Learning Before College
(mfff, inc, bi, anal, pee)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Looking back on it, I still can't believe that it happened. I can't believe, either, that I basically instigated the whole thing. If not for what happened between Lisa and I. Oh well, anyway, it did happen, and I'm glad. All I can say is, I'll never forget the events of those two weeks in September.

This all started one Friday afternoon, in early September. Lisa's parents, who were good friends of my folks, had asked me if I could pick Lisa up from her after-school gymnastics practice, bring her home, and stay with her for a few hours. They were going out to dinner with some friends of theirs. Lisa was almost old enough now that she didn't need a babysitter, but I think her folks were just more comfortable knowing that someone that they could trust would be with her. I've known Lisa ever since I can remember, when she was just a baby and I was a little girl of about seven. Our parents were close friends, and Lisa and I became very close as well. We pretty much filled the role of sisters for each other, since we didn't have any of our own. She looked up to me, and confided all of her secrets to me. I, in turn, watched over her protectively. So I was glad to be able to do it. I hadn't seen Lisa for several months, probably not all summer, and I was eager to catch up on how things were going for her. I guess that I was a little worried about her, actually. The last time that we had talked, Lisa had surprised me by talking mostly about boys. She even had a boyfriend. I guess I shouldn't have been concerned though. Lisa was very bright and mature for her age. Plus, whether I got used to the fact or not, she was entering her teen years. I had noticed that her adolescent body was showing signs of growing up. Her slim hips had developed the slightest hint of the smooth roundness of womanhood, and her little breasts were beginning to protrude from her chest. Her nipples too, provided visible evidence of her having reached puberty. It seemed like they were always visible, poking against her shirt. That reminded me of myself at that age. My wayward nipples were probably the main reason why my Mother had made me begin wearing a bra. It wasn't so much to hold my breasts in place as it was to try to keep my nipples from driving horny young boys ( and dirty old men, for that matter) crazy with lust.

All of these thoughts were going through my mind as I pulled my old beater car into the school parking lot and parked it next to the curb by the gymnasium. I sat in the car, idly watching the heat waves dancing over the black asphalt paving of the parking lot, and waited for Lisa to come out from her practice.

Small groups of girls and boys were coming out of the school, on their way home from sports practice, or whatever extra-curricular activities they have in junior high, but no Lisa. The sun was beating down on the car, and it was stifling inside. I was scantily clad - I was wearing only a crop-top t-shirt, with no bra, and cutoff shorts, but nevertheless, little droplets of perspiration were beginning to form on my forehead, and my legs were beginning to stick to the vinyl seats. After about ten minutes had gone by, and there still was no sign of Lisa, I decided to get out and take the convertible top down. There wasn't much of a breeze, and taking the ragtop down on that old car was a real pain in the ass, but I thought anything would be better than roasting away in that little enclosed space.

As I struggled at getting the roof crammed into it's little compartment, I kept noticing that the boys who were coming out of the school were leering at me with young lust. I grinned to myself, and pretended not to notice. I guess I was teasing the poor little things, what with their raging hormones and all. My tee-shirt was sticking to my breasts, and they were jiggling around as I struggled with the roof. I thought the eyes of one young boy, in particular, were going to fall out of their sockets as he walked along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the car from me. I was bent over at the waist, and he slowed down noticeably, straining to catch a glimpse down my shirt.

Finally, I finished stowing the roof, and got back in the car. All of that attention was getting me horny, and I felt a familiar stirring in my pussy. I tried to suppress my thoughts, however. I wasn't about to seduce a twelve or thirteen year old boy, and masturbating in the parking lot of a junior high school was pretty much out of the question. I sighed, and continued waiting for Lisa. At last, I spied her in a group of four girls leaving the school. They were chatting merrily, but as soon as Lisa saw me, she waved goodbye to her friends and walked over to the car. She smiled at me, but I sensed that something was wrong. Usually, she was animated with young enthusiasm. But today, she opened the car door very slowly, and eased herself into the seat next to me with a low groan.

"What's the matter Leece?" I asked. "Aren't you feeling well?"

"Oh, it's that new gymnastics coach," she pouted. He's working us to death, and I didn't stay in very good shape this summer. My legs and back are all sore, and we've only had two practices."

She twisted her shoulders from side to side, trying to loosen her aching muscles, as I pulled out of the parking lot into the street. "Last year they let us use the whirlpool, but it's broken. I didn't even have a chance to take a shower. That would've helped some."

"Gosh, I'm sorry kiddo," I said sympathetically. "This hot weather probably isn't helping either." I paused. "Tell you what though. Maybe when we get home, I could give you a massage. I'm not very good at it, but it might help some."

She brightened noticeably. "Sounds great Blair. Mom does that for me sometimes when I'm sore, and it helps a lot!"

"Great! It's a deal then."

We spent the remainder of the twenty-minute drive to her house generally catching up on things. It seemed like things were going pretty good for her - she liked all of her teachers and had made some new friends. She chatted merrily away, enthused and bubbly, until I asked about her boyfriend.

She got a sour look on her face. "You mean Tommy? He's not my boyfriend anymore. At first he seemed nice, but then all he wanted to do was play with my titties. I think he wanted to go all the way, too, but I wouldn't let him. I mean, I kind of liked it, but I don't think I should do that yet."

"Good girl." I was a bit shocked. Like I said, I had kind of come to the realization that Lisa's sexuality was awakening. I know that her parents had talked to her about sex, and I had even filled in some details. But good grief! I think when I was twelve, I was worried about different things than trying to figure out how to keep boys from putting their hands in my pants. I peered at Lisa out of the corner of my eye, and noticed that she was developing more and more all the time. I could see that her young breasts were definitely swelling a bit more than they were the last time I had seen her. She was wearing a loose fitting blouse, and I think that she was wearing her gymnastics leotard underneath, but nevertheless, I could clearly see her little titties poking out. Her legs too, were becoming lovely. They were thin, like a little girl's, but they had a certain muscularity that gave them an attractive shapeliness.

"So what do you think, Blair?"

I came out of my trance with a start. I was so caught up in looking at her that I wasn't even paying attention to the conversation. Or my driving. I returned my eyes to the road in front of me.

"I'm sorry Leece. What were you saying?" I gulped. My god, it was almost like a sexual attraction. It wasn't the fact that I had those feelings for a girl that was bothering me. Heck, I like looking at pretty girls. I even like having sex with girls, maybe even more than with guys. But Lisa was only twelve years old, for christsakes! What was I thinking? I was aware once again of a tingling in my cunt. I tried to tell myself that it was lingering horniness from the attention I was getting from the boys back at the school.

"I was saying that we should play checkers after dinner. Remember how we always used to do that?"

"Yeah - that sounds great." I tried to clear my mind. Kids could be so hard to read, and Lisa was no different. One moment, she was reminding me that she was almost a teenager, with teenage thoughts. The next, she was like her old self, talking about playing games.

We finally arrived at her house, with it's typical brick neatness and manicured lawn of the suburbs, and I pulled into the driveway. After Lisa and I got inside the front door, she dropped her bookbag to the floor with a thump, and slowly bent down to take off her shoes, groaning with the lingering soreness in her muscles. "Poor Leece," I said sympathetically. "It looks like you're really hurting."

She nodded. "Maybe you could give me that massage now. I know we should eat dinner first, but I don't know if I want to wait."

"Sure thing. Where should we do it?"

"Well, Mom usually has me sit at the dining room table. Maybe we could do it there."

I considered that, and was about to agree, but instead, I blurted out, "How about on your bed?" The bed? Now why had I suggested that? "I... I mean, you said that your legs were sore too. If you lie down on your bed, I can massage them too." I scolded myself. 'Get a hold of yourself, Blair.'

She pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Sounds good. My legs are really sore."

As I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom, I caught myself looking her up and down. Her slim hips framed her young muscular buttocks, flexing gracefully under her shorts, as she clambered up the steps. I swallowed hard. 'Get a grip Blair,' I told myself again. 'You're just going to give her a massage. It's okay to look at her - she is a pretty little girl, but that's it!'

I was lagging behind, and as I entered her bedroom, a few moments after she did, she had already taken off her blouse and was peeling off her shorts. I gulped nervously. 'You're not making this easy for me Leece,' I thought. Sure enough, she was wearing a white leotard underneath, which contrasted with her tanned limbs. It almost appeared to be a size too small for her. It didn't completely cover her rear - the lower inch or so of her muscular buttocks were peeking out enticingly, and the material was bunched up in the crack of her ass. I watched, mesmerized, as she hooked her fingertips under the fabric next to her rear and pulled it down over her, covering herself completely.

She turned around to face me, and spread her arms, looking down at herself. "Do you like my leotard? It's a new design that they're using this year."

I nodded. "Really nice, Leece." I licked my lips nervously. My heart was beginning to pound in my chest. "I... I wonder though, if... if you should maybe take that off too. I... I mean, that way, I'll really be able to get at your muscles. It's, um, hard to give a good massage through a layer of clothes."

