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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women. No
testing on animals was involved in the production of
this story. Some of the participants in the story may
be under the age of 18. If you live in a backward
society, like the United States or Afghanistan, in
which it is illegal for you to know about sex or read
sexual materials immediately delete this from your
computer and scourge yourself with a whip for having
any sexual thoughts. If you are under the age of 18
please continue to pretend you don't know about sex
and continue to get each other pregnant in increasing
numbers so that we have more young single mothers
raising children. Don't learn about safe sex or
contraception as these are tools of the devil. Please
do not masturbate while reading this story in public
places as this can excite the authorities into rash
conduct and result in grave consequences for you.

Apologies to the author of "My Daughter and her
Friend." The copy of the story I read had the header
info deleted so I can't acknowledge his inspiration. I
hope you enjoy my version.

              Brooke, Kayla and Me (Part 1)

Moral outrage is jealousy with a halo. -- H.G. Wells 

"Dad?"

I looked up. "What sweetie?"

"I need to ask you a question."

I put my book down and patted the couch next to me.
"Sure. What is it?"

Brooke flopped down on the couch next to me. I could
tell from the look on her face that this was
important. What I didn't know was whether it was
really important or just teen important. At sixteen,
there were things that were really important to
Brooke. But whether or not Jason was dating Jennifer
didn't really matter much to me.

I looked at her as she turned her face up to me.
Because I was trying to read her, I really looked at
her face. I was struck by how much she looked like her
Mother at the same age. The same blue eyes set in a
face of pale alabaster skin. The same dark hair
framing her face. Brooke's hair was cut short and her
mother had worn her hair long but otherwise she was a
mirror of her mother at the same age. It made my heart
ache.

It had been two years since her mother had run off.
She had been taking some evening classes at the local
college when she met him - Brian Stone. To this day I
don't know any more about him than that. One evening I
came home to a note. Her closets were empty and she
was gone. It took six months and a private detective
to find an address to serve the divorce papers. She
never answered. 

Looking at Brooke I felt the pain again. I had never
fallen out of love with her mother. For a moment I
imagined that Brooke was she. The same eyes, the same
lips, the same hair. I imagined myself leaning forward
and kissing those lips that I missed so much. 

"Dad. I need to ask you something serious." Her words
snapped me back to reality. I nodded. "Well, Kayla and
me did something." She started to worry the hem of
robe with her fingers.

"Ok. What did you do?"

She wrestled with whatever it was, almost speaking and
then stopping. Finally, looking almost panic stricken
she blurted out. "I think I'm a lesbian.

I was stunned. She had always been like other girls.
She had crushes on the same boy singers like the other
girls. She had a poster in her room of Leonardo
DiCaprio that she was now dismissing as 'childish.'
She had crushes on several boys that I knew about. It
couldn't be.

I try to be as liberal as the next guy. I mean, I have
friends, well, acquaintances who are gay. It's never
bothered me. But I didn't want my daughter to be like
that. I wanted her to be normal. You know what I mean.


"Why do you think you are a lesbian?"

"You're not mad are you?" she asked, her voice
quavering.

"What? No, of course not. I'm just surprised. I mean,
you've had crushes on boys."

"Yeah I know. God, I still think Brandon in my algebra
class is an absolute hunk. But..."

"Why then?"

She worried her hem some more and with her eyes
downcast answered. "Well, like I said. Me and Kayla
did something."

"Yes?"

Haltingly she started talking, "Well, neither of us
has had a real boyfriend. So we haven't ever done
stuff. Kayla and me were talking about stuff we might
do with a boy. You know stuff." I nodded again. "Well,
we didn't really know how to. So Kayla said maybe we
should practice with each other. I said ok. So Kayla
and me kissed some. She pretended to be a boy. It was
strange to be kissing her at first. But pretty soon I
kind of forgot she was a girl. Then she frenched me.
That was ok too. But then she put her hand on me..."
Brooke halted. I kept my face impassive as I nodded
for her to continue. "I didn't stop her and pretty
soon she was feeling me and it felt real good. I
started to get all tingly. That's when her mom knocked
on the door. God, I was so embarrassed. But her mom
didn't seem to notice anything."

"That's it?" I asked.

"That's it? Dad. I liked it. I must be queer," she
said plaintively.

I laughed. "Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie. You are just
normal that's all. Most teens do some experimenting
like that."

"Did you ever kiss a boy?"

"Well, no..."

"Dad. You are blushing. You are. Did you kiss a boy?"

"No. I was thinking of something else." I said.

"What? Dad! I told you. Please. I've got to know that
I'm not queer."

Marvelous, I thought. Here's the pan. There's the
fire. Where do I want to be? "Ok. Yes I did some
experimenting when I was your age. But boys are
different. We didn't care as much about how to kiss."

"What did you do?"

"We used to do a circle jerk."

"A what?"

"A circle jerk." Brooke looked confused. "We'd all sit
in a circle and take out our penises. Then you would
use your right hand to jerk the guy next to you. We'd
try to see who could make the other guy go off first."

Brooke's eyes got wide as I explained. Then she
started to giggle. She put her hand over her mouth and
her giggles got louder. Soon she was in paroxysms of
laughter. She laughed so hard she fell off the couch
and rolled on the floor. I, of course, had to sit in
embarrassed silence watching her peals of laughter at
my expense. Finally she slowed down and sat on the
floor looking up at me. Stifling giggles she asked,
"Did you really do that?"

