It's a Good Thing!
by Rick Humus
Chapters 31 - 40
CONTENTS
Chapter
31 - A Clean Sweep, and a New Personal Best
[Author's Note]: This is one of the more fantastical parts to young Julia's story, and I once again suggest to my loyal and faithful readers that they willingly suspend all disbelief, ignore the physical impossibilities that may be presented, and just enjoy the fanciful tale. After all, if we can accept Millenium Falcons, light sabres and Captain Marvel, we can believe in Julia's mission.
We all spent the next few days lounging around the pool, or out on the beach. The pool was shaded by a big screen and some of the big palm trees, so when it got too intense out in the sun, we came back in and cooled off around the pool. Of course, we fucked about every chance we got, Spence and Christine and me in every possible combination. I realized as I watched brother and sister fuck one night that I wasn’t jealous of her while they did that – it did take a second or two for me to recover once I saw his Perfect Penis slice into her Perfect Pussy the first time, but then I realized that these were about two of my most favorite people in the whole world, and I loved making both of them happy, and loved seeing (and hearing!) them orgasm. Plus, it was really nice watching the Perfect Penis bull into his sister’s wet pussy from close up! One time he was fucking her doggy-style while I lay underneath them, and Chrissy ate my pussy while I tongued hers, and then I sucked his juicy cum load out of her pussy. I decided I liked that kind of action!
Another time, one day after lunch, I directed the action a little, I made her get down on her hands and knees, and then I licked and kissed her little butt until it was all sloppy and wet, and then I grabbed Spencer’s Perfection and lined him up right at her hiney-hole! She squealed and cried a little bit, but I wasn’t going to let her get away, and I made her hold her butt cheeks apart while I fed the Penis right up in to her ass! She had her head flat down on the bed, her face turned to one side, and I saw the smile flit across her lips as she felt her big brother shove his massive Penis up her rectum. It was so neat watching an ass fuck like that from just a few inches away. After my Spence came and dumped a nice load up his sister’s ass, I made her sit up and drain it into my cupped hands, and then I fed it to her, making her lick up every single drop. I was turning into some kind of kinky little kid, it turned out!
Sometimes, during the day, Christine would disappear for an hour or two, and come back all disheveled and it was obvious that she’d been fucking one or more guys. She’d leak cum for the rest of the day. She told me she was working on my special fantasy but wouldn’t say anything more! Meanwhile, Spence and I were getting nice and brown from the sun, and I laid out on the beach nude as much as I could, with plenty of sunscreen so I didn’t burn red. Sometimes, I’d just lay there with my head on Spence’s belly, with just the tip and maybe an inch or two of his Perfection in my mouth, sucking lightly as if it was a pacifier, and I’d nod off in the warm sun, so peaceful, so happy, so much in love with him. I’d cradle his potent Balls in my other hand. It felt so good to be attached to him this way, his Penis becoming a part of me. Every now and then, I’d jerk him off so he could feed me his Sperm, and I’d swallow it thankfully, and then snooze some more. I woke up one time to see four or five people standing around watching me, and I blushed red but then simply ignored them and went back to my pacifier.
About a week after Spencer and I got there, Christine took me into town after lunch for our lasering. I was pretty excited. We’d not shaved at all since that first day, since Chrissy said we’d need to have some stubble there for the lasering gun thingy to work right. I was all itchy and as I peered down at my hairy old crotch, I was so glad I was going to get it all cleaned off. I looked like some lumberjack’s chin down there. Ugh. We drove in the pink jeep downtown, and Christine pulled drove down a short alley next to a building that was about three stories tall, and parked in a little lot behind the place.
“My friend Estrella is going to take care of us, and she’s rather picky about some things, so she asked me to park us in the back and come in the employee door, ok?” Chrissy explained as we got out of the car and walked up to the back door. She rapped on the door three times, then once, then three times again. Oooooh, I thought, a secret knock! LOL!!!
A pretty young black girl opened the door in a sec, and she and Chrissy kissed cheeks, and she ushered us in to the place. We went down a short hall, and then into a room with one of those doctor exam table things in it, and a weird looking machine in the corner with a long arm on it, and all sorts of wires and stuff. It didn’t look too scary, I guess. The girl, Estrella, seemed really nice, and she talked with a cute accent, like, “mon” and all, she sounded like one of those reggae singers. She gave me and Christine little paper gowns, and we stripped down and put them on, they felt kinda weird, I’ll admit.
Then Chrissy laid down on the big table, and put her feet in the stirrup thingys, and Estrella sat on a big stool with wheels, and wheeled herself right in between Chrissy’s legs, which were spread open like a cheerleader doing the splits. She had a little pen kind of thing in her hand which had wires back to the big arm of the machine, and some sort of light with a magnifying glass on her head, and she just leaned in to Chrissy’s crotch with her pen and I started hearing little ‘bzzt’ noises as she zapped each and every ugly little hair on Christine’s pussy! I watched, fascinated. I could hear Chrissy kind of humming in the back ground as Estrella worked on her, and then I saw that Estrella had her index finger of her other hand right on Christine’s clit, and was rubbing it back and forth. No wonder Christine was humming! I guess it took about twenty minutes or so for Estrella to zap all the hairs on Chrissy’s pussy, and then she got up and turned around on her hands and knees and Estrella even zapped all the hairs (not that there was much!) back down around her butthole and everything! By the time she was finished, Chrissy was absolutely smooth from her bellybutton to her knees. It was so cool!