She shrugged. "Okay, Blair." I watched as she peeled off her outfit. God, she was becoming a beautiful girl! I looked on with wonder as her young breasts became exposed to my gaze. Sure enough, they were definitely budding. They were cone-shaped, and pale from being covered by a bikini top under the summer sun. The areolas were small, but puffy. The pink nipples were standing up pertly. She pushed the leotard down her legs, and stood erect, facing me. I gasped at the realization that she wasn't wearing any panties. My gaze traveled down her flat stomach, and lower. At first, I thought the area between her legs was completely hairless, but then I noticed a fine golden down was sprouting there. It formed a vee-shape that pointed down toward... toward... I felt my clit swelling.

Lisa didn't seem shy at all about being naked in front of me. But then again, why should she? We were practically sisters. Nevertheless, I felt that there was an awkward silence in the room. I shook my head. 'Stop it!' I scolded myself again, and I occupied my thoughts by pulling the comforter off the bed. "Okay kiddo, hop on up. Lay down on your tummy." Lisa complied with my request, and climbed up on the bed. She lay down, stretching her lithe, nubile body down on the cool sheets. In spite of myself, I watched her bare buttocks flexing as she wriggled into a comfortable position. Like her little breasts, they were pale, and a sharply defined tan line divided them from her golden back.

I breathed deeply, and clambered up on the bed. I straddled her hips with my knees, desperately fighting the urge to rub my crotch against her bare ass, and began lightly kneading the muscles of her shoulders and upper back.

"Mmmmm," she purred. "That feels really nice, Blair."

"I'm glad, honey." My voice was trembling slightly. "Just tell me what feels good."

I continued massaging her upper back, sometimes lightly stroking her skin, sometimes firmly pressing my hands against her, trying to work out the kinks in her tight muscles. I carefully avoided moving my hands down toward her sides. I was struggling with my inner thoughts. One side of my brain told me to finish with the massage and go downstairs to fix dinner. The other side of my brain, though, wanted desperately to explore Lisa's young body. Without thinking, I drifted my hands down to her sides, and stroked the area between her armpits and her hips. Lisa sighed and wriggled under my warm caresses. I was conscious once again of my crotch pressed against her firm buttocks. I knew that my cunt was moistening. I ran my hands back up to the small of her back, and began to firmly knead the muscles there in small circular motions. I carefully avoided letting my fingers stray any lower, and tried to keep my eyes off the crack of her ass, the upper part of which was clearly visible down between my thighs as I straddled her.

Lisa murmured with pleasure, her face buried in the pillow. "That's great Blair. Sooo relaxing. Can you do my legs now?"

I gulped. "You bet, Leece."

I moved lower, and straddled her knees with mine. Her legs, which had been drawn together as I massaged her back, now opened to form a gentle vee, to give me access to her thighs. My eyes were drawn to her rounded buttocks, smooth and firm. My gaze shifted lower. There, clearly visible, was her smooth slit, completely hairless from this angle. At her young age, her pussy was dominated by the outer lips. But I noticed, too, that her inner pink pussylips were protruding slightly. I closed my eyes and sighed, and began to knead the backs of her thighs.

I continued for about ten minutes, alternating from leg to leg, working her muscles with both hands. I concentrating on the back and outer side of her thighs, trying desperately to keep my fingers from creeping over to the inner part of her legs. Lisa was sighing deeply in response to the pressure of my soft hands. Her body was responding, too, almost imperceptibly. I noticed her buttocks flexing, ever so slightly, and her legs were gradually spreading wider and wider. I could feel her knees pressing against mine. To free her leg movements, I lifted my right knee and brought it down again between her legs. In spite of myself, I began to rub my crotch, ever so subtly, against her slim leg. I was on a sensory overload, and Lisa's subtle movements weren't helping. I tried to convince myself that her body's response to my touch was strictly non-sexual, but I was beginning to lose my self- discipline. I didn't know if I could go back. My thoughts were consumed with the desire to stroke her ass.

"Say, Leece?" My voice was quavering.

"Hmmm?"

"How's about I massage your buttocks, too? I... I mean, those muscles are all connected to the legs. If I massage them, that should really help with your soreness."

There was a slight hesitation. Had I gone too far? "Okay." Was it my imagination, or was her breathing becoming a wee bit irregular?

I scooted upward, and clenched her slim muscular thigh between mine. I desperately wanted to take off my shorts and panties and relieve the building tension. But how could I explain that to her? No, I'd better go slow. I was slowly coming to the realization of where I wanted this to lead. I felt a momentary twinge of guilt, but I was able to resolve it in my mind. Lisa is becoming a young woman, I told myself. If something happens, so be it. I did worry though, about her parents returning. But they weren't due back for a couple of hours.

I gently placed my hands on her bare ass, and began sliding them back and forth. Her rear was so soft! The skin was baby-smooth, but almost immediately, I both saw and felt tiny goosebumps forming. And did I imagine it, or did she lift her rear end up slightly off the bed to meet my touch?

I kneaded her ass in a circular motion, one hand on each cheek. I could occasionally catch a glimpse of her tiny puckered ass, completely hairless, peeking up at me.

I could feel my pussy throbbing. My inhibitions were evaporating, as were all signs of subtlety. I ground my crotch into her thigh, sighing at the pleasurable sensations. I ran the palm of my hand over the crack of her ass, and watched as her muscular ass cheeks clenched and unclenched to the sensations of my touch. I curled my middle finger downward, placed the tip in the dark cleft, and began to run it lightly up and down. Lisa gasped lightly, and her ass rose in the air slightly, meeting my probing finger. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were tightly closed. Her breath escaped her open mouth in short sighs. The position was a bit awkward for me. I reluctantly released my tight hold on her thigh, and lay down next to her on my left side, my shoulders even with her hips, and supported myself on my elbow. I watched her pretty rear as I continued the explorations with my finger, running it up and down the smooth skin between her pretty cheeks. I moved the finger lower, and ran it lightly over her tiny ass. A short whimper escaped her lips, and she clenched her ass cheeks together, trapping my finger against her dark hole. I wriggled it gently around, though, and she relaxed, and bucked her rear higher in the rear. Her movements were now clearly sexual, and she was inviting me to continue my explorations. I continued to watch as my finger moved lower still. I felt a warmth and moistness as my fingertip traveled over the soft skin between her ass and her slit. I shifted on the bed to get a better view, and, Oh God! Her inner pussylips were now protruding, and were slick with her juices. I rubbed my finger in a circular motion over them.

"Ohhh," Lisa sighed, and spread her legs wide apart.

I now knew that there could be no turning back. I withdrew my probing finger, crawled up to Lisa, and placed my mouth to her ear.

"Leece, does this feel good?" I whispered. "Do you want me to go on?"

"Uh-huh," she whimpered. "I want you to."

"Has anyone ever made you feel like this before?"

She shook her head. "I... I play with myself down there sometimes. But it never feels like this." Her little voice was trembling.

I kissed her lightly on the cheek, and crawled back down to continue exploring her luscious little body. This time, I knelt between her open legs, placed my hands on her ass cheeks, and spread them open to my admiring gaze. Her pink ass, now clearly revealed, and stretched open ever so slightly, was so pretty! I bent down and placed the tip of my tongue lightly against it. I could taste, and smell, the salt and sweat that lingered from her gymnastics workout.

Lisa gasped at the feel of my tongue on her most private parts. Her cheeks flexed together, and she bucked her ass away from me slightly. Damn. I scolded myself for moving too fast. I followed her movements though, and probed with my tongue, a bit more insistently. She sighed, and relaxed her muscles. Her ass opened up to me again, and I wriggled my tongue against her tiny dark hole.

"Oh, Blair," she moaned breathlessly. "I like that!" She supported herself slightly on her elbows and scooted her ass higher in the air. I began lapping up and down, beginning at her pussylips, now swollen and wet with her juices, then running it upward over her ass. She writhed sensuously. Her response to my tongue was so erotic! I reached my hand down and pressed my fingertip against her tiny, hairless clit.

Lisa bucked against me and emitted a deep, sensual moan. I moved my tongue lower, slurping up the hot, sweet juices that coated her slit, and touched the tip against her little pink button. "Uhhh," she gasped with delight.

I circled her clit with my tongue as she writhed against me. I moved my hand up higher, placed my middle finger against her little ass and my index finger against her hairless slit, and pushed against her. To my delight, the fingers slid in easily at first, up to the first knuckle. But Lisa, surprised at this new sensation, drew away with a jerk, and the fingers slipped out. I continued my licking though, and she squirmed back against me. I reinserted the fingers, and this time, she opened her warm holes up to me. I pushed deeper, and managed to get my middle finger buried in her ass up to the second knuckle, and my index finger almost all the way in her hot pussy. God, she was so tight! I delighted in the liquid warmth of her vagina. She was lusty with twelve years of pent up desire.