"Yes. We really did. Now, if you can quit laughing at
your poor old man can we continue with your question?"

"Sorry Dad. But God. That is just so dorky. A bunch of
guys sitting in a circle jerking each other off."

Maintaining my composure with some difficulty I went
on. "I only told you that so you would see that it is
normal to experiment. That's all. If you like boys you
aren't a lesbian." 

Brooke nodded her head. "Thanks Dad. I was just
feeling like totally confused."

"One more thing. Do we need to talk about
prophylactics?"

"God," she said rolling her eyes as only a teenager
can do. "Like do you think I don't know anything? We
learned all about that in Sex-ed. I totally know about
that."

'Totally,' I said to myself. She totally knows
everything. "Good. I'd rather have you ask me to buy
them for you than wind up dead." Again the eye roll.
"Brooke. I am totally serious about that."

"I know. I'm not going to do anything like that Dad.
Really."

"But you do like boys? So maybe they'll want to do
something like that." I asked.

"Yeah. But they are too stupid. I mean, some guys
can't even look at your face when they talk to you.
They are just like all into sex. Ok, like sometimes I
think about what it would be like. But I don't love
any guys right now. I want my first time to be with
somebody I trust."

Whew. I was feeling a lot better. I hoped she was as
well. "Are you feeling better?" I asked.

"Yeah. Thanks." She jumped up from the floor and
jumped into my lap. She kissed my cheek and bounced
off my lap. "Dad. Thank you for not getting all, you
know, like a Dad about this. I was scared you would
get weird or something."

"Yeah. I'll try not to get weird like a dad. Brooke,
you can always talk to me about anything. Always. Ok?"

"Yeah. I know." She looked thoughtful for a moment and
then like the sun coming from behind a cloud her face
lit up. "I'm glad I'm not a lezzie. I'm going to take
my shower." She headed for the hallway saying, "Night,
Dad," over her shoulder.

"Night, sweetie." I tried to return to my book. But
the words on the page just didn't register in my mind.
I thought about Brooke and Kayla kissing. Kayla
touching Brooke. Kayla was quite a hottie, long
brunette hair, a very pretty face, and a slim elegant
body that I had admired in a bikini one day. 'Quit
it!' My mind screamed, 'You pervert. Quit thinking
about girls your daughter's age.' But the images were
still there. I went to the den and poured myself a
generous snifter of cognac. I turned on Sports Center
and downed the cognac. At least sports could keep me
occupied. An hour later I trundled off to bed, the
cognac bottle significantly lighter. 

                                                      
        *****

A month had gone by and Brooke appeared to be her
usual self. She still went over to Kayla's and Kayla
came over to our house. The first time Kayla appeared
it was difficult not to undress her with my eyes. The
images returned in glorious Panascope vision as she
walked down the hall to Brooke's room. My eyes were
glued to her little butt snuggled into her tight
jeans. I admit to sneaking by Brooke's room several
times and listening for any unusual sounds. I poked my
head in the door once and they were sitting on the
floor looking at some fashion magazines. Maybe the
experimenting had stopped. I quit worrying.

That night at dinner Brooke had been playing with her
food, hardly eating. "Dad?"

"Yes?"

"I need to talk."

My mind immediately went into overdrive. The last
conversation which started like this was a doozy.
"What is it sweetie?"

"You need you to promise not to get mad." She said
looking at me intently.

"I promise."

"Also, you have to promise not to ever tell anyone
what we talk about." I nodded. "Dad, I'm real
serious."

"Brooke. I have always held your confidences. I'm not
going to start betraying them now. Now what is so
serious?"

"Well, remember about me and Kayla?" she started.

"Yes."

"We did other things," she said very quietly looking
down at her plate.

"Brooke." She looked up at me. "You want to know
something? If you are ashamed of what you are doing
you shouldn't be doing it."

"I'm not ashamed." she answered me directly.

"Then just ask me what you need to."

"Dad, I don't want you to hate me or think I'm bad."

I reached over and patted her arm. Smiling I told her,
"Brooke, I will never hate you. I may think you did
something bad but I will never think you are bad. I
love you like a daughter. Ok?"

She laughed and nodded. "Thanks. Kayla and me did some
other things. More than just touching and kissing on
the mouth." My mind started running amok imagining
what these other things were. Brooke and Kayla nude
and in a sixty-nine. My mind focused on Kayla, how she
would look without clothes. Her tongue buried in
Brooke's pussy. In nanoseconds the hormones were
pouring into my bloodstream. My whole body started to
tingle.

"Let me guess. You made love," I said.

"Yeah." Immediately a stirring started in my groin. I
shifted as Brooke continued. "We did that a couple
times. So one night Kayla told me she had done it with
her mom."

"What?" I sputtered.

"You said you weren't going to get mad."

"Shit Brooke. I'm not mad. I just can't believe it.
Kayla and Kathy? That's incest."

"So?" she asked.

I was stunned. I had never thought that I would have
to justify why incest is wrong. It just is. 

Brooke smiled at me. "You should see the look on your
face. Dad, incest has always been wrong because of
inbreeding, right?" I nodded. "Well, none of us can
get pregnant. So what is the problem?" I just looked
at her unable to form coherent or logical thoughts.
"See?" she said. "No chance of pregnancy, it doesn't
really break the taboo."

"Jesus, Brooke. There are some other issues. Like
taking advantage of a position of trust. Did Kathy
tell you this?"

