This story is a work of fiction-sort of.
All of the sexual adventures happened, just not all of them to me. Believe me, I
wish they did. It is up to you, the reader, to figure out which ones I was
involved in. To be sure, I have changed the names, places, and bodies to protect
the not so innocent. I would appreciate your comments. You may e-mail them to me
at LIFEOVER40@AOL.COM.
Chapter one: The Awakening
I knew from the
first time I touched my little "flesh button" at the ripe age of 13, I was
destined for sluthood. In fact, after rubbing it that first time I was more than
a little pissed at myself that I didn't start a few years earlier. I first
started filling "the itch" in my pussy when I was 11 years old. I had no idea
what it was of course. If I did, I would have found the nearest banana and
fucked my little cunt silly. Not knowing and too embarrassed to ask my mother
about it, I just suppressed "the itch." At 13, the itch was getting stronger and
came on a lot more frequently. I was struggling to fight it. Luckily, I was at
the right place at the right time and a whole new intoxicating world opened to
me-I never had to struggle with the itch again!
It was an ordinary day
except that school had gotten off early. I always walked home from school since
I only lived about a half-mile away. Not needing a ride home, I neglected to
tell my mom that this was a teacher conference day and I would be coming home
early. When I arrived at the house, I noticed my dad's car was home. Normally,
he didn't come home for lunch so I suppose this was a special day for him. It
didn't matter to me anyway, I figured I'd just go to my room and do some
reading.
Reading was my way of taking my mind off the seemingly endless
"itch" in my pussy. My little pussy had been "itching" really bad today and I
really needed a diversion. I was currently reading "Swiss Family Robinson" and
when I read it I got so absorbed in it, the only thing I thought about were the
adventures the family were going through. My little cunty was getting worse and
worse and the poor thing was really wet today. My panties were soaked and I had
no idea why. I wonder if it was from daydreaming about Billy. Billy just had the
cutest freckled face with red hair and green eyes. He was a year ahead of me and
never even gave me the time of day. Yet, every time I looked at him, my cunty
started to "itch," and the next thing I knew my panties were
soaked.
Today, I'm sure he actually smiled at me as we passed each other
in the hall. From that point on, my cunty was all a mess and I'm sure my panties
were stained again. This time though, even my nipples hurt. At this point in
time, I had small bumps -- not breasts. However, I had rather large nipples and
aureoles even then. Anyway, I was thankful to be home at last so I could lose
this feeling.
I openned the kitchen door and started to make my way to my
room on the second floor. In order to get to the stairway, I had to pass right
by my parent's room. I hadn't seen them in the kitchen or living room so I
figured they were taking a nap in the bedroom. They often did that. Just closed
their door and have some quiet time. I often wondered what they did during this
quiet time, since it was seldom ever quiet. Recently, I had begun to notice more
and more a lot of low octave moaning and groaning emanating from the room when
they closed their door. My stupid brother said they were having sex. The only
thing I knew about sex was from seeing two dogs go at it. The male dog seemed to
really like it, but the female just kind of stood there. I figured mom really
must love day to have to put up with that all the time. Yet, I was curious as
hell to see what they were up too. When I noticed their door was open, I figured
I might get lucky and really see something good. Therefore, I took off my shoes
and tried to be as quiet as I could. As I approached their room I could hear
them talking. As I said, their door was open but they must have been sitting on
their bed because I couldn't see them by looking straight through the doorway.
However, my mom's dresser had a large mirror attached. If I stood at the right
angle I could see their bed clearly but they wouldn't be able to see me. Thank
goodness I had already checked this out.
"Oh Jack, it's so big and hard.
Is it really mine to play with? Mommy really likes it big and hard, makes me
want to suck it just like a big lollipop."
"I don't know? Have you been a
good little slut today? What have you shoved up that pussy of yours to get ready
for me?"
Wow, what that hell were my parents talking about and why was my
mother talking like a baby? I couldn't believe my ears! With my curiosity
peaked, I just had to peek at the angle shot. What I saw on that bed, changed my
life forever. My dad was sitting on the bed with this giant thing between his
legs sticking straight up in the air. It must have been hurting him terribly
because my mother was rubbing it to make it feel better. Now I realized that
must have been my dad's pee pee because I changed enough diapers while
baby-sitting to know guys had a thing between their legs. I had often heard my
bother and others call it a cock or a dick. Whatever the name, I'd never seen
one look like that. I hoped my dad wasn't sick or anything.
"So tell me
slut, what did you have shoved up your cunt when I called you on the
phone?"
"My, my vibrator," my mom answered in her sheepish baby talk. "I
was thinking of your hot cock fucking my cunt and I just needed it Jack. Mommy
needed her pussy teased to prepare it for you."
"Show me. Show me how you
stuffed that slutty cunt of yours? You sure you didn't have a banana or cucumber
stuffed up there like you normally do?"
"No I swear Jack. I'll show
you."
I was captivated by these words. I had never heard them before.
What was a vibrator? I was about to find out. I had no intention of moving from
my spot and I couldn't even if I wanted to -- I was transfixed. I felt something
running down my thigh. What was happening to me? The sight of my dad's hard cock
had my pussy tingling like it never tingled before. My budding breasts started
to ache again and my hand moved instinctively up to them to rub the ache away.
As I began to rub, I watched my mother reach under her pillow and grab an object
hidden there. It looked like a small tapered cylinder coming almost to a point
at the end. I think it was made out of chrome because it was silver and really
shinny like a car bumper. My jaw dropped as I saw my sweet mom spread her legs
wide, place one hand on top of her pussy and spread their lips apart and then
insert that vibrator thing into her pussy. Her pussy sucked it right up? I
couldn't believe it! At this point my father grabbed the vibrator and started to
move it in and out of my mom's pussy. Then he clicked something on it and it
started to make this noise and my mom really started moaning.
"Mommy
wants her cunt fucked. Stuff my cunt with that toy. It feels so good. You're
going to make mommy cum. Yes Jack, harder Jack, don't stop Jack, I need it
Jack."
My mother was going on and on. I could see moisture all over her
thighs just like the moisture I felt between mine. I saw my Dad take the
vibrator thing out of mom and he started to rub it over a little protrusion at
the top of her pussy.
"That's it Jack, give my clit some attention. Rub
my clit. Rub it harder, make mommy cum.
For some reason, my other hand,
the one not manipulating my right breast, went down to my own pussy and slid my
panties down and off. They were sure soaked. I thought I peed in them they were
so wet, but I didn't remember doing it. I instinctively moved my legs apart as
my index finger searched for the spot on me that was so affecting my mom. BINGO!
A wave of electrical current hit me when I found it. Wild sensations were
running up and down my spine and my legs got weak. I started to rub this clit
thing up and down and the feeling was so perfectly wonderful I knew from that
point on I couldn't let one day go by without feeling like this. What ever it
was, my mom was sure spasmatic over it. She was bucking her hips up and down
bouncing off the bed, yelling at my father to fuck her slutty cunt with his big
joystick.
"Not now slut. I want to make that slutty cunt of yours cum
with my mouth. You want that bitch? You want my hot tongue in that cunt of
yours? Shit you've had every thing else in there, now it's my tongue's
turn.
"Mommy wants your tongue. Yeah, give my sloppy cunt your tongue.
Make me cum with that lick stick," my mom yelled.
I watched intently as
my dad took a pillow from the bed and placed in on the floor. He then knelt down
while my mother placed her ass close to the edge of the bed and positioned her
pussy right in front of my dad's face. My dad then spread my mom's legs out as
far as they would go and commenced to stick his tongue in her pussy. He was
licking it all over before finally setting on one particular area. It then
looked like he was sucking on something. As he starting sucking, one of his
fingers disappeared in mom's pussy. Then he put in another, then a third one. To
my utter surprise, this was bringing immense pleasure to my mom. She was moaning
and groaning and looked like she was in pleasure heaven. My own little fingers
where hard at work themselves. The fingers in my right hand were now pinching my
hardened nipples, while my index finger of my left was rubbing up and down on my
hard little mound of flesh at the top of my own soaking cunty. My breath was
coming faster and faster and I felt like I was going to faint. I didn't want to
do that cause I was afraid I might miss something. So I kind of paused so I
could catch my breath and regain my composure somewhat.
Something was
happening to my body. It was like I was possessed -- I didn't want to stop.
However, I had this commanding power in my brain that was driving me to remain
standing until this exciting bedroom scene between my parents played out. It was
like I was telling myself, you can play with yourself later, stay and learn what
you can now. What I was learning was that if a tongue and fingers manipulate
your pussy long enough, you have some sort of pleasurable build up then a
powerful release.
"Yes, Jack yes oh god Jack that so good. Mommy's
cumming, fuck it's so good. Ahhhhhggggg!!!!!!
I never realized my mom
even knew the word "fuck" much less ever use it. She sure was having some kind
of pleasurable experience. An experience that made her kick her legs and scream
and buck and put her in a state of which I have never seen her in. When her ass
flew up in the air then slammed back down I just knew she was releasing
something from her pussy. And like a good lap dog, my father was licking it all
up!
My mother's excitement seemed to be leaving her now, but somehow it
seemed magically transferred to my dad. He even changed places with my mother
although he didn't spread his legs out like she did. His pee pee, I mean cock,
seemed even bigger now. It was really swollen and it looked like it had a big
purple head on it. My mother then started kissing his boo boo, however, this
seemed to excite dad even more. He reached for the back of mom's head and told
her to, "put her slutty mouth around it and suck it good!" Then mom started
putting his cock in her mouth, then dad push her head down so the whole thing
was in there. How did she ever fit that whole thing in without gagging, was a
wonder to me. Mom then started to move her head up and down on dad's cock. It
looked just like she was bobbing for apples. While she was doing this, she put a
hand on my dad cock and started running it up and down its shaft as well. Mom
certainly knew what she was doing and I could tell she was really enjoying
giving dad so much pleasure. It looked like Dad's eyes were rolled back into his
head, and his face was all contorted-but he was loving it that's for
sure.
"Oh you fucking hot bitch. Your mouth is so good on my cock. I just
had to have your slutty mouth on it today. Suck me off whore, I love it, I
fucking love it.
My father was just as good at talking dirty as mom was.
I couldn't believe he called my mom a whore. I was half expecting her to slap
his face but all she did was suck harder. Now it was my father's turn to start
bucking and trying to shove his cock further and further into my mom's mouth.
This didn't bother mom at all, I guess she was expecting it.
I guess she
was expecting what happen next too! All of a sudden, mom's head came off dad's
cock and she stated jerking it as fast as she could. Then she briefly paused to
stick his cock right between her big titties. She then pushed her titties
together, mashing them against the side of Dad's cock and he began to push his
cock back and forth between them. Then he cried out and mom whooped with joy as
dad shot this white liquid into the air splattering onto mom chin and breasts.
This didn't upset mom either as she began to gather the liquid with her fingers
and lick it up. I guess whatever it was sure tasted good because she sure like
getting it in her mouth. My mom then lifted her breasts to her mouth and began
licking the liquid off her breasts. I wondered if my little mounds would ever
get so big that I could do that?
As soon as my dad shot his load of fluid
on mom, it was as if someone had flicked a switched. Instead of talking baby
talk and all those dirty words, they were back to their mushy selves. They were
kissing and hugging and telling each other how much they loved one another. It
was enough to make any teenager want to puke. I couldn't listen to that stuff,
so I slowly started making my way, very quietly, up the stairs to my room. I
immediately threw my soaked panties in the hamper and lay down on my bed. I
hoisted my skirt up and then began rubbing my pussy in earnest, trying to
remember what my father had done to drive my mother so crazy. It was hard to
concentrate though because my finger on by little clit just felt too damn good
and all I wanted to do is just rub it, rub it, and rub it some more.
As I
rubbed it, I started feeling something building in the pit of my stomach. I shut
my eyes and tried to catch some air as this feeling raced down from my pit and
hit my pussy with an explosion that curled my toes and made me almost pull one
of my little nipples off my body from pulling on it so hard. My whole body was
now shaking and tingling. It was such a wonderful sensation I instantly knew I
wanted, no needed, to have it as many times a day as humanly
possible.