She began to rock back and forth, pressing her hot cunt against my face, as my fingers slid in and out of her hot little holes. I bent my head down, and peeked up past her tummy. Her little tits were too small to sway in rhythm to her movements, but her nipples were erect and swollen with lust. She was sweating profusely, and her blond hair hung down over her flushed face. Her breathing was harsh and ragged, and she was making little "uh, uh, uh" sounds, as she gave herself to her desire.

Her pretty pussy was oozing with juices, and my chin was soaked. Her pussy tasted so sweet!

Soon, I knew that the time had come. I took her pulsating clit between my lips and sucked gently, while my tongue licked it rapidly.

"UUNNNHH!" she cried, and she humped against me furiously, as her orgasm washed over her in waves. The bedsprings squeaked loudly in sync to her urgent bucking, as she squealed with delight at the sensations of her first orgasm. I pressed my tongue more firmly against her swollen clit, and pushed my fingers into her tight holes as deeply as they would go. Her pelvic muscles grasped my fingers as spasm after spasm coursed through her quivering body. "OHHH, JILLL!" she cried again, this time muffled, as her face was buried deeply in the bed sheets.

Soon, her rocking motions eased, and she lowered her tense body back down onto the bed. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, as the lingering sensations of her climax gradually left her.

I crawled up to her, and gently moved the strands of her hair, dark with sweat, from her cheeks and brow. I kissed her lightly on the forehead, and stroked her flushed cheeks.

She opened her eyes, and looked up at me. "That felt sooo good," she sighed.

"I'm glad, Leece. I really liked making you feel good. Had you ever cum before?"

"Is that what that is? Cumming? I've heard my girlfriends talk about that, but I was never sure what they meant." She smiled contentedly. "Now I know."

We laid there next to each other for awhile. She was silent, and her breathing was returning to normal. I was beginning to wonder what her thoughts were, now that the lust and passion was wearing off. Did she think that what we had done was wrong? I was about to say something, when she smiled and said, "I'd like you to feel like that too. Can I do what you did to me? Can I make you cum?"

I smiled back at her. I had nearly forgotten, with the joy of giving Lisa her first orgasm, my own urgently throbbing pussy. I needed to get off so bad. "Please, Leece. I would really like that!"

I tore off my t-shirt, and slid my cutoffs and panties down my legs in one smooth motion. I was quivering in anticipation, and I got on my back with my legs splayed open, eager for Lisa to pleasure me.

But she just looked at me with a quizzical look on her face. "No," she said. "I want to do exactly what you did. With you on your stomach."

I giggled in spite of my horniness. I desperately needed to come, and wanted immediate relief. I was way beyond foreplay. But the thought of Lisa probing my ass with her soft little tongue was irresistible. I flipped over on to my stomach, and hunched my ass into the air. I felt her crawl between my legs, and she rubbed my ass cheeks with her little hands. But only for a moment. Soon I felt her warm tongue probing against my ass cheeks, over, but not quite touching, my ass. I gasped at the sensations, and I was delighted with her willingness to lick me there. I reached my hands back and pulled my cheeks apart as wide as I could, to give her complete freedom to explore.

Immediately, I felt her tongue fluttering against my ass, light and smooth as a feather.

"Ohhh, Leece," I moaned. "That's it. That's so nice."

Her tongue lapped against my dark puckered hole. I would have liked to have felt her tongue go inside, but I couldn't bear the wait anymore. "I need you to lick my pussy, Lisa. I need to cum really bad."

She obeyed. I felt her tongue sliding down, over my pussylips. I groaned into the sheets.

Then she paused. "You're really all... all wet down here."

"That's what happens when you get horny, honey. You were all wet too."

She wasn't shy about licking the juices from my pussylips. The feeling was indescribable, and my clit throbbed with tension. I gasped. "Lick lower, Leece. And put your finger in me."

She found my clit with her tongue after I whispered directions to her. "OHHH God, Lisa! That's it. Don't stop!" My body tensed, stomach muscles tightening and thighs quivering, as she licked my throbbing button with long, wet strokes. I thrust my ass higher in the air. "Put your finger in my ass!"

She hesitated. "I dunno... "

"PLEASE Lisa," I whimpered. "I need you to do that for me honey!"

She screwed up her courage, and I soon felt her fingertip pressing against my butthole. She probed for a while, but soon, I felt it's entire length sliding deep into my ass.

That's all it took. "OHHHH, GODDDD, Lisa! LICK ME HARD!" I humped frantically against her face as my orgasm rushed through my body. I rocked back and forth, reveling in the sensation of her finger sliding in out of my ass as she lapped my pussy. "AAAAHHHH," I cried, as my body shuddered in ecstasy. I screamed into the pillow, my body convulsing, out of control...

"BLAIR! I think that you had better leave! NOW!"

FUCK! That was a Man's voice! I pulled away from Lisa and rolled over in one swift motion, and looked up in horror. There, in the bedroom doorway, were Lisa's parents.<br>

It was a week later, and I still felt like a total piece of shit. My over- active libido had gotten the best of me, and I had seduced my parent's best friend's twelve-year old daughter. I'd be lucky if Lisa's parents didn't report me to the cops as a child molester, or at least tell my parents. For sure they'd never let me get near Lisa ever again. Part of me thought I was the world's biggest fool. I couldn't help but wonder, though, if I might end up doing the same thing all over again, if given the chance. NO! I wouldn't! The risks were too great. And yet, in spite of myself, I felt a familiar tingling in my pussy as I thought about what Lisa and I had shared. I found myself bringing my fingertips to my nose, imagining that I could still smell the heady scent of her pussy and ass. I shook my head and tried to bury those thoughts. I was reclining in a lounge chair at the edge of my parent's pool, basking in the light and heat of the mid-September sun. My parents were out of town for the weekend, and I was enjoying my last week of summer vacation before returning to college. That is, if I ever got back to college. Who knows, the cops might be along any time now to haul me off to jail. I sighed, and leaned back to get on with catching my tan. The pool area was encircled by a tall wooden privacy fence, and I took off my bikini top to let the sun beat down on my bare breasts. The birds were chirping merrily, and a gentle breeze wafted over me. It was a beautiful day, but I hardly noticed. I stared morosely into the azure water of the pool. And what about Lisa?, I thought to myself. What was she thinking about all of this? Maybe she was confused and heartbroken over what her "big sister" had done to her. Maybe she didn't ever want to see me again. My heart ached at the thought.

As I my mind wandered over these dark thoughts, I heard a soft "pssst" from over by the gate that leads to the pool area. I instinctively crossed my arms on my chest to cover my breasts, and looked over toward the fence, squinting my eyes to keep out the harsh sun.

It was Lisa! My young friend flashed a wide smile as she opened the gate and dashed over to me. She kneeled down next to my lounge chair and put her arms around me. I returned the tight hug. Tears came to my eyes as I held her. I had thought I'd probably never see her again. "Oh Blair, I missed you," she said, as she snuggled against me. She was crying softly.

Finally, we released each other, and I looked into her innocent, blue eyes, shiny with tears of joy. "Lisa, I'm so glad to see you. But wouldn't you get in trouble for being here?"

She looked away. "I dunno. They don't know I'm here, but I don't care." She wasn't looking me in the eyes. She was holding back something.

"Lisa, look at me," I said softly. "What's the matter? Did your parents do anything to you?"

"They did, but I don't think I'm supposed to tell." She still avoided my gaze, though I noticed that her eyes wandered briefly over my bare boobs.

"Did they do something bad to you?" I stroked the side of her face, wiping away the tear stains that streaked her flushed cheeks.

She shook her head vigorously. "Uh-uh. They didn't... it, it was nice... " With that, she covered her mouth with her little hand, and opened her eyes wide. I think that she had let something slip.

"Nice!? They didn't punish you? Leece, what happened?"

She shook her head, and bit her lower lip. She was really struggling with her thoughts. I could tell that she wanted to tell me, but wasn't supposed to. I just sat quietly and let her think about it. She leaned back on her hands, kicked off her sandals, and dangled her pretty little toes in the warm water of the pool.

Finally, she looked at me with a determined look on her face. "I just can't stand it," she said with a sigh. "They said not to tell anyone, but you're my best friend in the whole world, and I have to tell someone. Besides, if it wasn't for you, it wouldn't have happened."

"What wouldn't have happened?" This was getting very strange.

She let out a big sigh, and began to narrate her story.

"Well, later that night, the night.after we... you know... " She giggled. "I was lying on my bed in my pajamas. My parents hadn't really said anything to me all night, and I hadn't really said anything either. I guess I was kind of embarrassed, but mostly sad, because you had to leave, and I know my parents were mad at you."

"It was kind of late - I didn't have to get up to go to school the next morning, since it was Friday night. But it was about 11:00 o'clock, and I thought that maybe it was time for bed anyway. But I was really thirsty, and I decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water. I was walking down the hallway toward the stairs, and I noticed that my parent's bedroom door was open down at the other end of the hallway and they had the lights on. I didn't pay much attention though - I kinda' just wanted to get downstairs to get my water and back into my room. I didn't really want to talk to them, ya know?"

