasm, nestled comfortably between the crevice of her buttocks.
Holding the letter in her smooth white hands, she began to read once
more.
`When we got back to the house it was fully dark. But it was still a
warm, balmy evening, and this gave me the idea of the perfect way to
spend the hours until bedtime. Privately, I knew our my parents
wouldn't make a fuss if we all went off to Julien's bedroom. The idea
of bringing my parents in on our plans was intensely exciting , but I
didn't think Julien and Clara were ready yet to know just how
open-minded Maman and Papa were. Certainly not until I had got them as
turned-on as I knew I would later that night. So in the meantime I
suggested a barbecue and swimming party. The pool was still warm
enough, and both Julien and Clara agreed keenly. Maman and Papa joined
in, too, but as they didn't want to swim they began to prepare the
food while we three changed. `I'll find you a costume' I said to
Clara, and she followed me up to my bedroom. There, discarded on the
floor, was the swimsuit I'd worn in the pool earlier that day. It was
dry, so I picked it up and handed it to Clara. `Want me to leave while
you change?' I joked to her.
`what do you think?' she replied, eagerly beginning to shuck off her
clothes. But I wanted to save my first sight of her nakedness for when
Julien was there. I told her this, and it made her eyes sparkle as
much as mine. Taking the swimsuit I normally wore - the one that
fitted me better than the too-tight outfit I has given to Clara - I
slipped across the landing and let myself into Julien's room. He was
still undressing, so, closing the door softly, I stepped forward to
help him, easing off his shirt and slipping down his trousers to
reveal his underpants, stained with drying come from our explorations
in the cinema a little while before. His hard prick already poked up,
and, rolling down his underwear, I took him in my mouth. Gently, I
massaged his balls, feeling my passions rise in tandem with his. But
again I wanted to prolong the moment, so I stopped pleasuring him,
saying `wait for later,' and swiftly changed into my own costume. He
watched me keenly as I did so, but I wouldn't let him touch me.
Together, we went back downstairs, to meet Clara already there,
talking to Papa. I could easily tell that he was attracted to her. But
I knew he would be. I was more intrigued to see what Maman's reaction
would be - I hoped that she would find Clara sexy, too, so that we
could al join in the fun. I needn't have worried - when Maman came out
into the garden I could tell by the way her eyes glanced over Clara's
sexy young body that she was impressed. She was far more subtle about
it that Papa, but I could still tell.
There was aloud splash as Julien jumped in the pool. Clara and I soon
followed him in, and all three of us began to play around, splashing
each other with water or ducking each other beneath the surface. We
spent the whole evening outdoors, playing in the pool or getting out
to eat fresh-cooked meat from the barbecue, drinking wine and talking.
But, little one, I am sure you don't want all the details- and already
I have written so much! I shall just tell you that the evening passed
with touching each other, stealing soft caresses and kisses, our eyes
bright in expectation of what was to come that night.
But I wanted to make sure that we'd have our fun. So I left Clara and
Julien in the pool, I went into the house to talk to Maman and Papa.
Yet they were not in the kitchen, or anywhere downstairs.
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