"No. Me and Kayla talked about it after she told me. I
was like, no way when she told me. But she told me why
it was ok. It's not hurting anybody. Both of them like
it. Kathy is NOT taking advantage of Kayla. It might
be the other way around from what Kayla has told me.
So what business is it of anybody else?"

"So Kayla and Kathy also do..." my voice trailed off.

"They make love Dad. They do it. And me and Kathy did
it too. She showed me some really cool things. She is
really good."

My head was still spinning. I was trying to hold onto
something in this mental whirlwind. "So Kathy is a
lesbian?"

"No. I'm glad you told me it was ok to do it with
Kayla." Jesus Christ I thought. That's not exactly
what I meant. Brooke continued, "Anyway, Kathy really
likes men best. She says if she could take a man to
bed or a woman she'd take the man. But she doesn't
have one right now. And she really worries about Kayla
seeing guys our age because of pregnancy and AIDS.
It's just a way to make each other feel good until a
the right guy comes along."

My mind was racing trying to put all this together and
I almost missed the next thing Brooke said. "We were
talking about getting pregnant and I told Kayla you
had the operation. Kathy said you'd be perfect for a
first time. You know safe." 

"You told them I had a vasectomy?"

Brooke continued to rush along like she was talking
about the latest movie, not about having sex with her
best friend. "Sure. I mean, I wouldn't tell just
anybody. But Kayla and Kathy are cool with stuff. I
told them about the time I came into your room while
you were watching that movie." 

I just looked at Brooke. A few months before I had
been watching a soft-core movie in my room. I usually
locked the door but had forgotten this night. I didn't
hear the door open even with the sound low so it
wouldn't be heard outside my room. Brooke saw me lying
in my bed, my erection in my hand as I slowly stroked
it. I heard an intake of breath and turned to see her
staring wide-eyed at my cock. That's the fastest I've
moved in a long time; turning off the remote, jumping
out of bed and putting on my robe. I turned to Brooke
and felt my face burning furiously. 

Brooke took her eyes off the front of my robe and
said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know." She turned and
quickly left closing the door behind her. 

I sat on the bed waiting for my erection to completely
subside and trying to work up the courage to face her.
Finally, I opened the door to see the rest of the
house dark. I went down the hall to her room. There
was no light coming from under her door. I listened at
her door and heard moans coming from her room. I went
back to my room and closed the door. Sleep came with
difficulty. Neither of us had mentioned the incident
until tonight.

"Brooke, about that night."

"It's cool Dad. I know guys do that. I was just
surprised. I guess I never thought about you like
that. You know, I mean, having sex or anything."

"I went down to your room afterwards to talk with
you."

"You did?" she asked.

"I guess guys aren't the only ones," I said.

"Oh GOD! You heard me?"

"I didn't try to spy. I was just trying to see if you
were awake so I could talk to you. I guess the movie
was something huh?" I said.

"Yeah," she said. "The movie."

Her tone of voice made me realize it wasn't the movie
that had turned Brooke on. Just as I went back to my
room and finished what I had started I didn't need to
turn on the movie. I got an empty feeling in the pit
of my stomach. Too many things were whirling in my
head. The movie, and Kayla and Brooke and Kathy and
then Brooke defending incest and my own suppressed
feelings that I desperately knew I had to keep
suppressed. I knew I had to quit thinking these
thoughts. They were leading down a path I shouldn't
follow. Deep inside me a voice was shouting danger. If
I didn't stop now I might not be able to stop.

Changing the subject I said, "Brooke, Kathy shouldn't
be making love to you or Kayla. She's too old." 

"God Dad. She's not too old. In fact she's great in
bed. She is really in great shape."

I hesitated looking for a way to get this back on
track. "I don't mean that she's too old to make
love..."

Brooke jumped in as I took a breath. "Exactly. You're
the same age as Kathy anyway and I know you're not too
old." I started to get flustered as I remembered what
she was referring too. "And Kathy says that you'd be
perfect for a girl's first time." She looked at me
intently. "...like Kayla maybe."

The images of Kayla flooded my mind again. If she
wanted me it wouldn't be like I'd be seducing some
unknowing girl. And she was already making love... NO.
I had to get that image out of my mind. "Let's talk
about Kathy."

"Ok. Dad, I think you should talk with her. Why don't
you have her over for dinner Saturday? Kayla and I
could stay over at her place and that way you and
Kathy could, you know, work it out. I promise that
I'll go with whatever you agree to."

My mind was running on separate paths, concern for
Brooke and infatuation with Kayla, a desire to keep
Kathy away from Brooke and a desire to find out why
she thought I would be a good lover for Kayla. The
second track of thoughts I kept forcing from my mind.
They were bad thoughts. I wasn't really having them. I
should have just forbidden Brooke from ever seeing
Kathy again. But I didn't. Instead I convinced myself
that I should set Kathy straight. It would be the
right thing to do.

"Yes, sweetie. That's a good idea. I should talk with
Kathy."

Brooke smiled a knowing smile that I didn't really
recognize. "Cool. I'll tell Kathy she's having dinner
here Saturday."  Brooke pushed her plate to the center
of the table and jumped up. She came around and threw
her arms around my neck. "Thanks, Dad. I know this is
going to be great." She kissed me on the forehead and
then paused. I thought she was going to kiss me on the
lips but she released me and bounced out of the room.
Over her shoulder she called back, "Night, Dad. I'm
gonna take a shower and go to bed. No listening at my
door."