Nothing in my life could remotely compare to this feeling. I
was soon to discover that this was but a small eruption compared to other future
sexual explosions I would have. Nevertheless, it awakened my sensual being. I
had to have more and more of this pleasure from this moment on. So much for
"Swiss Family Robinson!"
I had to discover everything there was to know
about sex so I could increase my pleasure. But where and how do I start? I
figure I'd start by reflecting on what I saw in the mirror downstairs. I had
this kind of button that I now knew was my clit. This clit could give me great
pleasure when touched properly, so I needed to investigate that. I got up and
went to get my hand mirror so I got see what my clit looked like. When I got up,
this juice started running down my leg. Was this what I produced when I
shuttered so hard? I thought I felt something excreting from my pussy but I
couldn't tell for sure, confused by the state I was in. Then I remembered my
father licking this out of mom and how mom licked dad's so I thought, what the
hell, I should taste this stuff. I ran my finger over the liquid then licked it
off with my tongue. Not so bad, but not a lot of taste either. It had this musty
order to it and I did notice a slight tingle again in my pussy as I got a good
whiff of it. So this is what makes dogs so excited when they smell a bitch in
heat. Was that what I was, a bitch in heat?
No time now to ponder that
question. I wondered into the upstairs bathroom I shared with my older (by two
years) brother. I got a face cloth out and started rubbing my juice off of my
leg. I then started to clean off my pussy and noticed that I was really
lingering in this area. Taking a lot of time to ensure I got every drop. Hell,
who was I kidding, I was rubbing my clit with the cloth. It seems the cloth was
awakening the forces again. I sat down on the seat and spread my legs far apart.
I needed to see what was causing this lovely feeling once again. I picked up my
mirror I had laid on the sink and put it between my legs and dropped the cloth
to the floor. Then I used my left hand to spread my pussy lips apart just like I
had seen my mom do. I looked at the reflection in the mirror. There was indeed a
bump on the top of my pussy. It appeared it was covered by a little hood. I
wondered if my clit was under the hood. I tried to move the hood up without
moving the mirror or letting my pussy lips unspread. It was a challenge, but I
finally did it. There it was. I tiny little elongated piece of sensitive flesh.
Without realizing what I was doing, I moved the handle of my mirror up a bit and
touched my now exposed clit with the handle. Wow, that was the pleasure place
for sure. The good feeling I just had was racing back again. I tried to remain
more composed this time so I could experiment and learn as I discover the joys
of clit playing. I started to rub the handle faster against my joy button. This
was nothing short of heaven!
Then a flash of my father's fingers buried
deep in my mother's pussy hit my frontal lobe. Didn't he ask her about all the
things she had put in her pussy? Oh how I wished I had mom's little toy to try.
No time to run downstairs for a banana or cucumber either. However, I had this
handle? What would that be like? Only one way to find out. I used my finger to
try and find the whole where fingers, toys and apparently fruit go to give
pleasure. I finally found my pussy entrance a little lower down. I tried my
index finger first and my pussy still being so wet, it slipped right
in.
It was only in a small way but I could already tell this was way more
exciting than just rubbing my little clit. I guided the handle of my mirror down
to where my finger was imbedded in my pussy. I removed my finger and slowly
replaced it with the tapered end of the mirror. Ever so slowly, I pushed it in.
Further and further it went until it hit something. The handle must have only
been in three inches or so before it hit the snag. Now I know my mom had a lot
more than three inches of her toy in her hole, how come I couldn't get at least
half as much?
Whatever was preventing more handle penetration would have
to be discovered later. I was afraid to "break" anything in there and not have
it work again. Therefore, I just moved the handle slowly back out. Then back in.
Then back out. Just as I had seen my father doing to my mom. In and out the
handle went. I started to feel so wonderful again that I was lost to the world.
When I started rubbing my little clit in concert with my stroking, well, this
was way better than the first time with just my finger rubbing my clit. Hard to
believe, but the feeling can be improved upon, I said to myself! I got more
daring as my handle and finger went to work simultaneously. I leaned back again
the back of the toilet and just let it flow. It was all I could do just to stay
on the seat. The pleasure was just too intense for me to stop or to notice
someone watching me.
I continued to masturbate, as I leaned what it was
called later on, oblivious to the world. I had no idea how long I was
masturbating or what cause me to look towards the door. When I did, I saw Greg,
my 15-year-old brother, standing there. I was startled, but not enough to move.
I was too close to the end -- and I had to experience what I knew was coming
next! I had to have my end!
He was smiling at me and didn't look like he
wanted me to stop anyway. Then I saw why. His cock was sticking threw his fly
and he hand his hand wrapped around it and was stroking hard just like mom had
stroked dad's earlier. For some reason, the sight of him stroking himself just
increased my desire to masturbate harder. Harder I went until once again this
feeling lifted my ass of the toilet seat, completely overwhelming me, and
rocking every nerve ending in my body. As I sat shuttering from another pussy
explosion, I saw Greg's ass move back and forth and then his white fluid started
spraying out of his cock hole.
He sure had a lot of the stuff. He fired
off about five good sprays before it finally just started dribbling out. When it
was done dribbling, he picked up the face cloth I had discarded and wipe himself
off. Pleased with himself, he threw the cloth at me and said, "don't tell anyone
or you're dead meat," and he was gone.
The cloth hit me in the face so I
naturally just took a whiff. It had the same kind of musty order my juice had. I
stood up, this time expecting juices to flow down my leg and again they did so.
While wiping them off, I noticed Greg's juice lumping up on the floor. I reached
down and picked some up with my finger to examine it. Why did mom enjoying this
stuff so much? I realized this was an opportunity that couldn't be passed up-I
put it in my mouth. Might be better warm, I thought.
I went back to my
room and put on a clean pair of panties. I laid on my bed and tried to think
about what to do next. I knew what I wanted, I wanted to go touch my brother's
cock. I had seen two in one day. However, I heard my brother going back down the
stairs so I'm sure he was gone for awhile. Then I started thinking about Billy's
cock-did it have freckles like his face. The thought of his freckled cock
started my pussy "itching" again. Oh well, if it got too bad I was now secure in
the knowledge that this time, I'd know how to scratch it.
Chapter Two:
Lessons Learned Well
I sat at my desk to contemplate all that had
happened to me today. I figured I had to write it all down while it was fresh in
my mind. I needed to dissect every detail and by writing it down it would ensure
I didn't forget anything later on. Not that forgetting was likely to happy.
Nevertheless, I couldn't take any chances with such important data. Moreover,
there was no way I would be able to keep this to myself. I'd simply have to tell
someone! I'd be better able to explain it after I had written down the finer
points and mulled them over.
So with pen in hand I started to jot down
notes about things I saw or heard but did not understand. I wrote down every
thing I could remember, from the strange talk to discovering my clit. I also
wrote down how, after a man gets excited, white stuff comes out of his pee hole.
Finally, I jotted down a few notes about my pussy hole, like how my mom's was so
much deeper than mine. As I was finishing up my notes, my mom called me down
stairs to help her with some chores.
"What time did you get home dear? I
didn't hear you come in."
"I don't know, must have been close to one. I
didn't see anyone so I just went up stairs and read my book."
"Greg said
he heard you in the bathroom, that's the only way I knew you where home. I
wished you'd tell me when you have half days. I could have prepared some lunch
for you. You must be starving."
"I ate my sandwich on the way home, so
I'm not that hungry. Sorry I didn't tell you about the half-day thing, I thought
Greg would tell you," I lied
"Now you know Greg can hardly remember to
tie his shoes these days. Girls or sports are all that he's concern with. If his
head wasn't attached, he'd forget that as well!"
I figured now was a good
time to hit old mom up about what men and women did together, you know the birds
and the bees speech. Maybe she could explain a few things. Hell, she could
explain everything I imagined from what I had seen today. I had a million
questions, but I couldn't ask most of them without giving away my
secrets.
"Yea, I noticed that myself. Why do you think he thinks about
girls so much all of a sudden? I think I liked him better when he was just
thinking about playing basketball.
"He's going though puberty is all.
Everyone goes through it sooner or later my dear."
"What's puberty
mom?"
"Well, it's when a boy starts changing into a man. It's the same
for girls with the first have their periods"
I had started my period
about ten months ago, just after my 13th birthday. My mom had been pretty good
about explaining all the technical stuff that happens to a woman's body each
month, and even why it happens. Of course she did it in a way that didn't
mention a damn thing about cocks and how your pussy gets so when you think about
one or sticking bananas and cucumbers and oh yes, vibrators in between your
pussy lips. Somehow she managed to leave all that good stuff out. At least I
knew about eggs and how they got fertilized. What I wanted to know was how the
sperm got planted and why touching yourself felt so damn good.
"Can't he
change into a man without thinking about girls all the time?"
"No dear,
that just part of it."
Damn, is this woman ever going to give something
up? "Mom, do you thing he gets an "itch" down there when he thinks of girls," I
boldly asked.
"My, you are full of questions today aren't
you."
"How am I going to know anything if you don't tell me mother." "I
guess I'll just have to ask Paula," I said in a huff
"I suppose I owe you
that. My mother never said a word to me about it. I was always so curious about
things and was dying to ask her. I suppose you're the same way. Hate for you to
learn like I did-experimentation! I guess it's high time we have a little women
to women chat. How about after supper we sit down and I'll answer all your
questions?"
"Really mom? I mean you'll explain stuff to me or just the
'put this here, that goes there' stuff."
"I will try to answer your
questions dear the best I can - within reason of course."
"Great mom.
Gee, I didn't think anyone would ever tell me anything."
"I understand
dear. I was your age once myself, remember. We'll have a good talk but for now I
got to get supper ready.
Supper never came so slow. I couldn't wait to
find out about what sex was really like-and from someone who really knew! I
wasn't disappointed either. I never realized how cool my mom really was. I think
the key to her willingness to open up was when I mentioned Paula. Paula was my
cousin, my mom's sister's daughter. Aunt Sue was divorced and there never was a
shortage of men around her place. Paula was about a year older than I was. We
saw each other all the time and I knew if I needed to know something about sex;
she'd be the right person to ask. All the guys at school said she was 'easy',
just like her mom. Anyway, I knew she had to know more about sex than I did. Now
my mom loved Paula like she was her own daughter. Yet, I was quite certain she
didn't want me learning anything about sex from her or Aunt Sue.
After
supper, Mom asked me to help her with the dishes. My brother was out at
basketball practice and Dad was over at Aunt Sue's fixing one of her pipes. We
had the house to ourselves.
My mom started telling all the basic stuff
first. You know the kind of things you would learn in a sex education class. I
didn't learn about it because they didn't have sex education in my school during
the sixties. By the time she finished, I know about how cocks got hard, hymens,
eggs, sperm, clits, orgasms, how a cock fits in a pussy and why-everything I
needed to know about how females got pregnant, I know knew. Even breast
milk.
"OK mom, so did you ever get urges when you were my
age?"
"Urges? Do you mean did I get horny? OH, I didn't explain horny did
I? Let's see. Horny is a word used to describe the feeling in your vagina. You
know the one that makes you squeeze your legs together and makes it drip, drip,
drip. When men get horny their penis becomes erect so it will fit in a female's
vagina. When a female gets horny or aroused, her vagina lubricates so it can
better accept a hard penis. Therefore, when you tell someone you're horny it
usually means you want to have intercourse or some kind of sex anyway. You'll
find that men are always saying they're horny. Anyway, it is quite a natural
thing to get horny, and yes I did, quite often in fact."
"Wow mom, I'm
the same way. I mean my pussy is always wet and I have this itch and I have this
really strong desire to rub it. I thought there was something wrong with me. So
mom, I mean did you rub it or is that wrong?"
"Terry, in my day people
didn't even discuss the word sex in public or with their children for that
matter. Masturbation was a taboo subject although I'm quite certain everyone was
doing it. Society said it would do bad things to you but I since discovered they
were just trying to keep the young folks from discovering and wanting sex too
early. They feared that masturbation would turn us all into sex maniacs and lead
to unwanted pregnancies. The real facts were had they explained everything to us
when we needed explained, all those girls might not have gotten pregnant like
they did anyway. When I think back it is little wonder sex was so big among
teens of that era - too much self-discovery."