I nodded my agreement as she continued. "But then I heard some sounds, like someone was kind of, you know, like moaning. And I knew that they were having sex. With their door open!" She looked at me with her eyes wide, as if asking if I could believe it. She went on. "I'd heard them before sometimes, but they were always, like, really quiet about it. I sure had never seen them or anything. I dunno why, but I felt like I wanted to see what they were doing, so I tiptoed back down the hallway and peeked around the corner into their room."

This was wild. "What did you see?" I asked. I could feel a flush creeping across my face. Up to this point, Lisa had been telling her story very softly, almost whispering. But now she grew more animated. Her feet were swishing back and forth in the water.

"Well, my Mom was on the bed on her stomach, all naked and stuff, and my Dad, he didn't have clothes on either, he was behind her licking her on the rear. Just like we were doing! I just stood there and watched them. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it! Anyway, my Mom really liked it, I could tell. But mostly I was looking at my Dad. His... penis?... ," she paused and looked at me with a questioning look. I laughed and said, "call it a cock, Lisa. That's sort of... er, a less medical word." She nodded and went on. "His.cock, was like, really big, and he was playing with it. I've seen pictures of them before, but never like this, and never when they were... ."

"Erect, or hard," I coached.

"Right. I felt Tommy's through his pants once, and it was erect, I think, but it was a lot smaller. Anyway, I couldn't take my eyes off Dad's... cock. He was kind of on his side facing me, and he was rubbing it and shaking it around a bunch. I was starting to feel really... horny... just watching it. I was beginning to feel like I felt when you were massaging me."

I blushed. I was beginning to feel like that too. This was a pretty awesome story. I tried to visualize Lisa's father in the nude. He was a pretty handsome guy, and he kept himself in good shape for someone in his late thirties. The tingling in my pussy intensified, and I drew my knees up to my chest to try to stifle the sensations.

"I was just beginning to think that I better be careful, 'cause I didn't want to get caught twice in one day, when I realized that Dad was looking right at me! He was still licking my Mom, but looking toward the door at the same time. I froze. I didn't know what to do. I heard him say something to my Mom, and she looked at me too. My Mom said, 'It's okay Lisa, come here.'"

Now this was getting freaky. I felt my heart beginning to pound in my chest, and a twinge in my clit. "Jeez, Leece, what did you do?"

"I went over there. My Mom rolled over on her side, facing me, and my Dad got on his back in front of her and patted the bed next to him... you know, like he wanted me to sit next to him. I took a quick peek at his cock - he wasn't hiding it at all, and I could see that it was all red, and kind of... I don't know.jerking a bit, like his heart was beating inside it. I sat on the bed, and my Mom said, 'Lisa, your father and I just want you to know that it's okay, what you and Blair were doing. We were very shocked at first, but we talked about it and realized that you're a young lady now. But you must keep it a secret. Some people would think that you're too young, and a lot of people don't think it's right for two girls to do that together. But we think it's okay."

Lisa looked up at me with an excited smile. "Did you hear that Blair? They said it's okay!" It was wonderful news. No jail... no headlines as a child molester, and I could be with Lisa again. Suddenly, it all seemed natural. I pulled Lisa to me, and we hugged again. "It's fantastic Leece. I'm so happy." My pussy was beginning to throb, not only from hearing Lisa recounting her story, but also because of the feel of her young, lithe body pressed against mine. I could feel my bare nipples press against her thin shirt and into her small breasts. I reluctantly released her. I simply had to hear the rest of this. "Then what happened" I asked.

Lisa sat back down next to the lounge chair, this time facing me with her long legs crossed beneath her. "This is the best part. After my Mom told me that, my Dad said, 'Lisa, had you ever had sex with another girl before?' I shook my head, and he said, 'How about with a boy?' I told him that I had played around a little bit, but nothing much. Heck, even if I had, I don't think I could have told them. Then, he looked at my Mom, and then back at me, and said, 'Your Mother and I thought we should teach you a few more things about sex. I know we've talked about it some, but you're older now, and we think there are more things you should know.'

"As he was saying that, I noticed my Mom was rubbing his cock a little bit with her hand. I began to watch her hand sliding back and forth, like I was hypnotized. Pretty soon, my Mom said, 'Have you ever seen a boy's penis before? They're much like your father's, but smaller. Your father's penis is big even for an adult.'

"How big was it?" I interrupted.

"It was really big Blair, about like this!" Lisa held her small hands out in front of her, about a foot apart. Surely, she was exaggerating.

"Wow! Then what?"

"Well, I said I hadn't seen one. Then Dad asked if I had ever felt a boy's dick before. Well, I kind of had felt Tommy's, but that was through his pants so I figured that didn't count. I shook my head, and my Dad said, 'Why don't you touch mine, like your Mom is doing?'

As she said that, I let out a little involuntary gasp, and I could tell that my face was turning crimson. My god, this was unbelievable. "Did you do it?" My voice was trembling.

She nodded. "I could hardly fit my hand around it. It felt weird. It was really hard, but the skin was nice and soft. I began to rub it back and forth like how my Mom was doing it. He said that it felt really nice. I think it did too, because he was making little sounds, and his eyes were closed."

Lisa paused to collect her thoughts. She uncrossed her legs, and drew her knees up, encircling her legs with her arms as she did so. She was wearing loose shorts, and I found myself looking with longing down the gap between the material of her shorts and her smooth thigh. I caught a flash of white panties and discreetly thrust my fists into the crotch of my bikini in an attempt to ease the growing ache there.

Lisa seemed unaware of my building lust as she continued to narrate her shocking tale of incest. "My Mom was just watching for awhile, then she asked me to stop and get my pajamas off. So I did. At first, I was a little embarrassed. I hadn't been naked in front of my Dad in a long time. He was watching me really closely, and he said that I had a really nice body." She looked up at me proudly, and I nodded my agreement. The throbbing in my vagina was intensifying, and I squeezed my thighs together.

"Then I got back on the bed and rubbed his cock some more. Pretty soon, I could see that all of his muscles were flexing, and he was sort of, like, bouncing up and down on the bed. My Mom said, 'you're making your father feel really good honey. Do it faster.' My arm was getting kind of tired, but I wanted him to feel good so I kept going. Then my Mom sort of leaned over and put the end of it in her mouth. Mom said that we'd make his cum shoot out. I know what that is, but I really wanted to see it. Well, before long, Dad kind of yelled, and strained up off the bed. His cock was jerking in my hand. I didn't know what was going on, 'til I saw all the cum leak out of her mouth and run down his cock and on to my hands. But mostly, she was swallowing it! I could see her kind of gulping it down."

The pressure in my cunt was intensifying, and I pressed my hands harder against my bikini bottom. I think that Lisa, too, was getting horny from recounting her adventure. She stared at my tits, with their protruding nipples, then glanced down toward my crotch. She licked her lips with her pink tongue and continued.

"Pretty soon Dad quit bouncing around so much, and his breathing kind of slowed down. My Mom said, 'why don't you lick it a little bit honey? Not too hard though. Men's penises are very sensitive after they cum.' So I did! I put the tip of my tongue on the end of the cock. There was still some of the cum there, dripping out of the hole. It tasted okay, I guess. Then I licked up and down a little more. I looked up at Dad, and he still had his eyes closed. I think it felt good. Then my Mom kissed me. She stuck her tongue into my mouth. I could taste Dad's cum on it still... it was kind of weird... kissing her I mean. But it was nice. Then we both licked him. It wasn't very big anymore though."

By this time I was so horny, I couldn't stand it. I opened my legs a bit and pressed my fingers against my bikini bottom, no longer caring whether or not Lisa saw what I was doing. I could feel the dampness seeping from my slit through the thin material. Lisa looked up at me with a quizzical expression on her face. I smiled and said, "I just can't help it Leece. The thought of you getting it on with your folks makes me so hot." I lifted the cloth away from my cunt and slipped a finger against my bare pussy, groaning with pleasure as I did so. The lips were slimy with my juices. "Did anything else happen?"

My young lover began stroking my bare thighs. "Uh-huh. That was just the beginning. I licked Dad's cock for awhile with Mom. Then he pulled me up to him and he kissed me too. He thanked me for making him feel good. Then he asked me to lie down on my back. He said it was their turn to make me feel good."

Her soft, warm hand continued stroking lightly along my inner thigh, while my finger diddled away at my pussy. My eyes were closed... I was mesmerized by the combination of her incredible story and the sensations that were flowing through my body.

She continued. "They both began licking my titties... they each took a side. My Mom said that they're very pretty tits, just like hers when she was my age. Hers are nice, too. I hope mine are like that when they get bigger. Or like yours, Blair." I smiled at the compliment, and arched my back, displaying my ample boobs to her admiring gaze.