As I went to bed that night I stopped outside Brooke's
door. I didn't listen. Really I didn't. It was very
quiet in the house. There were no noises coming from
Brooke's room. She must have been asleep. I continued
on to my room. Sleep came slowly and when it did
finally arrive it was troubled with wild dreams of
Kayla and Kathy and to my shame Brooke.

A Tasty Dinner

The rest of the week dragged by. Brooke had arranged
for Kathy to come by at six on Saturday evening. I
rehearsed my arguments many times. I would straighten
her out. But at night after the lights were out and I
was alone the lascivious dreams would return. They
would torment me until I finally took matters in hand
and I could fall into a fantasy filled sleep.

Kathy showed up Saturday exactly at six. Brooke
slipped out the door and headed over to Kayla's house
as I was greeting Kathy.

I poured us a nice Central Coast Chardonnay, not too
much oak with a nice balance of fruit and acid, as I
finished the prep. We made some small talk while I got
dinner on the table. In all modesty I must admit to
being a good chef. And I went all out on this dinner.
Beautiful dishes presented elegantly and wonderful
flavors. The candles and soft flamenco music set an
intimate atmosphere. 

We continued the small talk through dinner, work,
school for the girls, neighborhood gossip. Anything to
avoid the 'topic.' As dinner wound down and we had
worked on several glasses of Chardonnay apiece I
worked the subject around to the girls.

"Kathy, the reason I asked you to dinner tonight..."

She interrupted, "You asked me?"

"Well yes." I answered flustered.

"Then it wasn't Brooke's idea?" she asked.

"Well, I guess that Brooke may have said it first."

She sat back and took another sip of wine. "So you
don't know."

Christ, I thought. First my conversations with Brooke
go nuts and now this one. Can't I have a simple
conversation with a female where I have the least
little bit of control? "Know what?" I asked
exasperated.

"That this whole thing was the girl's idea," she said.

"This dinner was the girl's idea? Why would they do
that?"

"They thought of it together." Kathy answered. "Mike,
they want us to have sex."

I was stunned. My mouth started to hang open then I
blurted out, "What?"

"They want us to have sex. Close your mouth," she said
laughing.

"Sorry. I was just shocked."

"Well I guess I can understand. I had some warning. I
overheard some of their planning."

"Why do they want us to have sex?" I asked perplexed.

"It's obvious. Look at it from their angle. We get
together and have sex. So of course then we'll start
living together. So they get to move in together. They
really are best friends plus they get all their sex
under one roof with no worries about getting caught or
getting in trouble because we are in on it." She took
a sip of wine. "From their viewpoint it's elementary."

I stumbled over my words because she had broached the
subject I had been avoiding. I felt my face burning.
"I know you are..." My words trailed off. Steeling
myself, "But I'm not involved. Why do they think I'd
be ok with this whole setup."

Kathy studied me for what seemed a long time. "Mike.
You don't need to be embarrassed."

'I'm not embarrassed,' my mind screamed. This was made
a lie by the burning in my cheeks. Kathy's eyes burned
into my soul. I could swear she was reading my
thoughts.  She knew why I was embarrassed. Somehow she
knew that every night that week I had been having
sexual thoughts of her and me. And Kayla and me. 

"Yes, I have made love with Kayla and Brooke. You can
say it." I blushed again. "You're missing something
here. The girls don't want to just make love with each
other and with me. They want to have a man as well."

Her words lashed me physically. My body tensed from
the impact. Me? Both girls want to make love to me? On
the surface my mind was appalled but under the surface
the visions started playing again. The ones I had of
Brooke and Kayla and me. Brooke and Kayla and me
having sex. Me being their first lover. Teaching them
about sex, a loving gentle lesson. These images rose
in my mind and pushed the other thoughts out.

Kathy continued. "I can see it from their side. I miss
having a man as well." She caught my eye and held it.
A look was in her eye, the feral look of a hungry
predator with the game in sight. "I miss having a man.
Sex with a woman can only satisfy so much. I need to
feel a man too. The way a man takes you, the power
with which a man takes a woman, filling her up,
possessing her, overwhelming her. Only a man can do
that. Don't you think so Mike?" she brought the wine
to her lips caressing the crystal with her lips as her
eyes continued to hold mine. It was the most erotic
thing I had ever seen. I felt my cock grow hard in my
pants. I shifted in the chair unable to look away. The
movement caused her to look down and she caught sight
of the bulge in my Dockers. She set her wine down. "I
see you agree with me Mike. I'm very glad. It's been
too long. Much too long."

Part of my mind started to protest. You've been
trapped, tricked, bamboozled and hooked. The rest of
my mind shouted the protest down. My blood was running
hot and I wanted her. I wanted those lips to do to my
cock what they had done to that crystal. 

Amazing isn't it? How easily a man can be seduced. My
surface mind had been uttering pious platitudes to
itself all evening. Oh yes, I was prepared with all
the arguments to dissuade Kathy from her lechery and
return her to the straight path of righteousness. I
had marshaled all the facts and had logically ordered
all the conventional bromides. But truth be told,
under that surface desire had burned. Standing in the
kitchen tossing the salad I had glanced at Kathy's
tits and imagined them bare to my eyes. Then my mind
imagined Kathy naked and Brooke sucking at those tits.
My eyes moved lower to see Kathy's hands in her lap
and I imagined her legs spread and Kayla between them.
I shook my head to clear it. A while later I would
notice Kathy's lips and images would form of her
between Brooke thighs and those lips would be buried
in my daughter's pussy. I would shake my head again.
But the images kept returning. The girls making love
in twosomes and threesomes. And most powerfully,
Brooke and Kayla and Kathy and me making love.
Unacknowledged and hidden it had smoldered all the
hotter. Exposed to the air it burst into flame and
burned away all other thoughts leaving me filled only
with one burning desire. It had been two years since I
had fucked a woman. I wanted to fuck Kathy. I needed
to fuck Kathy.