"You mean it's OK to touch
myself?"
"Yes, my dear it is. Everyone does it and don't believe anyone
who says otherwise. It won't make you go blind or sick or anything else. What it
does is make you feel good. It's great for stress relief. More people should do
it. Keep them from getting so bitchy. Besides, no one ever got pregnant from
rubbing their clit."
"I touched myself today for the first time mom, it
was so wonderful it almost made me faint. I'm glad you told me what you did. I
didn't want to feel guilty."
"I'm glad you did too dear. Sex is wonderful
although I advise caution at your age, at least with boys. I'd also keep the
fact you like playing with yourself between you and me. Not everyone approves my
dear."
"Do you still do it mom. I mean when you get horny?"
"Yes,
but not often. I have your father dear and he keeps me from getting
urges."
"You mean you have his thing in your thing so you don't need to
do it yourself?"
"It's funny you calling it a thing. I figured all you
teens liked calling it cocks and pussies. Oh well, but yes to answer your
question, I'm quite satisfied so I don't need to pleasure myself as much. Still,
at times I do it, especially when I'm taking a bath."
"Can I try that?
What do you think about when you're doing it?"
"Yes, try it. I told you
not to be ashamed of your body or touching it - ever! I think about how happy
your dad makes me and that makes me horny. I'm really lucky to have him and I
can only hope you'll find someone who you enjoy sharing your body with as much
as I do with him."
"Gee, I never think of dad as being sexy or
anything."
"You're only 13. It's hard for you to understand what deep
emotional love really is. I'm sure you've had feelings for some boy at school
that just makes you crazy when you look at him. That's kind of what it's like,
except one hundred times more powerful. I would do anything to make your dad
happy. He's my life and he gave me two wonderful children. I love him more than
I can ever explain to you. It's just something you have to feel for yourself.
Imagine we've been married nearly seventeen years and my heart still skips a
beat every time he walks through that door. I just melt every time he kisses
me!"
"So I guess you guys still do it then even though your old and
everything and don't want anymore children."
"Old, we're not old - I'm
only 36 and we do it like crazy. That's what love is all about. I'll never get
tired of doing it. I hope to be doing it with dad when we're both in our
seventies, so we got a lot of doing it left. You'll find that once you start,
it's a hard thing to give up. So let's talk about that."
"I haven't done
that mom, I've just touched myself is all."
"I know dear, but you'll want
to some day soon. Once you start pleasuring yourself, it's only natural you'll
want the pleasure that only a man can give you. You may have many things in your
pussy but you'll discover nothing beats a nice hard
cock!"
"MOM!"
"What's the matter? You wanted to know didn't you?
Pussies are especially built for cocks--they love them! Now, your brain might
tell you that you'd only enjoy it with someone you love. However, your pussy has
a mind of its own and when it gets wet, it wants a cock in it. Sometimes women
will use other devices to pleasure themselves, but nothing can replace a cock in
my opinion. Besides, it's what nature intended.
"Do you use other things
mom?"
At this point, my mom went technical on me again. Explaining how
women use vibrators, candles, bananas and other assorted things to artificially
replace a man's penis. She had done this many times herself over the years to
relieve stress or when dad wasn't around, or to enhance the sex act (like this
afternoon). However, cocks were special as I discovered later for myself. Mom
was right, cocks are simply irreplaceable."
"Now boys are going to try
and get you to have sex with them. If they don't, I'd start to worry. They can't
help themselves. They were built to propagate the species."
"What? I'm
not following you mom."
"Think of it this way. We humans are mammals. Now
most male mammals try to breed with as many females as they can to keep the
species alive. You see this every day in nature. The human male is the same way
- it's built in. Fortunately, humans have the ability to reason. This ability
lets us live in a civilized society. It's this society that places rules and
restrictions on you to maintain this civilized state. Take away society and boys
would be running around trying to screw anything they could catch. Society might
restrict their sexual aggression but their basic desire is still there-built
right in. With that in mind, you can bet that the boys will try to get you
sexually aroused."
"So that's a bad thing for them to do? What will they
try to do to me to make me horny? What does nature make us do mom?"
"This
is fun talking to you like an adult. I thought I'd be nervous and afraid you
wouldn't understand. You have so many questions I just know I'm doing the right
thing talking to you like this."
"Yea mom, I love it too! I feel so much
better knowing I can ask you stuff - you're cool mom."
"That might me the
nicest compliment you ever gave me, now to answer your questions. No it's not a
bad thing for boys to try and make you horny. However, it is if you tell them
no. They'll start by kissing you and maybe trying to get their tongue in your
mouth. I know, sounds gross doesn't it? A lot of sexual things sound gross but
once you do them you'll find you'll like doing it. If you don't, then don't do
those things. Boys will always try to talk you into doing things you might not
be comfortable doing, so you'll have to be aware of this and trust your own
judgment."
"What else beside kissing. Will they try and feel me
up?"
"Big time. Men love breasts. Your father is... oh never mind.
Anyway, the boys will love trying to touch them. Some won't have a clue what
they are doing and squeeze too hard or pinch your nipples till they hurt.
However, if they do it properly it feels wonderful."
"How will I know if
they are doing it right?"
"Mostly if they are gentle, you will like it.
You can always fondle your own to discover what feeling you like
best."
"Gee mom, did you do that?"
"Yes, it's part of what
masturbation is all about. Learn to please yourself and you'll know how to help
your boyfriend please you. After all, most men and certainly young teens, are
more interested in pleasing themselves than their partner. You have to teach
them that pleasing you can be more pleasurable for the both of you. This is most
likely way over your head now and a lot for you to digest, but you'll see what
I'm talking about in time. It will come in handy later and if you forget, you
can always ask me anything you want, anytime you want, OK Terry?"
"Sure
mom, I will. No one has a mom a cool as you. So what else will boys try to do to
me to make me horny mom?"
"Their ultimate goal of course is to get their
penis in your pussy. They'll try and rub your clit and put their finger in it,
maybe even try to kiss it. All these things can make your head spin. So much so
you may even want to let them. At 13, you're much to young for that emotionally
and physically. Besides, penetration could bring babies then what would you do.
Sex can be fun, but it is also dangerous. That's why you always have to stay in
control. I could just tell you to stay in your room forever and just pleasure
yourself, but that's not the right thing to do. You need to learn to enjoy sex
and not shy away from it. And another thing, once you do one, everyone in school
will hear about it with all the bragging that will be going on. Hell, even if
you don't do anything, they'll say they fucked you. It's an ego thing with
them.
"So what should I do?"
"Leave the hot shots alone. They may
be kings of the school but they make the worst boyfriends. Now the quite, shy
ones appreciate a good woman and can be controlled. Not that they are wimps or
anything, it's just that they are more willing to share and sharing is what good
sex is all about. However, sometimes there is no controlling who you like or
love-you just do. Love is blind as they say."
"How do you control
dad?"
"I don't have to. We love and respect each other. I was talking
about controlling the sexual situation. Basically, once a guy cums he loses his
aggression. Boys want to cum, most don't care how. If you can manage to make
them cum, they'll forget about trying to get it in you and you can still have
fun. At some point, you'll find the right guy to make love with. Until them,
there are other ways to control them."
"How mom?"
"Masturbate them
with your hand is the easiest. Most of them jack-off as they call it five times
a day anyway, but they love having a girl do it. You can also let them rub their
penis on your leg or breasts or do what they really love the most-oral
sex."
"You mean put their penis in my mouth? Yuck!"
"Sounds yucky
but it's not. I'm not telling you to do it, not yet anyway. It's just one part
of sex that guys really enjoy. When they do it to you, you'll understand why. At
your age, I'm sure you'll be more into your own self-discovery than with any
boys. However, you'll hear kids gossip about things and you'll really know what
is going on. Information is power and guys won't be able to bullshit you. You'll
know more than them. Doesn't mean you have to act on it but you'll be prepared
for when you do."
My dad came through the door and kissed mom and I
noticed him touching her right breast. For the first time, I really noticed how
genuinely glad to see each other they were even after only being apart for a
short time.
As for me, I went up to my bedroom to explore my own breasts.
This time I didn't have to worry about my dear brother barging in on me since he
was off at basketball practice. Although, I did enjoy seeing his hard cock
explode earlier in the day. I think my brother was one of those five-times-a-day
boys my mom was talking about.
Free to explore, I removed my blouse and
T-shirt - no training bra for me since I was beginning to love the feel of my
nipples on my cotton shirts. My little buds where beginning to sprout and I
tried to imagine my Bobby, the red haired boy, rubbing them. I pretended my
hands belonged to him as I explored my expanding nubs. I was hoping my breasts
would grow to be like moms, nice and firm and big. My dad sure seemed to love
them. Maybe Greg would enjoy putting his penis between mine, if they would only
grow some. Greg! What's his face doing here? I mean Bobby!
Shaking my
head to remove Greg's image from it, I started to slowly rub my nipple, pulling
on them, trying to discover how hard to do it. I found when I squeezed them just
right, my pussy started quivering again - I adored the feeling. Greg was going
to have to masturbate more that five times a day to keep pace with me at this
rate. I was going from never touching myself to not being able to keep my hands
off myself. I looked at the top of my dresser and found my hairbrush. I started
to get very wet, finding the wetter I got, the harder I squeezed my nipples and
the more I wanted some thing, anything, in my pussy.
I quickly got my
skirt and panties off and spread my legs apart. My left hand moved to my clit
and started to rub that precious pedal. My right hand continued to fondle my
breasts and nipples, moving back and forth from one to the other. I started to
thrust my ass back and forth and moved my fingers into my pussy tunnel.
Remember, I learned previously how far the handle of my brush would slide into
my tunnel without hurting myself.
I just couldn't remove my hand from my
tit because it felt so good. Yet, I still wanted to touch my clit and stroke my
pussy at the same time so I tried adjusting the angle of penetration. I found by
rubbing the handle over my clit and then into my pussy tunnel it gave me a
vastly superior feeling of excitement. I started to rock my ass in concert with
my brush fucking my little slut hole. Rocking my ass, pulling on my tit, rubbing
my clit, building, building, and building, towards that earth shattering, almost
violent ending that would soon be upon me. That's when I saw my mother in my
doorway, just staring at me. I couldn't stop fucking myself, it didn't matter if
mom was watching me or not. After all, she told me to please myself and I was
doing just that. So pleasurable was the experience that I couldn't help but
smile at her. She smiled back as she watched me and my body quiver into a wild,
almost violent, orgasm. I yelled out with a loud moan as I squeezed my legs
together and grabbed the bureau to keep from falling. Orgasmic cum juice was
streaming down my legs as I gather my wits just in time to see mom give me a
bigger smile and leave me to my post orgasmic bliss.
As I began to gather
my composure, I realized that thus far, each time I stroked my pussy had given
me even me greater pleasure than the last. I also knew my lust for myself was
not yet satisfied. I headed for the shower, got it going and stepped in. I gave
myself a good rub down with my soap that was mostly beauty crème. I closed my
eyes and imagined rubbing the cocks I had seen earlier in the day - no faces
attached, just cocks. First I got the big one all soapy and stroked it happily
as I diddled my clit, running the same soap bar over it as the cock. My mind
pictured my hand pleasuring that cock as my hard was pleasuring me. My mind
showed me that big cock spitting out cum as the ass attached to it jerked
violently as I pulled on it to get every drop out. Still diddling away, my mind
now raced to the smaller cock I had seen. This time I picture myself licking it
and rubbing it over my face before taking it between my lips as I had seen mom
do to dad. I was happily masturbating to this vision while I waited for the feel
of that liquid to fill my mouth. Just as I was imagining that small cock
squirting in me, I put my mouth under the hot water and pretended it was cum,
swishing it all around and swallowing it as my body quiver and shook from one
more orgasm.