"It felt great!. My Mom's tongue was soft and gentle, my Dad's was a little rougher. He liked to suck on the nipple, and that felt wonderful! Then my Mom moved down a little lower. She licked in my belly button a bit. I didn't like that as much... it tickled, and all I could do was giggle. Pretty soon though, she licked down a little lower, and her mouth was on my pussy. It felt so good. She was sticking her tongue inside and wiggling it all around. My pussy felt so good, and I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it tight against me. I think Mom liked doing it too, 'cause I saw her reach her hand back to her crotch to play with it.

"My Dad quit licking my titties and kneeled over me. His cock was getting big again, and he sort of like, put it in front of my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked it just like before. I was so happy, licking my Daddy while Mom licked me."

Her small fingers had joined mine as they stroked my clit. I needed to gain better access to my hot twat, so I peeled my bikini off and spread my legs wider. My legs were hanging over the sides of the lounge chair. I took my hand away, and let Lisa rub my throbbing pussy with her soft hand.

"After awhile, it was hard to concentrate on what I was doing with my Dad. My Mom was sucking on my pussy, and I can't tell you how good it felt. My whole crotch felt like... I dunno, all swollen and itchy. Then Dad got behind Mom. I think he put his mouth on her bum again. I'm not sure though - I couldn't really see what he was doing, but whatever it was, Mom really liked. She was breathing really hard, and not really licking me very good anymore. That was okay though, because she stuck a finger in me, and began sliding it around and in and out. It felt almost as nice as her tongue did."

As if to demonstrate the experience for me, Lisa slid one of her little fingers into my cunt. I gasped with pleasure, and spread my legs further to give her complete access to my hot, wet slit.

"Then Dad kneeled behind Mom, and stuck his thing inside her. I could tell, because it looked like Mom was gonna die. I mean, at first I thought that he was hurting her, because her eyes were closed really tight - almost like she was crying, and she was sort of, like, screaming or something, . She was screaming, but it was from, like, pleasure - not because it hurt. She began rocking back and forth really fast, and her finger was in and out of my pussy at the same time. Like this" I felt Lisa's small finger slamming in and out of my swollen cunthole. I cried out with delight. "It was so awesome! It was almost like Dad was fucking me through my Mom.

"Well, by now, we were all breathing really hard and moaning and stuff. I knew that I was gonna cum, and I thought so were Mom and Dad. Mom was still sliding her finger back and forth, and her thumb was rubbing me. Then, I felt another finger sort of slide into my bum. That did it! I lost it right there, and I came. It felt so good I thought I was gonna scream! They were cumming too. I felt a bunch of wet stuff land on my stomach, and when I looked up, Dad was rubbing his cock over Mom's back. Most of the cum was flying right over her and landing on me. Mom's face was still in my pussy. She was crying, it felt so good."

She paused, and said "and that was about it." Then she leaned over and placed her tongue against my clit. That was all it took. I came in rapid pulsating waves of pleasurable agony as her tongue pressed against my slit. My little lover had made me cum again, and what's more, I knew that it wouldn't be the last time.<br>

Two days left before I had to go to college. It was a little less than a week since Lisa had told me the incredible tale about having sex with her parents. That was so hard to imagine! Lisa's parents, Angela and Glen, were great friends of my parents. I just couldn't believe that my conservative parents could have friends that would have sex with their daughter. Their twelve-year old daughter, no less.

After Lisa finished her account, she and I had wild sex by the side of my parent's pool. Although she was only twelve years old, and we had now had sex only twice, I was beginning to think that my liaisons with Lisa were the most fantastic sex imaginable. The combination of her innocent adolescence and unbridled lust was irresistible, and I don't think anyone could get my pussy as hot as she could. I was looking forward to seeing her again. I just didn't know when. Probably not until Christmas break.

My folks were away at work, and I was sorting out the clothes that I was going to take with me to college, when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver, and was surprised to find out that the caller was Angela, Lisa's Mom.

My heart skipped a beat. I still wasn't sure what they thought of me after seeing me have sex with their daughter. At first, when Lisa told me what they said about us - something like having sex with another girl was okay - I thought that they were talking about Lisa and me specifically. But I had been thinking they didn't necessarily say that. For all I knew, they might still be thinking of me as a child rapist.

It seemed like I shouldn't worry though. Our conversation consisted of small talk. She was asked how I was doing, how my parents were, etc. Frankly, I had trouble concentrating on the conversation. The Angela that I was accustomed to was simply a good friend of my parents, who would come over once in awhile to share a cup of coffee with my Mother out on our patio. Now, though, I kept envisioning images of Angela licking her daughter's pussy.

After we had chatted for a few minutes, Angela paused, and asked, "So, are you heading off for college soon?"

"Yeah, Sunday. Day after tomorrow."

"Well before you go, Glen and I would love to have you over for dinner and give you a good send off. It just seems that we don't get a chance to see you much anymore. You don't have any plans tomorrow, do you?"

Good grief. Maybe they weren't mad at me. "Uh, no. Umm, do you want me to bring my folks along?"

"No." She answered kind of quickly. "I mean, we thought that just the four of us would be nice. You, Lisa, Glen and I."

This was odd - I couldn't remember them ever excluding my parents from anything. "Um, okay, Angela. It sounds great." I felt my face flushing as I agreed to the invitation. The thought of sitting at the dinner table, with them, after they saw their twelve-year old daughter giving me a delightful orgasm, after me hearing that they had sex with her that same evening...

"Okay, then. See you tomorrow night at about 6p." We exchanged goodbyes, and I hung up the phone. To quote a Lewis Carroll character, this was getting curiouser and curiouser, I thought.

Saturday night rolled around, and I showed up at Angela and Glen's home at 6p sharp. I fidgeted on the doorstep for awhile, wondering what in the world we were going to find to talk about. Hopefully, I could keep the conversation diverted from the events of the last week. I had dressed conservatively, in an effort to keep my mind (and theirs) off sex, hopefully. I was wearing tan cotton casual slacks, and a loose-fitting white blouse. Often times, I don't wear a bra with that shirt, but that night I did. My long blond hair was pulled back in a bun.

I girded up my loins and pressed the doorbell, and Angela and Glen both opened the door. "Blair! So glad you could make it! Come in, come in."

"Hi Angela. Hi Glen." I walked in, trying to keep my eyes off Angela. Although I had dressed conservatively, Angela had made no attempt to do so. I had never seen this side of her, nor had I really even thought of the sexual side of her. She was wearing a short white miniskirt that clung to the curves of her hips. Her hips were widening ever so slightly at the approach of middle age, but the skirt flattered them nicely. Her blouse was a tight-fitting blue and white-striped crop top, with buttons in the front. The top three buttons were undone, and I could see the upper portion of her ample breasts. I admired her body - it would be the envy of any girl, much less a woman of nearly forty. So that's where Lisa gets it from, I thought. Glen was no less sexy. He was wearing tight slacks and an oxford shirt. For being in his late thirties, he was very much in shape, and I could detect the muscles rippling beneath his tight shirt.

I averted my gaze. "So where's Lisa?" I asked.

"She'll be along in a little while. In the meantime, would you care for a glass of wine?"

"Sure." Glen went off for the wine and Angela and I went over to sit on the couch in their living room. She sat down before I did, and I was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her skirt. I could clearly see her trimmed pubic hair nestled in the vee between her thighs. Barely visible within her bush was the vertical slit defining her pussy. I think she caught me looking (hell, how couldn't I), because I noticed a kind of amused smile on her face. I found myself thinking back to Lisa's story, and I could feel, ever so slightly, an ache beginning to rise in my pussy. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

Glen returned with a bottle of chilled white wine and three crystal goblets. The conversation started out awkwardly - after all, they had caught me having passionate sex with their daughter. And with what Lisa had told me had happened later that night... Eventually, though, we settled down and found plenty to chat about. I drank several glasses of the wine, and a warm, comfortable glow settled over my body. I kept stealing glances at Angela as she sat next to me on the couch. I noticed that her skirt was riding higher and higher up her thighs, and every so often I could glimpse a wisp of dark pubic hair peeking out from beneath her hem line. Her nipples were protruding noticeably against her blouse. I wasn't sure, in my wine-induced haze, but every so often I thought I caught Glen checking me out too. Of course, there wasn't much to see, given how I was dressed, but even so his eyes wandered up and down my body. I then realized that he was pretty much able to imagine what he couldn't see - after all, he had seen me in a pretty revealing position only a week earlier. I flushed at the thought. Once again, I felt the familiar throbbing in my cunt, intensified by the fact that the wine was going right through me, and I had to pee.

Soon, I began to wonder why I couldn't smell any dinner cooking, or for that matter, why they weren't preparing anything in the kitchen. I thought of saying something, but figured that might be in poor taste. I assumed that they were waiting for Lisa to get home.