Kathy picked up the wineglass again and made love to
it as she took another sip. She caressed the long stem
as if it were a cock that she was fondling as she
looked at me. "You know, I am very wet right now. I
started getting wet when I saw that you were hard.
That is a very nice bulge you have. I wish you would
share it with me."

"Oh God. I can see how you seduced Brooke."

Kathy smiled. "Oh no. You have that backward." She set
the wine down and stood up. "Please take me to your
bed Mike. I want you."

She held out her hand to me. I stood and took her hand
pulling her to me. Her arms went around my neck and
pulled her body against mine. We kissed. It started as
a soft kiss with our lips just touching. Then our lips
began to devour each other before they parted and our
tongues began a dance of desire, teasing and inviting
the penetration of each others mouth, the play and
chase and retreat and chase again. I broke the kiss.
"Oh Kathy."

"Take me to bed Mike," she said softly almost
inaudibly.

I took her hand and led her down the hall to my room.
A soft light was burning in the adjoining bath. It
provided a soft and diffuse glow over my bed. Kathy
stood by the bed inviting me with her eyes. I kissed
her again and her hands moved down between us rubbing
against my crotch, massaging me through my pants. I
grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it up. She
raised her arms and let me pull it off. She reached
behind and unsnapped her bra. I thought that was very
nice of her because I knew I would have fumbled the
snap just as men always fumble with snaps. She started
to unbutton my shirt. I reached for her jeans and she
for my Dockers.  In what seemed a flash we were both
naked and together on the bed, again kissing. This
time her skin was against mine her breasts pressed
against my chest. My erection was pressed against her
belly as she ground into it.

I reached between us and cupped her pubic mound. My
finger slid between her labia as Kathy pressed against
my hand. Our tongues danced as my finger slipped into
her. She was wet and slippery and my finger sank
deeply in her pussy. 

"Hmm, Mike. It's been so long. Please fuck me. Now." 

So much for foreplay. I rolled Kathy onto her back and
settled between her legs. She reached down, grabbed my
cock and guided it to her opening. A gentle thrust and
my glans pierced her. She released me and I slid
halfway in. Rocking gently my cock was quickly coated
with her juices and I bottomed out, buried to the
hilt. Jesus, it had been too long. I had almost
forgotten how good it felt to be fucking a real, live
woman.

I held myself up on my arms so I could look down at
Kathy. She opened her eyes as I started fucking her.
Her face was softened with desire, almost blurred. Her
eyes held mine as we moved synchronized in passion. 
We were communicating without words.

Kathy's body urged me on. The pace of our fucking
increased. I had to lower myself and wrap her in my
arms as our coupling became more frenzied and our
bodies started to slam into each other. Kathy wrapped
her arms around me. Faster and faster our bodies
moved. My cock would slam deep into her and then
almost leave her completely before slamming back in. A
low moaning sound filled my ears and Kathy's body
began to jerk under me. Her fingers dug into my back.
Her pussy spasmed around my cock. I felt the rumbling
in my loins. I let it take me. Furiously fucking I
felt another spasm shake Kathy's body as I went over
the edge. The first spurt of cum was inside her almost
before I knew it was coming. Then another and another
as the tension and energy drained from me. A few
desultory strokes and I was spent.

Afterward we lay in quiet lassitude. Her head was on
my chest, finger playing with the hair on my chest. My
hand was gently stroking her back. I put my lips to
her head and gently kissed her.

"Hmm," she said. "Nice." She reached down and cupped
my cock and balls in her hand. "Thank you for sharing
this. I wasn't sure you would let another woman have
any."

"Huh?"

"After Brooke told me about your conversation last
week I knew how much you wanted her." I started to
protest. She put her finger to my lips. "Only the
truth." That stopped me. She smiled serenely. "I
thought so. When she told me how you had to run off to
your bedroom right when the topic turned to her and
you, I knew. Because I had gone through the same thing
with Kayla. Don't look surprised. You don't think I
just jumped in bed with her do you?"

"I uh..." I stuttered.

"You do. Well, it was no different for me. I felt
guilty at first just like you're feeling. Until I
realized that Kayla wanted to learn and to love me
just as much as I wanted her. Just like you'll learn
that Brooke wants you." Still cupping my cock Kathy
continued, "Mike, Brooke and Kayla are just as much
women as I when it comes to their desires. They have
the same wants. They just lack experience. I don't
want to see them hurt by their inexperience. You are a
good lover." Squeezing my cock she smiled lecherously,
"And you know some wonderful tricks to make a women
scream in pleasure. If I were going to pick a first
lover for Kayla I couldn't pick a better one." 

"Thank you Kathy. But, we didn't even have any
foreplay. How do you know I'm such a good lover?"