I sat down in the shower; exhausted from the hours of
excitement I had given myself. After several minutes, I dragged myself out of
the shower, brushed my teeth, put my jammies on, and hit the bed. It didn't take
my long to fall asleep. Three hours later I woke up my senses still groggy with
sleep. As my senses began to sharpen, I noticed my alarm clock said 11 PM. I
then notice a faint light coming from my brother's room and some not so faint
moaning. Being overwhelmed with a newfound curiosity, I had to investigate. I
slowly walked out of my room and crawled on the floor the few feet between our
rooms. He seldom closed his door and it was open as usual. I got up on my hands
and knees and saw him lying in bed with a book in his hands. He was propped up
against the pillow and the book was in his left hand. A small bed lamp was on
and he was leaning towards it to get as much light as he could. It didn't seem
like anything strange except for the look on his face - it was a look I had seen
before!
That's when I notice the movement of his blankets. Something
under them was making them bounce up and down. The something seemed to be
located right above his cock! Oh my, Greg was masturbating again! Shit, I wanted
to see his cock again but couldn't because of the blanket. I was going to just
leave but I decided to wait until he shot his cum. Would he do it under the
blankets and get them all wet? What would he do with the stuff? Before I had a
chance to question further, Greg though his blankets off, put the book down,
closed his eyes and really started to crank on his hard cock. He was really
jerking it and I hoped he wouldn't hurt himself any. Once again my pussy stirred
as I fought back the urge to help Greg out. I wanted it to be my hand around his
penis but even I know looking was one thing and touching quite
another.
Greg soon began to breathe deeply and I knew it wouldn't be long
before his fluid would come flying out. As if on cue, he arched his back moaned
loudly, and cum flew out of his cock, flying up into the air and landing back on
his belly. Settling down, Greg reached between his mattresses and pulled out an
old rag and started to wipe his cock with it. As he did, I quietly backed away
from the door and crawled back into my room and under my covers. My pussy was
dripping once more. Not wanting to deprive myself, I slowly manipulated my clit
and nipples never increasing my speed until the very last when I couldn't stand
it anymore. All the while, I envisioned my hand over Greg's cock until finally I
shot my own cum. This time it was not as powerful as before, but more comforting
and relaxing afterwards.
The next day when mom and me where once again
doing the dishes together I asked her about orgasms.
"Mom do you have the
same feeling every time you have sex."
"No dear, each time is different.
Women can sometimes have nice sex without ever cumming. Other times, like the
one I suspect you had yesterday after our little talk, can be very
powerful."
"Yea, I think I'm finding that out. Did you have lots of wet
stuff come out of you after you, you know, cum?"
"Yes, I think it's our
blessing and our curse. The good thing is we can cum easily and often.
Unfortunately, we also have to live with all the cum that flows out of us. When
you and I get horny, we lubricate early and in great amounts, certainly more
than we would ever need."
"So I've noticed."
"Terry, how many
times did you cum yesterday?"
"I didn't count mom, maybe five
times."
"Five times at one session. My god, you're are a horny thing. I
glad we had our talk before you just exploded," mom said with great
laughter.
"Well to be honest, I kind of masturbated more than
once."
"How many times?"
"At least four, maybe five."
"Five
times on your first day! Good god Terry, don't wear your pussy out before it
even matures."
"Mom, you didn't tell me I could wear it out. What's going
to happen to me?"
"Nothing dear, I was only joking with you. You can't
wear it out. Just slow down, OK. There is more to life than sex. I don't want
you staying in your room fingering yourself all day. Anyway, it's a new
experience so I guess it will wear off after awhile and you'll find a better
pace for yourself."
"I bet I don't do it as much as Greg."
"Oh
dear, I almost forgot about him. I guess he must do it a lot too. Young boys are
in a constant state of arousal. Better he does it himself though instead of
knocking up some poor little girl. This family, I think, is really
oversexed."
"I guess we're just like you and dad, mom. Dad's always
trying to get in your pants isn't he?"
"Yes he is dear. Believe me, I'm
grateful it's mine he wants all the time. Quite frankly, I need it as much as he
does. Lord knows what kind of slut I'd be if I didn't meet him
first."
"What's a slut mom?"
"Just a women who loves sex so much,
she'll sleep with many men to fill her needs."
"Can guys be sluts
too?"
"Funny you should ask that. In my mind, yes. However, in our
society men are praised if they sleep with many women but women are looked down
upon for doing the same thing."
"That sucks mom. I think sex is great.
When I get older, I want to do everything."
"I don't blame you dear, but
do be careful. One can have fun and still save your reputation. Just remember
what I said about the quiet and shy types."
Shy didn't pertain to my
cousin Paula. That Saturday, my aunt and Paula came over. While my mom
entertained her sister, I was doing the same with Paula. Having been
experimenting with myself for a few days now, I was curious how much
experimenting Paula had been doing. Paula was about an inch taller than me and
had breasts that every guy in school wanted to play with. Paula knew how to
dress to tease them too. I had often heard guys talking about what a 'cock
tease' she was.
"Paula, why do the guys at school call you a 'cock
tease'? Is it because they get horny when they look at you?"
"What do you
know about being horny? Who said I was a cock tease? Was it Doug?"
Doug
was a jock that Paula really liked. He was a grade ahead of her and was going
with the lead cheerleader named Nancy. Nancy was fully developed and had Doug
wrapped around her little finger. Or, as my mom would say, under her
control.
"I know stuff. My mom told me. She even saw me playing with
myself. I had orgasms and everything."
"Naw, you're lying. I bet you
don't even know what a clit is."
"I do so. I rubbed mine and I can make
myself cum, lots."
"When's the last time you did it then?"
"This
morning, in the shower. I love doing it in the shower."
"You ever suck
cock?" Paula asked.
"No, I've never done anything with a guy. I've seen
my mom doing it though."
"You watched your mom sucking off your
dad?"
I shook my head, then commenced to tell Paula the events of that
day, and how I watched my brother masturbate twice and my not being able to get
enough of my own pussy. She was amazed to say the least.
"I wish my
breasts were as big as yours. I bet they'd be a lot more fun to play with then.
My mom said guys like rubbing their cocks between them. Mine are way to small
for that."
"I don't even think you'd know what to do with a guy if he
played with yours."
"Well, I guess I'd enjoy it. Tell him if he did it
too hard or not. I'd let him kiss me and stuff, all over, then I would make him
cum with my hand when he wanted to put it in me."
"I've done that. It's
pretty cool to watch them cum. I have seen my mom sucking guys off and tried
that too, once. I like it, except the part where I gagged on his
cum."
"You really did that? With who?"
"Promise not to
tell?"
"Yea, of course."
"Greg."
"You sucked my brother's
cock? Wow!"
"Well I didn't plan it. I'd seen my mother do if a few times
when she thought I was sleeping and wanted to try it. I came over the house
looking for you a few weeks ago and caught Greg reading his sex book. He had a
hard on. I asked him what he was doing and he told me reading a 'fuck book' and
did I want to read it with him. I started reading about this guy getting a blow
joy, that's what they called it in the book, and it made me so horny I just had
to do it. I accidentally touched Greg's cock with my hand and before I knew it,
I was kissing it all over. When I finally put it between my lips, I had my own
orgasm right then and there. I just couldn't stop sucking it even after he shot
his stuff in me. I just kept on sucking and sucking and pretty soon Greg shot
more in my mouth. It was just so cool, much better than the old green banana I
practiced on."
I quickly ran down stairs and grabbed two bananas from the
shelf, then back up the stairs. "Show me what you did," I said, still
panting.
"It's not hard. You just pretend it's a cock and lick it all
around then stick it in your mouth."
I started licking it right away but
it tasted funny.
"No silly, you've got to take the skin off
first!"
Trying not to laugh too hard, I removed the skin as Paula did the
same. I started to lick it here and there not really know what I was
doing.
"Do it like this," Paula said. I watched as she slowly licked up
and down the shaft. She then began putting the pointed in between her lips,
being careful not to rub it against her teeth. "There, you see. Lick and suck.
Remember not to bite it. Rub it against the inside of your cheek and suck on it
like you would a Popsicle or lollipop."
Paula's demonstration took a new
turn when she started rubbing her breasts as she sucked on the banana. She
started squeezing on whole breast meat at a time. I tried to follow her lead,
but I didn't quite have the meat she had. I was focusing more now on her tit
massage than I was on her efforts to suck off that banana. I was sucking on mine
as well while I pinched first one of my nipples then the other. I noticed that
Paula was watching me play with my tits as much as I was watching her fondle
hers. My hand wanted so much to caress my clit bud, but I ignored the desire and
continued on with my practice blowjob. My pussy was like a river and quite
uncomfortable. It was begging me to touch it. I was moving my ass all around and
squeezing my legs together without even realizing I was doing it. However, Paula
was noticing, as her eyes grew wide from watching my gyrations. With her juices
flowing freely as well, Paula finally took the banana out of her mouth and
placed it on the bed.
"I think you're getting the hang of it Terry. You
can do a lot of Frenching to warm up. Good to get your tongue going on your
man's before you go down on him."
Another new term, "Go down on
him?"
"Yea, you know suck his cock, give him head, blow-job, go down on
him, all the same. You've got to get with the lingo if you don't want to be
called a nerd."
"How do I do this 'Frenching' thing?" I
asked.
"You never French kissed? It's kissing with your tongues locked
together. Forget that, I bet you never even kissed a guy yet have you?" Paula
asked and I shook my head. "All right then, I'll just have to show you." Paula
slid over to where I was sitting and put her lips on mine. I froze, not knowing
what to do. "Come on, kiss me back, you want to learn don't you? You kiss your
mom don't you? OK by me if you want to be clueless when a guy kisses you. You'll
probably be such a wet noodle; he'll never touch you again. Next thing you know,
you'll be a 25-year old virgin, then an old maid. Before you know it, you'll be
70 and still having to rub your pussy because no decent guy wants to fuck you.
And all because you were too afraid to kiss your freaking cousin!"
With a
reaction that even fooled me, I pressed my lips hard against Paula's. I stuck my
tongue between my own lips and Paula's mouth opened enough to welcome it. Her
tongue met mine and they started petting each other. It was a nice feeling, one
definitely worth experiencing. Paula's hand became as busy as her tongue and she
pinched my nipples and rubbed my pert little tits. As I started to reach for
hers, she broke the kiss.
"Lets take our blouses off so we can see how it
feels to have a body next to our tits." Paula got up and removed her blouse as
she walked towards my bedroom door and closed it. When she turned back towards
me, only her bra remained. Her breasts where much rounder than mind and filled
her 34B bra to the brim. Eventually, they would grow into 38D monsters and I
would have first hand knowledge of their growth rate over the next few years. I
had my blouse almost off. Paula got close to me and with her breast practically
right in my face, removed it. My small breasts now were only covered by my
cotton T-shirt. She took her hands and pulled this shirt out over my head
revealing my tiny globes to her. Paula then turned around and said, "undo my
snap."
With trembling hand I barely managed. When she turned around I saw
breasts in a whole new light. They were no longer just something to fill out a
sweater and tease boys with. They were something to desire. My lust for them hit
me like a powerful wave as my mouth, helplessly surrounded one of her nipples
and I began to suckle it like a hungry child. Paula placed her hand behind my
head and drew me closer to her tit mass. My free hand went to play with Paula's
other nipple, squeezing and teasing it like I love to do to my own. My own where
in Paula's left hand at the moment. The combination of my sucking on Paula's
breasts and her hand on mind brought me to a powerful orgasm. I shuddered and
shook as the orgasmic wave crashed into me. Then I realized I could cum without
even touching my pussy and this realization in itself had me wanting to discover
more about loving my beautiful cousin.
"Show me what you did to your
pussy this morning," Paula asked when I finally let her tit out of my mouth. I
could tell Paula was on fire and I so wanted her to cum like I had that I would
do anything to help her out. I stood up and removed my skirt and panties leaving
me totally naked for Paula to see. I shoved two pillows against my headboard and
spread my legs wide.
I pulled my pussy lips apart giving Paula a good
view of my little tight pussy. "I just touch myself right here on my clit and
rub it," I said as I watched Paula remove her remaining clothes.
Paula
sat right next to me and started doing the same thing. Side-by-side we sat
diddling our clits until Paula finally reared her ass up and released her
juices-her cum bringing her to a state of bliss that only a good cum can
bring.
"You still got your cherry," Paula said as she began to clam down.
After her cum, I had virtually stopped my cunt playing to focus on watching her
orgasm.
"You mean is my hymen still in tact?"
"If you want to get
technical on me, yea that."