I was on my fourth glass of wine, and was just about to excuse myself to go to the bathroom, when I noticed Angela look over at Glen with a questioning look in her eyes. Glen nodded, as if in response to some silent signal. Angela took the half-full glass of wine from my hand, and said, "Blair, we thought that maybe we should talk about what happened last week."

I gulped. Oh shit, here it comes. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. "Okay," I squeaked.

Glen was looking at me with a stern expression on his face. "We think that you're a very nice girl, Blair. We've always had a very nice relationship with you any your parents. But do you think that what you did with Lisa is proper?"



I had a big lump in my throat, and I hung my head. I couldn't say anything. He continued. "We think that Lisa is growing up, and is probably old enough to handle it. We've talked to her all about sex." I'll say, I thought. And showed her a lot too. He went on. "But nevertheless, we think that some sort of punishment on your part would be appropriate."

With that, I looked up. "Punishment?" Oh my god, what were they going to do to me!?

He nodded and stood. "You need to come with us." Angela stood up as well, and beckoned for me to get up off the couch. I did so, a bit unsteadily. I was scared, and I really wasn't used to the wine. I steeled my nerves and followed them up the stairs and down the hallway, toward.my god, the bedroom! My heart was pounding like thunder in my chest.

Glen took my wrist firmly in his strong hand, and led me into the bedroom. I was trembling with fright, but nevertheless, my mind flashed back to Lisa's story as I passed through the doorway. It was in this very spot that she had watched, fascinated, as her father licked her Mother's ass, while he stroked his cock.

I was jolted from my reverie by Angela's commanding voice. "Take your clothes off and get on the bed, Blair. Face down," she ordered. I swallowed hard. What did they have in mind? I slid my slacks down my legs, and stepped out of them. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse with trembling fingers, and let it fall to the floor. Glen was watching me intently, licking his lips. I unhooked my bra, and my breasts sprang free. They were heaving in sync to my breathing, the pink nipples hard and erect. My white cotton panties were the last to go. I was surprised to find that they were virtually glued to my pussy from the heat and moisture down there. I watched Glen with a mixture of fear and excitement as I pushed them slowly down my tanned legs. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his slacks, and he too, was breathing heavily with excitement. I crawled on to the bed.

"Spread your legs, and put your arms above your head." I nervously complied. Before I knew it, they were binding by wrists and ankles to the bedframe with pantyhose, not tightly, but enough to prevent me from moving freely. "What are you doing?!" I asked, my voice quivering with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Please don't hurt me!"

"We can't punish you properly without tieing you down. Don't worry, it won't hurt... much."

I felt the mattress depress under their weight as they knelt on the bed, one on either side of me. I looked over my left shoulder, and saw that Glen had taken his clothes off. His hard cock was bobbing with excitement. At least eleven inches long, it was unbelievably huge! Lisa hadn't been exaggerating very much when she had measured out the length with her hands, there by the pool. The swollen cockhead was purplish with his lust.

Suddenly, I felt, and heard a sharp WHAP! as Angela's bare palm landed on my right buttock. I cried out with pain, as the sting of her blow slowly subsided. "You deserve a good spanking, Blair. For what you did, you must be punished." Before I could answer, I saw Glen bringing his hand down onto my left buttcheek. I closed my eyes in preparation for the sharp blow. CRACKK! I cried out again, and tears came to my eyes as they continued to administer their punishment. Their slaps continued to rain down on my ass. I squirmed on the bed in an attempt to evade the spanking, but it was useless. I could move a bit in my bindings, but Glen's strong hand was pressed into the small of my back. I was pinned to the bed.

"Please stop!" I begged through my heaving sobs. I was crying not so much from the pain, but from the horrible embarrassment of being spanked like a baby. They didn't answer, but gradually, the spanking diminished in severity. They began to alternate the slaps with a light stroking of my stinging buttocks. Angela's hands, especially, were soft and soothing, and her delicate strokes eased the burning sensations on my tender skin. I moaned softly with pleasure. I realized that the throbbing in my pussy had not diminished throughout the spanking. If anything, it had increased, and I could feel the hot moistness burning in my cunt. I tried to hump against the mattress, not only to enhance the stimulation in my pussy, but also to try to alleviate the increasing urge to pee. My bladder was beginning to ache.

Glen's fingertips were roaming along my inner thighs, brushing ever so softly against the wisps of pubic hair, without quite touching the sensitive skin of my pussy. "I think we've spanked her sufficiently Angela," he said. His voice was husky with lust. "But judging from all the juices I can see down here, I think there's something else she really wants. I think she wants us to do what Lisa did to her."

I felt the soft caresses of Angela's hands on my left asscheek being replaced by the silky, wet warmth of her tongue. I gasped from the sensation. The burning feeling on my skin was replaced with the cooling sensation of her saliva. Glen, meanwhile, was beginning to lick the inside of my thighs with his tongue. I moaned in pleasure, and struggled against my bonds in a futile attempt to direct my pussy against his mouth. "Would you like me to lick your pussy, Blair?"

"God, Yes!," I gasped. "Please!"

But he only chuckled evilly. "Not just yet. This is still part of your punishment." He continued to lick along my thigh in long wet strokes, always approaching, but never quite reaching, my aching pussy. I could feel his throbbing cock pressed against my ankle. Angela meanwhile, was inserting her tongue into the cleft between my ass cheeks, running the tip of it delicately up and down my crack, sometimes skipping it lightly across my ass. When she did, I bucked my ass into the air, imploring her to insert her tongue into my ass. I looked over my right shoulder, and I noticed that she still had her clothes on. She had her blouse bunched up above her breasts though, and she was stroking her tits with her hand. Her short skirt had ridden up over her white buttocks.

The agonizing pleasure continued. Their tongues were everywhere but where I needed them to be. They were building me to incredible heights of pleasure, but not allowing me the release that I longed for. And always there was the urgent desire to piss. I couldn't close my thighs to relieve the pressure, and I was afraid that my hot pee would spurt into Glen's face. I don't know what was greater - the desperate urge to pee, or the need to cum.

I thought that the unbearable torture was nearing an end when Glen loosened the bonds that held my ankles in place, and he asked me to turn over. I did, which caused my arms to cross over my head. Almost crying with relief, I squeezed my thighs together to hold the pee in. "Oh no, you don't," Angela smiled wickedly. "If we let you do that, you'll cum by yourself, and we can't have that."

I cried out in frustration, and beads of sweat broke out on my forehead. "Please untie me, I begged. "I have to go and pee so bad." But they just ignored my plea, and Frank forced my thighs apart again and refastened my ankles to the bedframe. In spite of myself, a short spray of pee escaped from between my pussylips and splashed against my thigh. My face turned crimson with embarrassment. I fought to regain control of my swollen bladder, and quickly stopped the stream from gushing out of control all over the bed.

Frank had noticed the brief spurt of urine, and said, "My god Angela, she really does have to go. She nearly lost it there." But instead of releasing me, he crawled back up to resume licking my thighs, concentrating on the wet, musky area where the pee had washed against my leg.

And so the agony continued. Angela resumed licking my breasts, her tongue encircling my erect nipples. Her hand was now thrust into her crotch, where it was rubbing her pussylips vigorously. My body was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and the sound of my whimpering moans, and Angela's soft groans, filled the air. I was afraid I was going to lose my mind. I closed my eyes tightly, squirming against the bonds.

Angela was now gasping with the pleasure of her hand against her cunt. Finally, she said in a husky voice, "Oh Glen, I can't stand it anymore. We're torturing ourselves." And with that, she placed her knees alongside my shoulders and straddled me, facing Glen. I opened my eyes and watched in anticipation as she lowered her sopping pussy, the dark hair slick and matted, to my mouth. Her tongue replaced Glen's, and I immediately felt the new sensations of her softer tongue. I felt it sliding in the moist space between my thighs and pussy, the edge of the tongue sometimes touching, but never lingering on, my swollen cunt lips. I cried out in ecstasy, and eagerly took her clit between my lips and sucked the hot juices off of it.

"OHHHH JILLLLL!" she screamed. "EAT MY CUNT!"

I sensed Glen crawling up toward us. I watched as he got behind his wife and placed the tip of his cock against her swollen slit. The juices oozed and bubbled over the purple cockhead as he slid it around, and just inside of, her soaking cunt. I ran my tongue simultaneously over the juicy cock and pussylips. I felt Angela's tongue sliding over the crack of my ass below my pussy, and her chin pressed against my slimy clit. "OH GOD. Angela, please SUCK MEEE," I begged. Her tongue continued to probe against my ass. She humped her steaming cunt against my face, as I moaned in frustration.

My saliva combined with Angela's slippery juices as I ran my tongue over the head of Glen's throbbing dick. Angela was grinding her clit against my chin, while at the same time bucking against Glen's cock. I could tell that she desperately wanted him to fuck her, but instead, he moved his cock higher, and pressed the tip against her dark, hairy ass. He transferred the juices from his cockhead to the hot hole by sliding it around in short circular motions, while his musky, hairy balls danced across my sweat-covered forehead.