She smiled. "Because of how you moved in me. You
didn't just pound into me. You let your body caress
mine with every stroke. I loved the little circles you
made." She reached down and squeezed my cock. "And
when I wanted it hard and fast you gave it to me. You
responded to me even without words. You made love to
me with your eyes and your mind. Our minds were
touching just as much as our bodies. That is what
makes you a special lover. That's what Kayla should
have in her first lover. And Brooke." She rolled over
me so that our bodies were touching all over. "Mike. I
wasn't sure before. Now I am."

Images of Kayla filled my mind. Making love to virgin
Kayla. Her lithe body under mine. Tasting her never
breached pussy. Feeling my cock slide into her virgin
pussy. Kathy was rubbing against my cock. The images
of Kayla filled it with blood. It quickly regained its
strength. Kathy smiled, "I see it agrees with me. Do
you always respond so quickly?"

"No. I mean not for years."

"So it must be Kayla." I started to protest. "Shush.
I'm not insulted. I'm glad you're excited. She excites
me as well." Kathy lifted up and my cock sprang free.
Lowering her hips she said, "This time let's have a
nice slow fuck," as she slid down over me.

Kayla

On Tuesday afternoon the front bell rang. It was
Kayla.

"Hi. Can I come in?"

"Sure. But Brooke isn't home."

As she walked in and I closed the door she said, "I
know. She's over at my house."

"What's she doing over there?" I asked.

"Probably the same thing you were doing Saturday
night," she said looking at me intently. 

I didn't say anything but I'm sure my face gave me
away. "What do you mean?"

"Making love to my mom," Kayla said evenly.

No way to finesse that was there? So I ignored it.
"Kayla, what can I do for you?"

"I'm ready."

I knew what she meant by the way she said it. My
stomach was filled with butterflies. "Kayla. I don't
think this is a good idea."

"Mom said you thought I was sexy. Do you?" I couldn't
answer because the answer was yes and I certainly
didn't want to admit that out loud. "She also said
that if you didn't say yes right away I should take
off my clothes and lead you to the bedroom. She said
you would do what I wanted. Is that true?" Again the
accused stood mute as the answer was, yes. Kayla
looked at me expectantly and when no answer was
forthcoming she pulled her sweater off over her head.
She wasn't wearing anything under it. My eyes glued
themselves to her breasts. They were lovely. Kayla
held still as I admired her. Her hands went to the fly
of her jeans. She unzipped them and pushed them and
her panties down. She stepped out of her sandals and
the jeans. She semi-turned toward the bedrooms. "Do I
really have to pull you into the bedroom?"

Damn that woman, I thought. Just as she had on
Saturday, Kathy knew exactly how to manipulate me. I
recalled the feeling I had Saturday when I knew I was
out-maneuvered. I was feeling it again. Only this time
it was her daughter. I had a moment of mental protest
knowing I should be the one in charge. But faced with
a nubile naked woman who was inviting me to take
pleasure from her body my will to resist collapsed
just as Man's will had collapsed in the Garden.  "No,"
I said around my constricted throat. "Kayla, are you
really sure?"

"Yes, Mike." She stressed the Mike putting us on an
equal footing. She was assuming the mantle of
adulthood. Her tone of voice said, I'm not a little
girl anymore. She was a vision of loveliness. Her long
brunette hair was flowing freely shaping itself to her
lithe body. Her face was long like her body with thin
eyebrows above dark eyes. Small breasts jutted out
above her slender waist with a small dark patch over
her womanhood. Long slender legs echoing the curves of
her body. I wished I had a camera to make a record of
this moment. I knew I would treasure this vision in my
mind forever. She extended her hand to me. I took it
and we walked hand in hand into my bedroom.

Once in the bedroom Kayla looked a lot less sure of
herself. It amazing how much a situation can change in
five seconds. "Are you really sure Kayla?"

She looked at me. "Oh God yes Mike. Brooke and me have
been talking about this forever." Forever? More likely
a month. But at sixteen a month can be forever. "I'm
just a little, you know, nervous. I mean God. I don't
know what to do," she answered plaintively.

This, from a young woman who, from all accounts, had
seduced my daughter and her own mother. I smiled
reassuringly. "So you know, I'm just as nervous."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really." I nodded.

"Why? You've done it before," she asked with a puzzled
look.

I was struck by the situation. Here I was talking with
a beautiful young and delightfully naked woman while I
stood there in my clothes. What the hell am I doing?
What aren't I ripping my clothes off and jumping into
bed instead of talking? "Should I take off my
clothes?"

Kayla smiled. "Yeah sure. But why are you nervous?"

I answered as I unbuttoned my shirt. Kayla sat on the
bed listening intently as I talked. "Of course I'm
nervous. Men feel performance anxiety. We feel like we
are responsible to 'perform.' We have to get an
erection." Kayla glanced down to where I was pushing
my pants down. My erection popped up and bounced. I
glanced down as well. "Well, maybe that won't be a
problem today." She giggled. "Seriously, men do have
anxiety about their performance. And I am a little
nervous because I know it's your first time. I want to
make it wonderful for you." 

"Thank you, Mike. So you don't mind that I'm a
virgin?"

"No. I kinda like it. It's like a fantasy for me.
Brooke's mom and I met in high school. I was her first
and it was special for me. I want this to be special
for both of us. Hopefully, I'll be better than I was
that night. We were both so inexperienced..." My voice
trailed off as I remembered that night in the backseat
of my old Ford.  We had been necking for several
months. For the past month we had been getting closer
and closer to intercourse. The prior weekend we had
gotten completely undressed and rubbed our genitals
together. I had cum all over her stomach. This night
we both knew it was going to happen. I remember how
nervous we were. How difficult it was to penetrate
her. The rubbing of dry body part against dry body
part. How she had winced and cried at the pain, How
quickly I came. It wasn't exactly a night to recall
with pleasure. "It's my chance to do it right. To make
your first time as wonderful as I can."