"Yes, I told you I haven't been with
anyone."
"So, doesn't mean your cherry still there. You've been fingering
yourself and maybe used a few tools. You could have broken it, you
know."
"It's still there, I felt it with my hair brush."
"Hair
brush. Is that all you could find. I should let you use my mom's vibrator, you'd
get a kick out of that."
"What's that do," I asked?
"Simulates a
cock in your pussy while sending these pulsation's through your pussy-really
gets you off good. My mom is a nut case for hers. I use it whenever she's not
around."
"So what about a real cock. Ever have one in your
pussy?"
"No, but I will. Got to be careful with cocks or else you end up
knocked up. I want to have fun, but I don't need to get pregnant. Have to find a
boy I like that's smart enough to have a rubber on him."
"How does
wearing rubbers prevent you from getting pregnant. A mean a guy not going to
wear rubbers unless it's raining or something."
"Not those kind of
rubbers stupid, the ones the guys put around their cocks so their cum stays in
the rubber and doesn't shot in your pussy and knock you up. Man I thought you
knew stuff," Paula said shaking her head and laughing like hell. "Haven't you
ever heard of a condoms?"
"No I guess not. Where does a guy get
them?"
"Drug stores mostly, I think. See; let's say this banana is a
guy's hard cock. The rubber would slip right the end and have this little bit
left on the end to catch his cum. I've seen some guy put one on once before he
fucked my mom. She always things I'm sleeping then forgets about me and does it
on the couch or living room floor. I sneak now the stairs and can see plenty
without her ever knowing I'm around. That's how I learned to do myself. Watching
my mother do herself. See this banana, want me to show you what I saw her doing
with it?"
I gulped and said, "Yes!"
Paula picked up the banana
that she had laid at the foot of the bed. She peeled off the rest of the green
covering then stuck it in her mouth to make it all slimy and wet. Then she
opened her pussy pedals with her left hand and guided the end of the banana to
her cock tunnel. Then slowly she pushed it in her fuck hole. It went easily;
soon she had more than half that 8-inch banana buried in her twat.
"How
far can you put it in," I asked fascinated by the close up view.
"I've
got it in about all the way now. Now watch me fuck my pussy."
Boy did I
ever! Paula slowly started moving the banana in and out of her pussy. After
about 10 stroked back and forth, she took my hand and placed in on the banana
and said, "you fuck me now."
I did as I was told while Paula now was free
to rub her clit as I banana-fuck her cunt. Just touching the banana sliding in
and out of Paula's pussy sent electric waves across my body. I could see her
ample juices glistening on her thighs as I guided that banana in and out. I
started to do it faster as I saw Paula's hand move more rapidly on her clit. I
tried to maintain the same pace she was but she was really starting to move out.
Faster and faster she rubbed-faster and faster I moved that piece of fruit in
and out of her pussy. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter bursts. She
was really going to explode soon. She went off when she grabbed my hand and held
it down on her pussy as she arched her back and lifted her ass completely off
the bed. She cried out as her pussy climaxed. Her tits where swollen and tight
and her nipples looked like little daggers. I couldn't resist sucking and biting
on them and she stroked my hair as I did so. Finally, her orgasm passed and I
looked at her and kiss her sweetly. I held up half of the banana so she could
see it and laughed. Out of instinct, I ate it. With my mouth still almost full I
mumbled, "the other half is still in your pussy."
We both looked down at
the same time. We could tell that Paula's pussy had something buried in it but
couldn't see the end of it. This most have happen before because Paula very
nonchalantly guided her index finger into her pussy and just popped the other
banana half out. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from "laughing up" the
mashed fruit in my mouth. I almost gagged as Paula then took the banana half and
just as casual as can be, ate it.
"Oh my god, you ate it Paula! It was
all full of your juice and everything."
"So? Girls got to be a little
kinky once in awhile."
"Kinky," I asked?
"Yea, kinky. Kinky is
stuff you do that is kind of what people who just do normal sex would call
weird. I say, whatever feels right do it. Like what I just did, that what some
people would call kinky. Speaking of which it's your turn now."
"My turn,
I gulped?"
"Well don't you want to experienced what it feels like to have
your pussy stuffed?
Just as I was going to say yes, Paula's mom called
her from down stairs. We both did a scrambling act to get dressed. When she
finished dressing, Paula kissed me full on the lips and bounded down the
stairs.
I suppose I should have been confused by all that transpired but
I wasn't in the least. My mom had told me to enjoy my body and that's exactly
what I intended to do. Discovering sex with Paula made it more exciting. My body
loved being touched by hers. As long as it did, I was all for it. Now, if I
could only experience touching a cock I'd have something to compare it too. I
also needed to get my pussy stuffed like Paula did. However, I had something
else in mind besides the banana.
A few days later, I had a baby-sitting
job a few houses down the street. My parents were going out as well-to the
drive-in-where I learned that mom and dad with play with each other throughout
the double feature, then stop and go parking on the way home and fuck like
teenagers-hard and fast before they got caught. I also discovered later on that
they use to go in the garage and make love just for fun. Like I said, my folks
had the hots for each other all the time and never stopped having fun with their
sex lives. My mom told me when I was a bit older, that her and dad never went to
a party yet where they didn't fuck in the bathroom-incredible! However, when you
think about it, just thing how fresh they kept their lives. I sure was proud of
them and wanted a marriage just like theirs some day.
Now this baby
sitting job entailed sitting for a 5-month old so basically all I had to do is
feed her and change the diaper once in awhile. I'd have lots of time to fulfill
any urges that came along. To ensure I'd get an urge or two, I checked between
my brothers mattress' and discovered three sex novels. I borrowed the thickest
one called, "Cherry Vanilla." Once I had the urge maker, my next step was to
find my mom's vibrator. I figured I could borrow it and get it back in place
before they got home from the movies. This was providing, the couple I was
sitting for got home before my parents. Since they were suppose to be home
around 11 PM, I should have a few hours to spare and get the vibrator back where
it belonged. I could hardly contain myself waiting for my parents to leave. Just
my luck, they left much later than usual and I only had about 10 minutes to try
and find her love toy.
I was sweating with anticipation as I scoured my
mom's room looking for it. I didn't know where to start so I started at where I
would hide it, buried deep in the closet. I rummage through it without luck as I
got more and more anxious with every tick of the clock. I started to swear under
my breath, something I never did, when I came up empty at every turn. Finally,
it became witching hour and I just had to leave. I started for the door, but for
some reason, decided to just check out mom's underwear drawer. I open the drawer
and saw it immediately-it wasn't even covered up. It was sitting on a nice sexy
pair of silk panties. I've never had anything so wickedly sexy next to my body.
I had to try them-I stuffed the panties and the vibrator in my bag.
I
virtually ran to the Johnson's house where I was baby-sitting that evening. Mr.
Johnson greeted me at the door and told me to go into the parlor where Mrs.
Johnson was feeding the baby. My little clitty was quivering already from the
devilish thoughts in my head. It quivered even more as I Mrs. Johnson sitting
there naked from the waist up, her baby's mouth planted firmly on her left
nipple, suckling quite contentedly. I had never seen breasts swollen with milk.
They looked heavy and her nipples and aureoles dwarfed even my moms.
"Hi
Terry. I see you're a little surprised to see me like this. I love nursing it
really brings out the mother in me."
"I love it too. Can I have my turn
after Chrissy is done," Mr. Johnson said smiling as he followed me into the
room.
"Ha, Ha, big man. Control yourself in front of this young lady or
you won't get any more. Besides, you already had your fill for the day," Mrs.
Johnson said throwing a wink my way. I'm trying to get Chrissy to feed from a
bottle, but she just loves my breasts. Don't pay attention to my husband, he
just likes to say provocative things to see people's reaction."
"OH, I
don't mind. He seems really happy so I guess you guys have lots of fun together,
just like my mom and dad."
"Well, yes he is a handful, but I can never
refuse him anything. Anyway, the baby should be OK until I get home. I left some
milk in the refrigerator in case she gets hungry. By the way, I had plenty of
milk today so I even had enough for our puppy. You can give him some from the
jar. You can't miss it, it's right in the front."
"Puppy, you have a
puppy," I said just as Mr. Johnson was bringing him out for me to see. "OH, he's
so cute! What kind is he?"
"He's a Golden Retrieve only seven weeks old.
We named him Rowdy. You can play with him is you want but be careful if you hold
him. He tends to pee a lot, so he might go on your lap if you hold him too long.
He's just left his mother and I've been giving him some of my milk with his
food. He loves the stuff and I'm producing way more than Chrissy can drink.
Although, Mr. Johnson loves the stuff as well."
"Wow, do you just pour it
in a glass for him?
Mrs. Johnson smiled at me and explained, "No dear, he
likes to drink it right from the fountain, so to speak. I'm sure your mom can
explain it to you. Anyway, some day you'll understand when you have a family of
your own."
I didn't have to ask my mother about it. I felt stupid for
even asking the question as it registered in my brain that Mr. Johnson was
nursing from Mrs. Johnson's milk laden tits just as Chrissy was doing. I wanted
to ask her how that made her pussy feel, but I guess I'd have to wait until I
had a baby of my own to discover that. I imagined it must have felt incredibly
good. Good enough to make her pussy sweat. Hell, it was making mine drip now
from just picturing it in my mind.
Mrs. Johnson gave me the baby to hold
as she got dressed and gave me her instructions for the evening. Finally, they
were gone and I was alone for the evening. I put the baby in her crib in the
bedroom right near the parlor then tore into my bag looking for my brother's
"fuck" book and my mom's vibrator and panties. Next, I went to the bathroom and
got a towel to sit on because the way my pussy leak when it was horny, I didn't
want to stain their couch like my sheets. I wore a loose fitting skirt and as
usual, just a white cotton T-shirt under my blouse so I could see and feel my
hard little nipples. I unbuttoned my blouse and untucked it from my skirt. I
took my panties off and put my mom's on then stuffed mine in my bag. At last, I
was ready to see what was in that book that made my brother so horny and
masturbate myself as he had.
The book didn't take long to get into gear.
It started by a 16-year old girl with luscious tits being fucked by her pimple
faced boyfriend while she was leaning against the kitchen sink. While this was
happening, the girl's father had come home and was watching from the window. He
wanted to break up the action but of course he couldn't. Instead, he watched and
before he knew what was happening, his cock was in his hand and he was
masturbating. To make a long story short, the father ended up fucking the
daughter and her friend. The father's son fuck the mother, daughter, and older
neighbor. The mom got it on with the neighbor, then help her husband fuck her.
All in all, it was quite the family affair. I ended up reading the whole book
and lost count of the number or orgasms I had during the three hours it took me
to read it.
The very first scene got my pussy flowing as I rubbed my
nipples as I imagine the action in my head. To me, the parents in the book
looked just like Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and the son looked like Greg. The daughter
was me of course and the friend was Paula. The neighbor looked like my
Aunt.
By the time the dad was watching his son, daughter, and friend have
a three-way, my mom's vibrator was rubbing away on my clit through my mom's silk
panties and I was well on my way to the first of my many orgasms. When the dad
finally stuck his cock in his daughter pussy, I closed my eyes and imagined Mr.
Johnson fucking me as I slipped mom's now stained panties off and her vibrator
into my cunt. I pinched my nipple hard as my right hand pushed the cock-like
vibrator into my love channel until it bumped up against my hymen. I knew it was
time for the hymen to go. Paula told be what to except during one of our
telephone conversations. Therefore, I took a deep breath and push hard. A sudden
pain surge through my bottom as my hymen membrane was split and collapsed. My
pussy muscles grabbed the vibrator hard as I squeezed my thighs together from
the pain. Luckily, it subsided rather quickly like Paula said and I started
breathing again. At this point, I tried to pull the vibrator back out and
inadvertently turned something on the end which stated the vibrator to vibrate.
With the vibration, came a whole new meaning to the term masturbation.
I
wanted to believe my mom, but I couldn't believe a real cock could feel better
than the sensation this fake cock was giving me. Every part of my pussy was
tingling. My toy cock was almost out of my pussy when I stroked it back in.