"FUCK MY ASS!" she cried. That was all the inspiration he needed. I heard Angela moan with pleasure as Glen began to press against her. I watched in fascination as his dick disappeared into her tight hole, not more than three inches from my glazed eyes. "Ohhhh, fuck MEEEE," she moaned huskily, as Glen began to slide his cock in an out of her ass. And with that, she plastered her mouth against my swollen, aching cunt, and began to furiously suck my throbbing clit.

"OHHHH, GODDDDD!!!" I screamed in joy and ecstasy. The unbearable tension of their exquisite torture left my body in one indescribable rush. "SUCKKK MEEEEE!" I buried my face in her hot pussy and sucked her clit as my desperately heaving body was buffeted with orgiastic ecstasy. I sobbed with delight as Angela probed my vibrating cunt with her delightful tongue. I completely lost control of my body, and as I thrust my crotch into Angela's face, I realized that my bladder had let go, intensifying the pleasure and relief of my release. But Angela didn't pull away. Through the haze of my bliss, the sounds of our moans, and the liquid slapping of Glen's cock thrusting into her sucking ass, I could hear the hot rush of pee splashing against Angela's mouth. I grunted again and again with relief as I felt the delightful warmth of my piss pooling beneath my ass.

I resumed the ferocious licking of Angela's cunt, as Glen's cock slid against my nose and slammed into her hot ass. Suddenly, her body went rigid, and she emitted a delicious cry of agony and pleasure. "OOHHHHH!" she screamed and she intensified her bucking against my face, as her sweaty thighs squeezed the sides of my head. She cried out muffled screams again and again as she buried her face into my sopping cunt and the subsiding stream of urine. Her orgasm set Glen off as well, and with a loud gasp, he pulled his glistening rod out of her ass with a popping sound. His cock spasmed, and a huge burst of semen splashed against her distended ass. The sticky cum rolled downward and over her pussy, where I lapped it up greedily. I expected Glen to begin jerking off against her ass, but instead, he lowered his spurting cock, glistening with the juices from her ass, to my lips. I tentatively placed the tip of my tongue against the swollen cockhead. But Glen, desperate for his release to be complete, thrust the cock into my mouth. I encircled the shaft tightly with my lips and fluttered my tongue against the pulsing cockhead. Thick jets of warm semen shot down my throat. He fucked my mouth frenetically until gradually, as his orgasm subsided, his dick began to soften.

We collapsed in a mass of bodies, and I basked in the sensations of my waning orgasm. Angela's body, still heaving as her ragged breathing only slowly subsided, was slick with sweat, and my breasts poked against the slippery warmth of her abdomen as she sprawled on top of me. I could feel her hot breath against my cunt. My ass was soaked with a mixture of sweat, my own cunt juices, and piss. My nose and eyes took in the delightful sight and odor of Angela's glistening pussy and Glen's softening dick, which was still shiny with juices as it dangled in front of me. Even through those smells, I could catch a slight wiff of my piss as it's musky smell drifted through the bedroom.

My joyous reverie was broken when Angela called out, "Okay Lisa. You can come out now!" I opened my eyes, and dashing out of the clothes closet came Lisa. I laughed with delight as she piled into the mass of sweating bodies on the bed.<br>

So it had all been carefully planned. While Glen and Angela applied their exquisite torture to me, their young daughter watched from her hiding place in the bedroom closet. Lisa jumped onto the bed, and, after Glen and Angela untied me, the four of us rolled around in each other arms, giggling and exchanging kisses and caresses. "Well young lady - you're in trouble now. What do you mean by spying on us?" I pretended to be stern, but my happy smile gave me away. Lisa laughed, and said, "I'm allowed. Mom and Dad said I could!"

Angela grinned and tousled her daughter's hair affectionately. "We're sorry it took so long babe. You did very well keeping quiet for so long."

"That's okay Mom. I didn't mind. Besides, the wait was worth it." And with that, Angela pulled Lisa on top of her and Mother and daughter exchanged a long, wet kiss. I watched, fascinated and envious, as Lisa, wearing light blue panties and a white t-shirt, ground her crotch into her Mother's thigh and pressed her budding tits, nipples pressing against the thin cotton of her shirt, against her Mother's ample breasts, which still glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration. I realized that the poor girl was probably going crazy with lust after watching her parents and I frolicking on the bed.

I was struck by the contrast between Mother and daughter. They bore a definite resemblance in their facial features. However, Lisa was a full head shorter than Angela, and her tiny breasts were dwarfed by her Mother's large tits, which sagged slightly with maturity. It was hard to imagine that Lisa some day would mature into a woman with, most likely, Angela's seductive curves and contours.

Angela's hands were roaming up and down her daughter's narrow hips, as their deep kiss grew in intensity. I was beginning to feel kind of envious when I felt something press against my thigh. I glanced down and saw that Glen's thick nine-inch cock was awakening in response to the excitement he was obviously feeling from watching his wife and daughter revel in each other's arms. I reached down and took his dick, still wet from his wife's juice and my saliva, in my hand. "Feeling left out, Glen?" I asked slyly. He smiled briefly and shrugged. "A little, but I shouldn't, with you right here."

He lowered his face to my breast and took my nipple between his teeth. I sighed, and arched my back, pressing my tits into his face. I looked over at Angela and Lisa again, still lying on the bed next to me, and watched as they licked each other tongues. Angela had gathered the material of Lisa's panties into the crack of her pretty twelve-year-old ass, and her hands were squeezing her daughter's bare buttocks. I noticed that Lisa's squirming had become more urgent, and her crotch was sliding up and down her Mother's sweaty thigh.

Angela must have felt my eyes on her, for she looked over at me, then whispered something into Lisa's ear. Lisa looked at me, grinned, and came over and curled up against me. I took my young lover in my arms and we pressed our tongues together and shared a long, juicy kiss. Our tongues intertwined for what seemed like minutes, while Glen's mouth continued to work over my tits. As we broke our passionate kiss, Lisa looked at me with concern in her eyes and asked, "Mom and Dad didn't really hurt you, did they? Giving you a spanking, I mean." I chuckled and shook my head. "Uh-uh. Well, maybe just a little bit. But it was very exciting. And the pleasure they gave me afterward made it all worth it."

She brightened. "I thought it looked like it felt really good, especially at the end."

"It did. In fact, it felt so good, I peed all over the bed."

Lisa wrinkled her nose. "That was weird!"

I laughed. "Well yeah, I guess it is weird. But also very exciting." A nasty thought entered into my mind. "Maybe you could do that too. And your Mom and Dad if they want to."

"Boy, I dunno," her voice trailed off. She thought for a moment, then said, "I guess I do really have to go." She looked at Angela, as if to get permission. Angela nodded, and said, "Sounds good to me. What do you think, Glen?"

Glen pulled his mouth from my nipple long enough to say that absolutely sounded great to him, then went back to working over my spit-covered breasts. I came to the sudden realization that Lisa was now vigorously humping my leg. Her excitement was obvious in other ways, as well. I could feel the warmth and moisture seeping through her panties against my bare skin, and I again realized that she alone among us had not yet had an orgasm. Glen and Angela seemed to sense this at about the same time, and Glen said, "I think it's time for us to take care of our little darling." Angela agreed, and said "C'mon honey. Let's take your clothes off. Then I'd like you to lie on the bed."

Lisa immediately complied, and lay down on the sheets, which were still damp with a mixture of sweat, cum and my warm pee. I sat back and watched, enthralled, as Mother and father began the delectable task of pleasuring their daughter.

They began by licking Lisa's budding breasts. Lisa seemed delighted with the attention as two sets of tongues encircled the erect pink nipples. Her back arched as she offered herself to her parents. Her eyes closed as she absorbed the sensations, and the pace of her breathing quickened. The parents shared their daughter's rapture. Glen's excitement, in particular, was palpable. His exquisite cock was once again stiffly erect, as he drew his daughter's breast into his mouth. It almost seemed as if his dick gave a slight jerk each time Lisa moaned.

I idly stroked my pussy, now slick once again with fresh juices. The eroticism of the scene was intense. I watched as Glen began to work his tongue down Lisa's abdomen, moving every closer toward her young pussy. And what a beautiful pussy it was. Her thighs were splayed open invitingly. Her pubic hair was so fine and downy that it did little to conceal the pink pussylips, gleaming with juices, and flowering open in anticipation.

Lisa was moaning softly, and she was arching her chest upward, pressing her small breasts to her Mother's tongue. I could see the muscles of her abdomen palpitating in response to the advances of her father's mouth. Angela interrupted her ministrations to her daughter's young breasts and asked if she would like her Dad to lick her pussy and make her feel good.

Lisa nodded. "Please lick my pussy, Daddy," she panted. Her girlish voice was trembling with excitement. She was almost too breathless to speak.