"Yeah. That's what my mom said too. She said that's
why it'd be so great to have a guy who knows how to
make the first time feel good. Mike?" she asked. I
nodded. "You will make me feel good won't you?"

I smiled reassuringly. "I'll do my best, sweetheart."

Kayla seemed reassured and then glanced down. I had
finished taking off my clothes. "Can I touch it?"

"It's all yours," I answered as I stepped over to the
bed. 

Kayla's hand wrapped around my cock. She pulled on it
softly watching as the skin moved over it. "Wow. It
feels soft and hard at the same time. It's feels big."
She glanced up with a hint of apprehension. 

I smiled. It's always nice to hear the word big in
connection with one's equipment. "Believe me, you'll
like it. You'll probably want it bigger once we're
done."

"Really?" She ran her hand up and down it watching
intently. "Cool."

"Let's lay down sweetheart. I want to kiss you." Kayla
moved over into the center of the bed and lay back her
hair forming a mandala around her head. I lay down
next to her, my chest covering hers and brought our
lips together. Our tongues intertwined and chased back
and forth. The girl sure knew how to kiss. Breaking
the kiss, my lips trailed down to her neck nipping and
licking. I stopped at her breast. It was small and
topped by an erect nipple. Running my tongue over
around her tit I worked in toward the middle until my
tongue was lapping at the erect button. Taking it
between my lips sucking and nibbling Kayla moaned and
twitched from the sensations. My hand wandered down
until it grazed the soft hair over her pussy. Kayla's
legs parted as my hand pushed down over her pussy. I
played with her lips while sucking and kissing her
tits. I used her labia to massage the clitoris. That
brought another low moan from Kayla. 

Hearing her moan heightened my own excitement. I moved
down until I was looking at her pussy. I pushed her
legs up then draped them down over my back. The aroma
of her arousal wafted up to me as I moved forward and
stabbed my tongue into her wet and reddened pussy. Her
pussy lips parted as my tongue worked its way up. The
sweet taste of arousal was on my tongue as it lapped
and twisted around her erect clitoris. Kayla's head
rolled from side to side as I sucked her clitoris
between my lips gently rolling it back and forth while
flicking it with my tongue tip. My finger found the
entrance to her vagina and gently entered her. Soon I
was fucking her with my finger and my mouth. 

Kayla moaned and with her voice thick with lust said,
"I thought men didn't know how to eat pussy. God
you're as good as Brooke." I smiled as I continued
lapping and sucking. Her pussy was awash in her
juices. 

She was as ready as she'd ever be. Moving over her I
lined up the head of my cock with her pussy. She was
all corners and edges and there wasn't much to her.
She seemed light as a feather as I wrapped my arm
around her shoulders and settled between her thighs. I
quit noticing the bony parts as my cock sank into her
pussy. I was waiting for some resistance but never met
any. Soon the base of my cock was rubbing against her
clitoris. 

I paused for a moment and looked down at Kayla's face.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly
parted. My heart skipped a beat as I thought about
what was happening. I was living out a fantasy, a wet
dream, a not to be believed experience. My cock was in
a beautiful young woman no older than my daughter. 

Kayla's eyes opened. Her face was a mask of desire.
She bucked around my cock. "I'm ready." Another buck
and then, "Please."

Ever the gentleman I pulled out and then lanced back
into her pussy. She bit her lip and pushed up to meet
my thrust. We moved into a slow rhythm, several deep
followed by several shallow thrusts and then repeat
until she screams. At least that is what the Japanese
pillow book prescribed. 

I tried to wait. But the pleasure and the pressure
soon overwhelmed me and the tempo increased until I
was slamming into her. I felt the tingling presaging
the eruption as the pressure built and built. Kayla's
dark hair was spread over the bed as she rolled her
head back and forth. Her breath was now coming in
short pants and gasps broken up by the low moans. 

I couldn't wait any longer. Overwhelmed by the feel of
her body against mine, her pussy grasping my cock my
body betrayed me and loosed the eruption of cum into
Kayla's waiting body. I slammed home as each spasm
shook me sending my cum deeply into her. Flooded by
the warmth and wetness my cock continued to plow into
her. A last weak ejaculation and I was done.

I felt Kayla's hands digging into my arms so I kept
fucking her. I forced my muscles, now spent of energy,
to continue and was soon rewarded when Kayla started
to buck furiously under me. I tried to match her and
our bodies slammed and smashed together. She threw her
head back and I watched the red flush spread over her
creamy white skin as she crested her climax. A last
gasp and I fell onto her slender spent body. Kayla ran
her hands over my back. With the last of my strength I
pushed myself to her side pulling her with me and
collapsed. We lay together, my cock slowly shrinking
until it slid from her pussy. Kayla looked at me, her
face filled with satiation, leaned forward and kissed
me gently and yet passionately. 

I must have nodded off because the next thing I
remember was awaking with a start as Kayla was
climbing off the bed. It was twilight outside creating
a gloaming mood in the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Oh." She turned toward me. "You're awake."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. Not very
gentlemanly."

"No. It's cool. I was wiped out too. I'm going to take
a shower," she answered.