Again, the vibrations rippled passion waves through my body. Certainly, this
forward stroke was much more pleasurable than the last. Back out then back in
once more and my pussy really started to rock and roll. I was really fucking
myself now. For the first time I had my pussy fully stuffed and it was more
exciting and lustful than I could have ever imagined. No wonder Paula was in
such a daze when that banana fuck her. The same daze was now consuming me as I
increased the rhythm of my stroking. My eyes where shut so tight my sockets
hurt. My teeth were grinding against each other as my jaw was clenched tight. I
couldn't take much more of this. On one of my final stroked before the power cum
hit me, I back stroked the vibrator out of my cunt and ran it over my clit. This
triggered my orgasm and as my cum wave hit me, it bounced sensation after
sensation throughout my body. I screamed out in lustful pleasure so loud that I
actually woke the baby. However, the baby's crying helped dragged me back to
earth from my lust filled journey.
I regained my composure quickly and
went to check on the baby leaving the vibrator on the towel. My cum juice flowed
like a river down my leg as I picked Chrissy up and began rocking her in my arms
to settle her down. My lust scream must have unnerved her a little more than it
should because she didn't stop crying. I checked her diaper and changed it,
whipping my leg off with the unsoiled half. Still she kept the crying up. Maybe
she was still hungry. After all, it had now been a little over an hour since her
mom removed her tit from her mouth. As I warmed the breast milk, I suddenly got
an erotic idea. When the milk was warm I sat on the rocking chair near the couch
and lifted my T-shirt up. I rubbed some mother's milk on my nipple and put
little Chrissy's mouth near it. She quickly took my nipple to task and I could
feel her sucking action on it.
Unfortunately for Chrissy, there wasn't
any milk to be had. She was hungry all right and putting dabs of milk on my
nipple wasn't going to do the trick for her. With nipples like daggers, I let
the baby's head rest on them as I gave her the bottle, closed my eyes and
pretended I was breast feeding her just like her real mom would. Then in my
clouded vision, Mr. Johnson stepped near me and began suckling my other breast
as the baby suckled the other. My vision had my nose flaring and my pussy
tingling once more. I really was becoming one little horny girl slut. Just then
the phone rang and awoke me from my state. With Chrissy still in my arms I
answered the phone. It was only Mr. Johnson checking on me, asking me how things
were going. I wanted to tell him my little slut breasts were waiting for him,
but I just said everything was fine. He said they'd be home about midnight,
which was an hour passed their original announced returned. I said no sweat. I
still had a one-hour window to return the vibrator and clean the
panties.
Speaking of which was still lying on the couch, soiling the
towel that I laid it on. I rocked Chrissy back to sleep and went to check on it.
There was a bit of blood on it. This didn't frighten me any since I had been
warned that a little bleeding is to be expected when my hymen was broken. I
picked up the vibrator and when to the sink to wash it. I used some soap and
cleaned it off very nicely. I played with the blunt end of it and discovered how
it turned on and off. What a wonderful invention this was. I wondered if Greg
knew about it and if he used it to massage his balls any. I wondered how I could
get one for my very own!
I was returning back to the couch when I heard
the puppy whimpering in his little playpen Mr. Johnson had created for him. I
picked him up and remembering the pee story, refitted my bloused and brought him
outside for a pee break. He did his thing quickly, so I grabbed him up and
returned to the couch. I let the puppy sit on my lap but he kept trying to crawl
up my front. I picked him up and put him close to my face and he licked me all
over. After that he settle down some and I let him just curl up on my lap. I
picked up my book and picked up from where I left off. It wasn't long before my
blouse was undone again and I was fondling my nipples. It was about this time,
Rowdy stirred and got up on his back paws and started licking me near my
breasts. The baby bottle still half-full with breast milk was near by. I got up
and grabbed it. I remember Mrs. Johnson telling me how much Rowdy liked her
milk. I squeezed some on to my nipple and brought Rowdy up to it. He eagerly
licked it off. His tongue felt good on my nips, so I did it again and again.
Finally, I just laid on the flood and put plenty of milk on me little tits and
let Rowdy lick them good. Rowdy was a very enthusiastic licker and he was
getting me aroused all over again.
I reached over and grabbed the
vibrator off the couch. I turn in on slow and began rubbing in over my still
swollen clit. It seems my clit never got tired of being touched or fondled. In
fact, it would get mad at me and start aching if I let it go more than a day
without stroking. I guess my mom was right about the fact that once you get your
pussy to like a certain thing; it was hard to get it to stop wanting it. My
pussy was a bonafided cum addict at this point-it wanted to cum and it wanted to
do it hard and often. It wasn't too particular on the devices used either. I
mean look at me, lying on the floor with a puppy licking milk off my nipples
with my mom's vibrator rubbing up against my clit. It must have been quite a
kinky sight. I know my mom laughed her ass off years later when I told her this
dark little secret of mine. OK, maybe we were a little drunk at the time, but
can you imagine someone walking in and finding me like that?
Fortunately
for me, that didn't happen. What did happen was the puppy got quite full of the
milk. I was building up to quite a nice orgasm again and lost in my orgasmic
world, I felt something quite different on my nipples. It was much hotter than
Rowdy's tongue had been. I didn't open my eyes to see what it was because I was
cumming and cumming and cumming. Whatever it was, the timing was perfect and the
heat from it swept me away for the umpteenth time that night. After my orgasm, I
opened my eyes to see this yellow liquid covering my breast and starting to run
off me. "OH puppy, you tinkled on me. You tinkled on my tit you bad little dog,
I screamed to myself."
Yet, it wasn't so bad as I remember the feeling it
gave me-a feeling that actually set me off! I had to clean this up. No time to
think now. I looked at the clock, it was 11PM. I only had an hour to clean the
puppy, myself, the couch; and what was I going to do about the blood stained
towel? I figured I'd take it home and clean it for them, returning it the next
time I sat for them. I really didn't have much of a choice here. It took me
about 20 minutes to straighten myself and the place out I even took some time to
rinse my mom's panties out. Right about the time I was finishing, as if on cue,
the baby woke because she need a change of diaper. That finished, I only had
about 30 minutes to kill before the Johnson's got home. Or that's what I thought
before the phone rang again.
As I hung up I began to get nervous. The
Johnson's had advised that it looked like 12:30 was going to be their arrival
time now. My window of opportunity for getting my mom's vibrator back was
getting smaller. Of course, I only needed to be home a minute or two before them
to get it back safely. However, who knows if the Johnson's wouldn't call
again.
Since I had nothing else better to do, I started thinking about
the book. I wasn't quite finished with it and I wanted to see if there would be
a "fucking" party at the pool in their back yard. At this point, not everyone
had fucked everyone yet and the direction this book was headed, it seemed like a
sure bet that it would happen. I wanted to finish the book, but I didn't want to
get myself excited again. I knew I had little control of my urges at this point.
Once I got one, I simply had to get myself off. I stared at the book lying on
the couch and it started back at me. It was so hot; it was little wonder Greg
beat his meat over and over again while reading it. There where crinkle marks
all over the pages, some of them even sticking together. At first I figured they
were water stains, but soon realized they were Greg's cum residue. I knew
because I smelled then and I couldn't keep myself from touching a mark or two
with my tongue.
I knew it was going to be a losing cause but at least I
lasted a good five minutes before I picked the book up and started reading
again. The book had certainly convinced me that sucking on a cock was very
exciting. Every girl and women in the book seemed to love doing it. Moreover,
they practically always begged the guy to cum in their mouth. Cum must really be
good stuff since they all seemed to love it so much. As I started reading again,
the son was getting a professional blowjob from his mom while mom was getting
fucked from behind by sonny boy's friend. Daddy was plowing the sexy neighbor
while she was sucking on his daughter's clit. Now this is something that I
needed to experience with Paula, I thought as I read on.
My hand seemed
to have a mind of its own and soon found my clit. I had put my panties back on
but in no time my handy work on my clit bud had gotten them soaking wet. I was
so engrossed in rubbing my clit that I forgot about the time and the Johnson's.
I was glad I didn't actually have my fingers buried in my cunt when Mr. Johnson
said, "Must be a good book, I'll have to borrow it sometime."
"OH, Ah I
didn't hear you come it. This, it's just a teen thing. Not something you'd, ah,
enjoy."
"Well, I could always read a book that got me all flushed and
breathing so heavily. It's OK, relax, I was a teen once myself. No big
deal."
"What's going on," Mrs. Johnson said.
"OH nothing, Terry
was just enjoying her book. Nothing at all, really."
Mr. Johnson then
gave me a 10-dollar bill for my efforts and saw me to the door. In the doorway
he said, "It will be our little secret," as he rubbed my ass while saying it.
His touched electrified me. I started to walk away from him in a daze when he
called me back.
"I think you forgot these, he said dangling my mom's silk
panties in front of my face.
I gulped and didn't quite know what to say.
Mr. Johnson then stuff the panties into my bag and her reached down and fondle
my breast. Then he kissed me lightly on the lips and gently squeezed my
nipple.
"I bet you're just dying for a real man to fondle these," he
said. "Maybe some day I'll let you fondle this," as he took my hand and placed
it on his rock hard cock.
I was speechless. Man, that cock felt huge. I
just stood there letting him feel me up, not wanting to ever move my hand.
Unfortunately, his wife called out and he kissed me again and went
inside.
I was dazed, stunned, flabbergasted by the attention. I loved it.
A handsome man like that wanting to touch me! I was feeling great as I walked
home just thinking about his huge cock and maybe playing with it. With all the
playing with myself I was doing, and thinking about Mr. Johnson's hands fondling
me, I had forgotten all about the time. When I got home the door was unlocked
and my mom was waiting for me.
"Terry, do you have something that belongs
to me?"
Chapter Three: My Oral Life Begins
(As you may remember in
Chapter 2, I had borrowed my mom's vibrator and didn't get to return it before
my mother returned home from a night out with dad. Mother was now questioning me
about it.)
"Something that belongs to you," I quoted back
"Terry,
don't repeat the question, answer it?"
Shit, I was busted. No sense
making matters any worst than they already were. I'll just tell her I borrowed
it and was going to put it back.
"I was going to put it back," I said
starting to plead my case.
"It wasn't yours to borrow without permission,
especially my black panties. Whatever did you need those for? You didn't invite
anyone over to the Johnson's did you?"
"No, no, I just wanted to feel
sexy."
"Perhaps I'm partly to blame for this. I kind of over loaded your
mind the other day and you might not have been able to comprehend all that I
said. You are still quite young you know. Let me see if I can put this the right
way. Sex is a very private thing unless of course, you want it to be otherwise.
For me, I'd like to keep my self gratification secret from the world if you
don't mind so give it back and don't you ever touch my private things again
without asking! Do you understand me?"
"Yes mom. I'm sorry"
"Look
Terry. I understand you desire to learn about the pleasure of the body, I truly
do. Still, that gives you no right to butt in to someone else's private life
without even asking. You didn't even know what you were doing with that thing.
You were supposed to be baby sitting not experimenting. Suppose I call Mrs.
Johnson and tell her that instead of watching her most cherished gift, you were
masturbating-cause that's what you were doing wasn't it. Let me see that
bag."
My mom started rummaging though the bag and found all the evidence
to prove her above statement-not that she needed any.
"By the look of
these panties, I'm beginning to wonder if you even paid any attention to that
baby at all. Heavens, what did you do over there?"
Before I could answer
she found my brother's book and the vibrator. She turned the vibrator on and it
barely vibrated at all.
"I just put fresh batteries in this thing and you
wore then down in one night! My god my child is over sexed. Where did you get
this book? Never mind it must be your brother's. I knew I should have taken them
from between his mattress the last time I changed his sheets. I can't imagine
what the Johnson's would have said if they had caught you doing yourself with
this thing. You're lucky you avoided that embarrassment. However, in retrospect
maybe it would have been better if you were caught. A little embarrassment might
have done you some good. So, what have you got to say for
yourself?"
Certainly I wasn't going to tell her I did get caught. Maybe
not doing the vibrator thing but caught nonetheless. What I got was a tremendous
high of turning on a man-and a handsome one at that! The feeling of his hands on
my body was worth every once of embarrassment I could possibly receive. I kept
this part to myself.