Glen needed no further encouragement from his lusty daughter. He buried his mouth in Lisa's cunt. "Ohhh, Uhh... ," she whimpered. That feels so good." At this encouragement, Glen began eagerly lapping at her pussy, drawing his tongue in long strokes from her ass up to her clit and back again. He inserted his index finger into her tight pussy, and Lisa spread her legs wide and bucked her pelvis against her father, her moans of pleasure mixing with the squeaking of the bed. She could easily have come had Glen concentrated on her clit, but he expertly brought his daughter to the brink of orgasm and back again and again by varying his tongue strokes.

Angela was now laying on her side next to Lisa, whispering soft words of encouragement in her ear. "Does it feel good, darling?"

"Uh-huh. It feels wonderful!" she gasped in reply.

"Maybe Daddy could make it feel even better. Would you like him to fuck you like he fucks Mommy?"

"YES!! Please fuck me Daddy!"

I held my breath at the prospect of watching Glen fuck his daughter. I worried momentarily about him hurting her young virgin hole with his big cock. I knew that he would be gentle, but nevertheless, I moved close to Lisa, curled up against her, and took her hand in mine, to comfort her in case it did hurt.

Glen moved into a low kneeling position, legs spread wide, and gently lifted Lisa's legs into the air, supporting them against his broad chest. He positioned his cock against her juicy, hairless slit, and rubbed the purplish-red cockhead gently up and down her slick cunt lips, spreading her juices all around his throbbing penis, as Lisa squirmed against him in anticipation. I watched him in admiration. The desire to enter her immediately and relieve the ache in his throbbing cock must have been enormous, but he very patiently prepared her pussy to receive his dick, slowly stretching the outer pussylips.

Gradually, he inserted the swollen head of his prick into her love hole. Lisa let out a sharp gasp and squeezed my hand. Angela kissed her softly on the cheek, and cooed softly to her. Her forehead was clenched in pain, and Glen gently withdrew, waited and entered her again. He repeated the process several times. Gradually he worked about three or four inches of his cock into her tight pussy and remained motionless while Lisa adjusted to the sensations. Angela brought her finger to her daughter's pussy and gently rubbed her swollen clit. Her expert strokes soon had their desired effect, and Lisa's soft whimpers of pain grew into gentle moans. Glen began to slowly rock back and forth, sliding the first third of his long prick in and out of Lisa's well- lubricated cunt. His cock made liquid suctioning sounds as it pistoned back and forth.

"OHHH, Daddy, that feels good," she moaned. Her little voice was husky with emotion. She began matching her father's rocking motions. Her stomach muscles were taut, and her legs were quivering as she reveled in her first experience of being fucked.

The sensations for Glen must have been overwhelming, as his daughter's virgin pussy clenched around his throbbing cock. His face was red, and he was sweating profusely. The desire to slam his cock deeply into the hot pussy must have been intense. But he carefully prevented himself from driving too deeply into his daughter's tiny vagina - I never saw more than half his length entering her.

Angela seemed to notice Glen's growing urgency, and she quickened the pace of her finger as it diddled Lisa's clit. Lisa cried out with pleasure at the enhanced sensations in her pussy. She began bucking furiously against her father, encouraging him to fuck her harder. Her breasts was heaving with lust, and her breathing was harsh and rapid.

Finally, her whole body became tense and rigid. "OHHHGODDDDDD. FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER!" She sobbed, and her orgasm washed over her in gigantic spasms. She clutched at Glen's arms, and pulled him on top of her. He now supported himself on his elbows, suspending himself over his daughter so as not to suffocate her. His pace quickened, and then, he too moaned with lust. "OHHGOD LISA!" he gasped, "I love your tight little pussy!" He shot his sperm into her pussy, and father and daughter shared their orgasms, clinging to each others sweaty bodies as they let themselves be carried away in their passion.

"I love you too, Daddy!" Lisa was crying with the pleasure and deep emotions of her experience. Her eyes were tightly closed, but tears nevertheless escaped and rolled down her flushed cheeks. We kissed her tears away and caressed her body, Glen on top and Angela and I on either side. Soon her breathing slowed, and her sobs diminished.

We lay there for a long while, relishing the experience and warmth of our bodies. We were silent, worshiping the moment, until Lisa said, "Can we do that again?"

Glen, Angela, and I looked at each other and laughed. "Not right now honey," Angela replied. Your Dad needs to rest for awhile."

But Glen said, "I dunno, I think I'm getting hard again, and Lisa's rubbing up against me as if she wants more." Angela smiled and winked at me. "Well if that's the case, I think Blair and I can take care of you. We need a little something too, you know. Get on your back and I'll get your hot cock back into shape."

Glen gently pulled his semi-rigid dick out of Lisa's pussy, and flipped over on his back. Angela proceeded to lick his cock like a lollipop, cleaning it of it's coating of semen and pussy juice. I too, flipped on my back, next to Glen. "Come over here Lisa. Let me lick your pussy," I said. She climbed over her father, dribbling the semen that leaked from her pussy all over his stomach as she did so. She eagerly straddled my face as her father's cum rolled down her thighs. I pulled her cunt to my face and licked the rest of Glen's sperm out of her sopping pussy. I was amazed at the volume of cum that he had deposited there. Only an hour before, he had shot a massive load into my mouth.

Lisa rubbed her pussy against my mouth. She was already horny again! My face was covered with the slick juices, the remnant's of a father and daughter's passions. I snaked a hand down to me throbbing clit and stroked it urgently. After witnessing Glen fucking his daughter, I was desperate with lust, and that wasn't helped at all by the taste and smell of the beautiful pussy that was rubbing against my mouth. I breathed deeply of her scent, and pressed my nose against her hairless ass as my tongue explored the curves and folds of her soaked cunt.

I had nearly brought myself to an orgasm when I felt strong hands forcing my thighs apart, then grabbing my ass and pulling my pelvis upward. This was followed soon thereafter by the feeling of Glen's cock, rigid once again, as it probed the entrance to my pussy. I spread my cunt lips open with my fingers, and was rewarded by the thrilling sensation of his dick plunging deeply into my cunt with one long thrust. I groaned into Lisa's quivering pussy, and thrust my hips upward to meet Glen's deep strokes. Lisa ground her slippery pussylips into my face, sharing in my pleasure.

I moaned with ecstasy at the delectable sensations. But there was more to come. I felt a weight pressing against my breasts, and realized that Angela had straddled my chest. I arched my breasts upward, and was rewarded by a liquid warmth rubbing against my left breast. Lisa was rubbing her cunt against my erect nipple in a slow seductive rhythm.

Soon, I heard Angela whisper seductively. "Do you still have to pee Lisa?"

"Yeah... really bad."

"Maybe we can pee together. On Blair. Would you like that Blair?"

"God yes!" I gasped. "Do it! Pee on my face!" Glen, hearing my urgent plea, picked up the pace, and plunged his swollen cock into my dripping cunt with brutal force.

I felt Angela's weight removed from my breasts. I realized that she had assumed a squatting position, preparing to release her hot pee on my boobs. Lisa followed suit. Her rounded ass was suspended above my face, and she grew still as she prepared to release her urine stream. I watched, fascinated, as her muscles clenched and unclenched, straining to release her bladder. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the warm liquid that would soon rain down upon me. Angela released her pee stream first. My breasts were bathed with the yellow liquid as it shot from her urethra in a steady stream. It ran in rivulets down my sides, soaking the sheets beneath me. Then Lisa, with a grunt, began pissing on my face, first in short bursts, then in a hard, steady stream. I moaned with pleasure and breathed deeply of the overpowering scent of her piss as the torrent continued. The liquid warmth splashed against my forehead, nose, and cheeks.

Glen's urgent thrusting reached a crescendo at the sight of his wife and daughter releasing their hot pee. With a loud groan, he slammed his cock deeply into my pussy, and I felt his hot semen splashing against the inner walls of my vagina, as his dick jerked spasmodically deep within me. The sensations were exquisite, and I too reached my climax. "OHMYGOD!" I shouted with ecstasy, as my body shuddered with the spasms of my orgasm. Lisa's pee stream was slowing to a trickle, but a small amount entered my mouth as it gaped open with my cries. I swallowed a small volume of the golden nectar, choking at it's pungency.

Soon Glen's, and my, thrusting diminished in intensity. Angela and Lisa unmounted me, and Glen collapsed onto me, spent. The sweat from his chest mixed with his wife's pee, and he kissed my face, smelling deeply of the strong scent of his daughter's fresh urine. My body relaxed into the afterglow of my orgasm, and as Glen's tongue explored my face, licking at the drops of yellow dew, I felt the soft touch of Lisa and Angela's hands as they caressed my body.

My mind wandered, and I reminisced about the erotic events of the last two weeks. I would be leaving for college tomorrow, unfortunately. But I knew that Lisa, Angela, and Glen would be there for me when I returned. I couldn't wait to get back to this show and have some serious orgasms for the next year.



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