"Can I join you?" I asked. 

Her face lit up. "Cool. I've never done that before."
I followed her into my bath suite. One nice thing
about this house was a large shower with two
showerheads. I've always been a fan of naked women and
no better way to enjoy the sight then with a woman all
sudsy in your shower. I turned on the water and waited
for the right temperature.

"Oh way cool. Two showers," Kayla said.

"Yeah," I said smiling. "That way you can have someone
help you wash your back."

Kayla's face broke into an impish grin, "What about
the front?"

"That too." I grabbed two towels off the rack and
handed one to Kayla before stepping into the shower.
Kayla followed me and we were soon soapy. I grabbed a
bar and started on her back. Who needs a washcloth
when you have a beautiful young woman in the shower?
My hands ran all over her, from the top of her
shoulders, along her back, over her cute little ass
and down her long slender legs. I felt a gentle
stirring in my loins. 

Kayla turned and let the water cascade down her back.
"Your turn." I turned and felt her hands working
across my shoulders. It was highly erotic, not knowing
and yet expecting her hands to work their way down.
When she reached my ass and then my thighs I felt
another jump in blood flow to my nether regions.
"Done," she said. I turned and let the water rinse the
soap from my back. 

Kayla waited with anticipation as I finished rinsing
my back and picked up the soap again. She smiled as I
started on her front. Her nipples crinkled as I soaped
up her breasts. I soaped up her small pubic triangle
and then ran my hand between her legs gently washing
the stickiness from her. Her eyes closed as I did. I
washed the insides of her thighs and down to her feet.
I tried to think of a way to extend the washing but I
had covered every inch. Oh well. "You're done," I
said. Kayla turned into the stream of water letting it
wash the soap away. I waited while she rinsed. 

When she was finished she took the soap from me and
started on my chest. My anticipation grew as her hands
moved lower, and lower. Looking up at me she smiled
and wrapped her soapy hand around my cock. She laved
it and washed around my balls before returning to my
cock, now half erect, and running her soapy hand up
and down its length. It was too soon to return to full
strength but it let Kayla know it was enjoying the
attention. She smiled at me again before letting go
and moving down to my legs. Too soon I was done. I
stepped into the spray as Kayla rinsed the soap from
her hands.

I slapped the control lever and we stepped from the
shower and toweled off. I kept looking at her, the
flat planes of her belly, the tight jiggle in her
breasts, her long legs. I felt like I was dreaming as
I had so many times about her. An air of unreality
hung about me. I kept asking myself, 'Did I really
just make love to this beautiful vision?' 

Shaking my head I looked at the clock and realized it
was dinnertime. "You hungry?"

Kayla threw her towel back on the rack, "Yeah. How
'bout pizza?"

As if I could deny her anything at that moment. "Sure.
What do you like?"

"Pepe's has a special with everything," she said with
a rush.

"Give 'em a call and have it delivered."

"Great. I could eat a horse." She skipped out to the
bedroom and threw on her clothes before going out to
make the call. I followed along and put on a kimono
and then followed her to the phone. She was just
finishing as I came up. "Half hour," she said.

I bent down and kissed her forehead. "Well, I like a
nice Merlot with a special. How about you?"

"Wine? Really? Cool." I took her hand and went into
the kitchen where I grabbed a Merlot. I opened it with
a flourish which made her smile and then poured us
both a glass.

"To a beautiful woman," I said holding up the glass.
Kayla faintly blushed and tapped my glass.

"To a wonderful lover," she said tipping her glass. I
inclined my head and tapped her glass. 

I grabbed the wine and we went into the den. Soon we
were talking, well, more exactly Kayla was talking and
I was nodding my head with an occasional word. We had
finished a glass each when the pizza arrived. I
brought it in along with a couple of plates. The pizza
hardly discommoded Kayla at all. She could eat, drink
and talk all at the same time. Amazing. Before I knew
it I was up on all the school gossip, her teachers,
college plans and potential boyfriends, a curious
subject I thought as we had just screwed our brains
out. I realized that she thought of me as a way to
learn and experience and not as an emotional
attachment. It was somewhat deflating even if she was
right. It's not like we were going to 'go steady.' 

The next time I looked at the clock it was nine.
"Kayla?"

"Un what?" she said around another slice of pizza.

"What are your plans for the evening?"

She looked at the clock. "Oh, I was going to go home
and Brooke is coming back here. If that's ok."

"Yeah, that's fine. Maybe some other time you can stay
all night." 

I could see her mulling the thought. "I never thought
of that. That might be cool." She jumped up and came
over before sprawling into my lap. "Thank you for
everything. This is exactly what I hoped it would be
like. I didn't want to learn from some guy in the back
of his old Chevy." She kissed me, not passionately but
more with appreciation.

"Kayla. I can't tell you how much this meant to me. It
was very special for me as well." She leaned forward
and kissed me again. "Can I give you a ride?"

"What? It's only a block."

"I know but I thought a gentleman should offer."

She laughed and bounced up from my lap. "Nope. I'll
walk." 

I followed her to the front door and watched through
the front windows as she waltzed down the street. I
was still in disbelief as I watched her slim figure
walk away highlighted in a pool of light, then
disappearing between the streetlights only to reappear
in the next pool of light. I smiled as vivid streaming
video of the last hours ran through my head. Kayla
disappeared around the curve. I turned and heading off
to my room. I was drained physically and emotionally.
I was asleep in minutes.

(Continued in part 2)

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