"I don't know what to say mother. I didn't think I
was hurting anyone. I made sure the baby was asleep before I did anything. Once
I started I couldn't stop. I was only going to try it for just a minute, just to
pretend I was you."
"Look, when you're baby sitting your responsible for
a human life. Can you understand that? You have to remain alert at all times.
It's your job. It's what you were getting paid to do! How could you be so
irresponsible as to neglect your duties for sex with yourself? We had this
responsibility discussion before you ever had your first baby-sitting job. I
thought you understood the importance of it. I guess you forgot. It will be a
long time before you baby sit again young lady, or take any job for that
matter!
"Mom that's not fair!"
"Oh it's more than fair. How fair
would it have been if something happen to that baby while you were diddling
yourself? And that's not all. You're grounded for two weeks for borrowing my
stuff without permission. If you want something from me next time, ask. It goes
for your brother's things as well. Now go to bed. And another
thing."
"What's that," I asked as I started a slow walk up the stairs
towards my bedroom.
"Grounded means no touching yourself for two weeks
either."
It just goes to show you how guilty I felt about my lack of
responsibility. I mean, as much as I was tempted over the next two weeks, I
never once touched myself-the guilt kept my hands away. It wasn't easy either.
Not with Mr. Johnson's affection replaying in my head over and over again. By
the end of the two weeks I was in need. Lucky for me, I ended up in Paula's
bedroom right when my punishment expired.
"You mean you haven't actually
touched yourself in two weeks," Paula asked?"
"No, I was grounded so I
just resisted, although it was hard as hell. After a couple of days I put it out
of my mind and just concentrated on schoolwork. It got easier then," I
replied.
"I don't believe you. I mean, how was you mother going to find
out if you where fingering yourself or not? I can't believe you fell for that
line."
"I don't know how she would have known, but she would have known.
She was really pissed about me fooling around with myself while I was suppose to
be monitoring the baby. I don't think she was quite as mad about me borrowing
her vibrator. I think she was more pissed that maybe the Johnson's would have
caught me with it."
I then told Paula everything I did that night with
the baby on my tit and the puppy and all the times I came from the vibrator and
the book. However, I excluded the part about Mr. Johnson touching me. After all,
I really enjoyed that and didn't see any harm in it and I didn't want to get him
in trouble. I figured some things are better left unsaid, even to
Paula.
"You let a puppy lick your tit?"
"God Paula, you make it
sound gross or something. It was just like he was licking my face. What's the
difference, skin is skin. Besides it was kind of fun."
"Well, I guess it
could have been. So tell me about Mrs. Johnson's breasts. I mean where they huge
from all the milk in them? You think Mr. Johnson really suck the milk out like
the baby did? You think just sucking on them could make her cum?"
"Gee
Paula, I don't know. I think Mr. Johnson really does suck on them, he seems like
the type. Mrs. Johnson was pretty open about feeding her baby so I suppose all
the above could be true. I mean, I really haven't anyway to know one way or the
other, but it's fun to think that they do."
"Show me how you let the baby
suck your tit," Paula blurted out.
I unbuttoned my blouse and lifted up
my T-shirt. My ever growing buds were exposed to Paula as we sat on her bed.
Paula put her head in my lap, with her face looking up at me. I held her head in
my arms and brought her face to my tit. She started sucking like a hungry
baby.
"Oh baby, take mother's milk, I said pretending I was really
feeding Paula.
Paula for her part sucked and held my tit in one hand just
like she was really feeding. She was making slurping sounds as she squeezed,
sucked, and bit on my nipple. However, when her free hand started rubbing my
other tit, I knew Paula was going to want something more than suckling my
titties.
"mmmmm," Paula moaned. "I love sucking on your titties. It's
just like the guy I seen suck on my mother's last week. Let me show you what
else I seen my mother do this week. Here, remove your shorts and panties. Hey,
your hair is starting to grow. It's almost your birthday isn't it? Sweet
Fourteen and never even suck a cock yet. Be that as it may, spread your legs for
me."
"Like this," I said spreading my legs as far apart as they would
go.
My pussy was quite exposed and Paula wasted little time finding my
little clit and started rubbing it. It was already quite swollen from her
sucking my titties and from two weeks without any stimulation. I was extremely
horny and wanted nothing more than to have Paula make me cum by any means. I
needed to cum and I knew I'd be playing with myself for the rest of the day. I
had two weeks of cumless days to make up for and my pussy was screaming for me
to make it all up right now!
I laid my head back on Paula's pillow and
enjoyed her finger on my clit and even yelped a bit when she put two fingers in
my hot, dripping wet pussy. Then I felt something quite different against my
clit. It was warm and wet, even a little rough. I opened my eyes and picked my
head up. And what before my wondering eyes did appear? Paula's face buried in my
cunt! I could see (and feel of course) her hard, moist tongue working on my
clit, totally obvious to my gaze. It's funny, but all I thought of was how good
my mom's vibrator would feel buried in my cunt while Paula's tongue grazed on my
swollen clit.
"You like my tongue on your hot little pussy," Paula
asked?
"Oh my, suck it Paula. It's so good, so hot, more, more; I want
more of it. Make me cum Paula. Oh yes, that's it, I love it. Your tongue's so
hot. Oh press in on my clit. That's it, shit I love it. Oh, you're putting it in
my pussy hole. I like that. Tongue fuck me Paula, tongue my raunchy little
pussy!"
After two weeks, I was building towards one gigantic cum.
Coupling my lack of activity with this new found pleasure, I was afraid I might
blow Paula's face straight back! I was bucking my hips up and down like a mad
woman. I wanted Paula's tongue deep inside my cunt. She was driving me crazy and
I was going to cum and cum and cum.
My cum came spraying out of my
fuck hole. It must has surprised Paula some because she moved her head back
suddenly before muff diving my pussy once more to lap up all my juices. Her
tongue was swirling around in my pussy, licking up my cum. However, her action
felt so good that within a minute or two, I had another orgasm, followed by a
third all while she was cleaning my plate from my first cum.
"Damn Paula,
that was too much. Where did you learn that?
"I watched my mom do it to
her girlfriend. Then the girlfriend did it to my mom."
"Who was
it?
"I'll never tell."
"Come on, you have to tell. You just ate my
pussy and your not going to tell me whom you saw?
"One has nothing to do
with the other but I'll you if you do something for me first."
"Yes,
anything."
"Two things actually, but the first doesn't really
count."
"What?..What? Tell me, don't be a tease."
"OK, first you
have to eat my pussy like I did to you. It's only fair."
"I want to eat
you Paula. I bet I cum again just from doing it."
"That's what I figured
so the second is the real favor. I want to fuck Greg and I want you to help.
Maybe we can both fuck him."
"Are you crazy! I'm not going to help you
fuck my own brother. Besides, I haven't even fucked anyone yet. I think we
should lose our virginity together don't you?"
"Why? I'm a year older
than you are and I've been waiting too long already. Besides, Greg's so cute he
makes my pussy tingle every time I see him. I'm dying to try it with him. I want
him to be my first. He's so hot! My pussy's getting so wet just thinking about
doing him. You can fuck a friend of his if you want. Better yet, we can share
him. It's so wet now just talking about it. I need you to lick me now. Come on,
suck on my pussy. Oh damn, I need it. Sucking you and thinking about fucking
Greg has got my pussy aching and it needs relief."
Paula was quickly
removing her skirt and panties while she was talking. Soon, she had them off and
her pussy was expose to me. She still had her top and bra on but I didn't care.
Something deep inside me was driving me and my tongue towards a collision course
with her clit. I wanted to taste her so bad it seemed like forever for my mouth
too finally reach its hot destination. At last it did and from that moment on I
knew I'd want to suck pussy for the rest of my life. Not that it would be the
only part, put something I would need to do as part of my sexuality. It was
great, it was fantastic, and it made me cum again!
My tongue explored
every inch of Paula's pussy. It was as if I was blind and I had only my tongue's
touch to describe this delicate flower to my brain. Before long, Paula was
humping my mouth and I was humping the bed. In fact, I paused briefly and got
one of Paula's pillows and placed it between my legs and humped it as my tongue
danced in and around Paula's pussy. Paula had her hands all over her breasts,
having practically tore her blouse off in the process. He bra was just pushed up
under her neck and she had a complete look of dishevelment.
As I sucked
her clit, I pretended it was Mr. Johnson's cock in my mouth. It felt good
between my lips. I bit on it and Paula squealed.
"Terry, finger my pussy
while you suck on me."
I obeyed and slipped my index finger in her
sloshing cunt hole.
"I want another," Paula commanded.
I slipped
my middle finger in and started finger fucking her in a brisk
fashion.
"Yes, more, fuck me more," Paula cried out.
Taking this
to mean Paula wanted more fingers in her already filled pussy, I slipped in
another finger. It was an extremely tight fit and it must have given her great
pleasure because she moaned loudly and grabbed my hair and pushed my head,
smashing my tongue onto her clit. Not letting me up for air as she grinded her
clit on my tongue while I stroked her with all the zeal I could
muster.
"I'm going to cum Terry! Don't stop, oh please don't stop! I'm so
close. Yes, that's it. Now, going to shoot NOW!!!"
Paula pushed her pussy
so hard against my mouth that she actually smashed my lips into my teeth. Cum
was flowing out of her pussy and a huge wet spot was developing on her bed
spread. I lapped up as much as I could and fed my wet fingers into my own pussy
that was now on fire. I stroke myself as quickly as I had Paula just seconds
before and before I knew what hit me, I was off like a rocket one more time. I
then removed my fingers and fed them to Paula and she sucked off our combined
pussy juices like it was her last meal. Both now satisfied, at least for awhile,
we relaxed and talked about things to come.
"What do you mean, we can
share Greg?"
"Just what it sounds like, we can both fuck him."
"At
the same time? How would that work?"
"Well, not exactly at the same time
silly, but we could take turns. I'm sure he wouldn't mind fucking two hot girls
at the same time. I know you want to touch his cock, admit it. I bet you want to
put it right between your lips and suck him dry?"
"I have pictured it,
yes. Truthfully, I haven's sucked anyone yet either. Except you that
is."
"I thought you had the hots for Bobby? I'm sure he'd be more than
happy to have your lips around his cock. I'll tell you what, I'll get Bobby to
come over and you can have your way with him and you bring Greg along and I'll
do my own persuading."
"If I promise, will you tell me who's pussy your
mother was sucking?
"You might not believe it but Mrs.
Johnson.
"The Mrs. Johnson I baby sit for? No fucking way! She's married.
She just had a baby. You're lying to me?
"Trust me, even I couldn't make
that up, and so what if she's married?
"I bet Mr. Johnson be pissed if he
found out. I didn't think Mrs. Johnson was gay"
"Are you
gay?"
"Heck no, of course not. I want to be with guys."
"Well then
if you sucked my pussy and you feel that way, why can't Mrs. Johnson feel the
same way? It's called being bisexual. I suppose you've never heard the term
before."
"No, and I guess you're right. I kind of like being BI though. I
sure liked you licking my pussy and licking yours."
"Face it Terry, you
just like sex. Just like our Mothers. The more the better. I mean, you even let
that puppy lick your breasts. As for Mr. Johnson, I bet he approves. Maybe she
even tells him about it."
"You really think so? That would be so
hot!"
"I heard my mom and her talking about how she tells Mr. Johnson
everything. I think my mom and them have gotten together but I can say for
sure."
"You mean that they all had sex together like you wanted with you,
me, and Greg to do?
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. That's where I got
the idea from."
"Your too much Paula."
Before we could continue
our discussion, my mom called and wanted me to come home for supper. I left with
a newfound discovery-licking pussy was great! Turing on another female sexually,
turned me on. Life just got a lot more interesting. Mrs. Johnson and my Aunt
hey. As they say, knowledge is power. Maybe this bit of information might prove
useful. Maybe I could touch a real man's cock? Now wouldn't that be
delightful!
It was a few weeks after my fourteenth birthday and nothing
much had changed in my sex life. Paula and I still messed around. Of course, I
still masturbated all the time-I just couldn't seem to get enough of that. All
of Greg's books had magically disappeared from between his mattresses and I
hadn't caught him jerking off at all lately. That is until one rainy Saturday
afternoon while my parents where out shopping. I was in my room just farting
around. I was going to go over to Mrs. Johnson's house later. She was going to
make a few dresses for me. She was quite the little dressmaker in her spare
time. My mom said she was cheaper and better than anything she could get in the
store. I needed some new dresses since I was beginning to really stretch mine
out. My breasts had really gotten a growth spurt lately and just T-shirts
wouldn't work anymore. I was wearing a bra now-a loose fitting 34B. I needed
some filler for affect, but I was quite proud of the way they were filling out.
Still not as big as Paula's who was 35C and growing, but still much larger than
four months ago. I often wondered if all the sex I was having with myself and
Paula had any affect on their springing to life. I was sure that it had and
figured to play more and more until I had a pair of 38s just like my mother and
aunt.
Anyway, that's what I was thinking about as I heard Greg come up
the stairs. He entered his room and shut the door. I knew he was up to something
because he wouldn't have shut the door otherwise. I was still waiting for Paula
to arrange a rendezvous with Bobby but she was having problems arranging the
right place and time. I wasn't allowed on dates yet so it was going to have to
be at some ones house, hers, Bobby's, or ours. Paula was going out of her mind
waiting to fuck Greg. She had just turned 15 last week and couldn't believe she
was still a virgin. Greg was going to be 16 in 10 days and she really wanted to
fuck him for his birthday. I wondered whose present that would really
be?
Being the noisy kid I was, I had to see if Greg was up to cock
jerking or not. I hadn't seen his penis is some time and I wanted to see if it
had grown any (like my tits). I gave him a few minutes to get settled before I
crept over to his door and put my eye to his keyhole. Just as I suspected, he
was naked and sitting on his bed. His cock hard and in his hand as he slowly
stroked his meat. He was looking at a magazine and only removed his hand from
his cock to turn a page. After a good 10 minuets of this, he laid the book down
and just started really beating his cock. My pussy was really humming right
alone with Greg's stroking. As I reach between my legs to give some relief to my
hard clitty button, I lost my balance and fell forward. The door swung open and
I fell on my face.
"What the hell," Greg said quickly removing his hand
from his hard cock. "Shit, can't I ever get any privacy around here. I sure as
hell don't bother you when you're stroking your cunt. You think you'd do the
same for me," Greg yelled.
"I'm sorry Greg, I really am. I won't do it
anymore, I promise," I answered as I regained my balance and picked myself off
the floor. Bravely I said, "If you want, I'll let you watch me then we'll be
even."
There was a long pause and I could see my brother's mind spinning.
A free show had to be better than books or magazines even if it was your own
sister. Besides, if he had the same blood as me I'm sure he wanted to know as
much about sex as I did-and that meant everything!
"Well? You may be
thinking but your cock says yes Greg," I exclaimed seeing his six inches at full
erection!
"Will you should me your tits? Let me touch them?
"Sure
Greg, if that's what you want," I responded, my pussy catching fire again from
the mere thought of it! "But for touching, you've got to let me touch you too,"
I continued.
"I don't have tits, just nipples."
"I didn't mean
your tits stupid. I meant your cock. I want to touch a hard cock."
"Wow
sis, you're really into this sex stuff aren't you?"
"What, and you're
not? What you looking at anyway," I said walking braving towards the bed and
sitting down next to my naked brother. "Let's see," I said grabbing the magazine
away from Greg.
Greg wasn't very happy about me grabbing his precious
magazine and he reached to grab it back away from me. As he did, I fell back on
the bed and he fell on top of me. I could feel his hard cock trying to plow into
my leg. He had me pinned and his hands had each of my wrists anchored. The only
think I could do is move my head-so I did! I was clutching the magazine in my
right hand as hard as I could as I brought my head up and placed my lips on his.
I stuck my tongue between his lips and found his and attacked it with fervor. I
knew Greg liked this as he relaxed his death grip he had on my wrists. As he
kissed me back, he moved one hand down my side and placed it on my left tit. He
started to massage it, but was doing it so hard it hurt.
"Greg, take it
easy that hurts. Do it soft, stroke don't kill it," I said going right back to
kissing him again. I loved the feel of his hard tongue in my mouth. The firmness
of his whole body as compared to Paula's soft and silky one was quite different,
yet highly sexually charged. Oh yes, men where going to be wonderful to discover
and enjoy sex with. And such a nice hard toy between their legs for me to play
with!
Greg had settled now. He was humping my leg and feeling me up with
both hands now. He had magically forgotten about the magazine and so had
I.
"Greg, let me up and so I can take my blouse off."
Greg quickly
moved to let me do that. I sat up and pulled my T-shirt up over my head. Then I
undid the fly on my shorts and pulled them down and off. I was now sitting on
the bed with my white bra and panties directly in front of my drooling brother.
Greg's cock was so hard it was shaking. I put my hand out and touched it. It
felt hard like a rock, yet the skin was soft as petals on a rose. I could feel
his sexual energy pulsing through it. I couldn't wait to see him cum. However, I
wanted to make things exciting as possible for him. I wanted him to do this
again and again. As I stroked is cock, I took my free hand and guided his left
hand up to my bra cover right breast and placed it right over it. Then I took
the strap off my shoulder and pull the bra down over my right tit, exposing it
to him. I surely felt his cock hardened even more as he got a close-up view of
my own hard nipple.
Greg touched and fondled my nipple, squeezing it,
playing with it, making me so hot and horny I was about to cum just from that.
That's when I remembered my promise to masturbate for him. Yet, I didn't want to
remove my hand from around that hard snake. I wanted to feel in it my hand, feel
his cum on my skin. Feel it pulsate in my mouth and yes, feel it in my hot
pussy. I wanted his cum to put my fire out. I wanted it all and I wanted it all
right now. I was confused on which I wanted first though. However, Greg took
matters into his own hands and resolved my dilemma for me.
Greg got off
me and told me to strip. I wanted to rip my bra and panties off but was so
excited my hands were shaking. I turned my back to him and asked Greg to undo my
bra clasp. Apparently, he was as excited or nervous as I was and fumbled and
bumbled and just could get it undone. Finally, I just reached down and twisted
my bra right around so the clasp was in front of me. I undid it quickly and
turned to face him. I must admit, I got the reaction I was looking for. My
nipples were like fat cherries sitting on a cone. My aureoles were puffy and
large for the size of my breast meat. I was proud of the way my breasts stood
out straight and my fat, hard nipples sitting on their puffy perch. I loved
their look, and Greg did as well.
"Nice tits sis. They are fucking
perfect."
"Greg, you say the sweetest things. So are you going to just
stare at them or what? They were built for sucking so what's keeping
you?"
I didn't have to say it again. Greg engulfed almost my entire left
breast at one time. I was expecting him to be like Paula, but he was an animal
in comparison-a big lust filled animal! Much different, very exciting, I knew I
was going to love men, men, and more men.
"Greg don't eat it, just suck
on the nipple and lick it all around. It's not like it won't be here
tomorrow."
"You mean you'll let me suck them again?"
"Yes, and
again and again, as much as you like. You're tongue and hot breath are driving
me crazy."
"Will you take your panties off? I've never seen a pussy up
close before."
"Gee Greg, I figured you boffed tons of girls by now. You
didn't see Paula's pussy when she sucked your cock?"
"She told you? Damn
her, she wasn't suppose to say nothing."
"She wants to fuck you, but
don't tell her I told you."
Greg sat there with his mouth open as he
tried to digest that statement. It must have caught him by surprise or he was
just thinking about doing it to her. As his mind was off some where else, I
pushed away from him a little and slid my soaking wet panties down my legs and
put them right in Greg's face to wake him up.
"Smell these Greg, this is
what your hard cock has done to me. I'm so hot and horny," I exclaimed as I
shoved my back against his headboard and spread my legs wide so Greg could feast
his eyes on my drenched pussy and forget about Paula for the
moment.
"Here Greg, want to see my clit," I said as I spread my pussy
lips out to give him the view he wanted. "Come on Greg, put your finger on it
and rub it. It was more than magical as he did so. It was electric. I wrapped my
hand around his and started moving both of them up and down on my clit. I was
going to shot off, but I wanted to have Greg's fingers in my cunt hole before I
did so.
"Greg, come sit beside me. That's it. Now take your finger and
push it in right here," I said as I guided his index finger up my love
canal.
That's all I needed. I told Greg to slip one more in me and then I
started to hump his fingers. As I did, I reached for his cock and started
yanking it to the beat of my hips. Up and down I jerked my cunt into his
fingers. Up and down I jerked my hand over his cock. It didn't take long and as
if on cue, we both shot our loads together. I was amazed at how much cum Greg
had. Up in the air it went, a good foot before gravity dragged it down, slamming
it back onto the back of my hand and his belly. He had three big burst like that
before it started to taper off. Meanwhile, Greg was amazed at how my own cum
squirted from my pussy.
With cum all over the back of my hand, it was the
perfect time to have my first taste. Hot, sticky, and a little salty, my mind
allowed my taste buds to give it a sensual taste of its own. One that made me
horny all over again. His semen was cold by the time my mouth reached it and I
longed for the taste of hot cum. I remembered what Paula had said about making
Greg cum twice in one blow job so I figured I could make him cum at least once
in my mouth. Without saying a word to Greg, I went for his cock and started
sucking on it. The taste of his cum lingered on my taste buds as I licked off
the remaining cum residue. I found I could easily take all of him in my mouth. I
rubbed his cock head over my inner cheeks, wrapping my tongue around it as I did
so. I continued to jerk his cock with my hand as I tried to suck his cum right
out of his pee hole. Soon, I had him breathing hard and panting like a dog. When
he started thrusting his cock faster and faster into my mouth, I knew he was
about ready. I took his ball in my hand and fondled them as I waited for him to
blow. Then it came. Hot and juicy and I gagged slightly from the pounding it was
giving the back of my throat. His cum lost its power after two full burst and
the remaining pulsations just produced slight cum dribbles from his
snake.
Satisfied with having made him cum, I rolled onto my back and told
Greg to eat my pussy.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just lick on
my clit while you finger fuck me like before. Please Greg, I need it so bad.
Need your tongue on my clit. Just do it before I faint from wanting it so
much."
I spread my legs and pulled my cunt lips apart. My clitty was in
plain view for him and his tongue quickly darted to my climax zone. Greg
attacked my clit like a hungry lion. He licked it harder and rougher than Paula
did. I could clearly feel the difference in tongue strength and because of my
erotic condition, it was exactly what I needed!
"Nibble on it Greg like
you did my nipple. Oh yes, bro, just like that. It's so good. You're gonna make
me cum and cum. Shit Greg, I'm almost there. Suck it good now."
And he
did. He took my hard clitty button right between his lips and sucked it like he
was trying to get milk out of my empty tit. He sucked so hard, I thought I'd
faint dead away. It hurt but the pleasure it was giving me over rode all the
pain.
"I'm cumming Greg, oh yes, here it cums.
YEAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"
As I started to yell, Greg let go of my clit,
opened his mouth wide and nearly encircled my entire pussy with it. As I
squirted my cum, it went directly into Greg's mouth. He lapped it up like a dog,
flicking his tongue up and down my pussy slot as my orgasm juice
subsided.
"Wow sis that was fucking far out. I didn't know a girl could
shoot out like that!"
"I don't think all do. At least Paula doesn't.
Anyway, it's not as powerful or as much as a man. It just kind of a one shot
then lots of leakage thing."
"Forget about my juice, let's get you hard
again so you can fuck me. I want to feel your cock in my pussy! I want you to be
my first."
"I'm not so sure about that Terry. I mean, we had fun and I
love doing it more but fucking is just taking it too far."
"Greg are you
telling me it's OK for me to suck your cock but you won't put it in my
pussy?"
"Mouth yes, pussy no," Greg replied.
"I'd bet you'd stick
it in Paula?"
"Paula's not my sister."
I couldn't believe this
turn of events. Here I was thinking I was going to get my first cock and my own
brother chickens out on me. I became pissed at him-and Paula. I gather my things
and his magazine and left the room in a huff. If he wanted Paula over me, then
fuck him, see if I'd ever suck his cock again! Time to concentrate my efforts on
Bobby, my little red head boy.