Then it was my turn, and I was just a little scared, I’ll admit, but not that much. Christine said the laser thing just felt a little bit hot when it burned the hairs off but it wasn’t really bad. Estrella looked at me and smiled real nice with big white teeth.
“Little girl gonna get smood as baby, eh? All de boys, de like little girl weeth no hairs, eh mon?” she smiled at me as she leaned in and started zapping. The first one was a little bit of a shock, but once she settled in I got used to them. They were just little heat shocks, is all. Then she started rubbing my clitty just like she’d done with Christine, who was standing next to us and holding my hand as Estrella worked.
“Oh, sweetie, you’re going to look so fantastic like this, there’s nothing sexier than a nice smooth little coochie, right? No more shaving, no more cuts, just smooth as a baby…” she cooed in my ear. Between the light rubbing of Estrella and Chrissy’s murmuring in my ear, I could feel an orgasm starting to build up in me. I whimpered lightly and my hips started moving of their own accord, and just then Estrella leaned in all the way and captured my clit between her lips and BANG! my pussy convulsed and a shiver of pure pleasure rocked through me, my hands going to my nipples to squeeze. I shivered and shook for a moment, while Estrella very lightly just trilled her tongue on my clit, and then as I came down from the climax, she began zapping me again. Across my mound, then down into the valley between each leg and my torso, and where ever a nasty hair was popping up, she zapped it and cleaned me off. After fifteen minutes or so (and two more very nice orgasms!) she flipped me over.
“Leetle girl got cute bottom, eh? Look like it be’in used to haavin’ big hod cock in it, eh?” she said, “Hodly any nasty hair down there but we get it all anyways, eh?” and I felt the hot little pin pricks around my butthole. Within a few minutes, it was all over. I twisted back onto my back on the chair and heaved a big sigh of contentment and relief and general feel-good.
“Thank you so much, Estrella, that was very nice!” I said to her with a sincere smile. “I can’t wait to show my Daddy! And Spencer!” Christine and Estrella talked for a few minutes about stuff, and I just wandered out to the jeep after I put my bikini bottoms back on.
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On the day before we were all scheduled to fly back home, Christine was grinning like a fool in the morning as we scarfed down some fruit and juice at the breakfast table.
“Honey, we are all set for tonight. Everybody’s good with the setup, the club is ready, we’ve got towels and wipes and whatever we need to clean up, and even laid in a supply of those little blue pills in case you want the guys to go full on. It took a while, and I had to call in some favors and, you know, ask a friend to ask a friend sort of thing, but I’m pretty sure we’ll make your century mark. Maybe even more, who knows.” She smacked me on the butt.
I grinned and smiled back at her. “This is gonna be sooooo cool! I’m gonna sit out in the sun one last time for a while and then come back in and soak in the tub for about an hour and then take a nap. What time do you think we should get there?”
“Well, I told the guys that the party starts at 7pm, so we’d better show up by 6:30 or so to get ready. What are you gonna wear?”
“Wear?” I cocked my head. “Wear? How ‘bout a smile? I wasn’t really gonna wear anything. Do you think I should?”
“Sweetie, part of a woman’s mystique is her seduction – and a good seduction needs some kind of clothing, lingerie, whatever, you know – club wear, slut wear, just a little wrapping paper around the present. I’d go with sexy little skirt, maybe some thigh-highs, and heels, of course. If you didn’t bring any, we’ll just have to go shopping!
“No, I bought a couple of cute skirts and stuff, just in case. Spence really likes it when I’m dressed sexy, and I love doing it for him.
“Yeah, true. Alright then let’s get going.” And we ran out to lay in the warm sun for a while. I was pretty much bronzed up by now and luckily didn’t get burnt anywhere, even on the places where I was normally covered up! We both laid on some nice big wooden beach chairs, and I drizzled some fancy cocoanut oil sun blocker on my belly and rubbed it down over my newly lasered pussy lips. It felt so good to rub my fingers over the smooth skin of my mound and lips, I couldn’t help but let my fingertips dance around my clitty and poke up into me a little bit. I oiled myself up real good and then bent my head to look down at my pussy from above.
“Girl, ya gonna get quite a workout tonight! I hope you’re up to the task!” I smiled as I rubbed. “You gonna be fucked but good!” Christine next to me chuckled.
“You’re incorrigible, you know that? You’re such as slut!” she laughed. “You keep going the way you are, you’re going to pass me by the time you’re fifteen!”
I just raised my eyebrows. “Can’t help it if you’re just some old prude” I giggled, and laughed. She reached out and took my hand and held it to her breast. I squeezed the nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. Her nipples got hard almost as fast as mine did, the little demons.
So we sunned, and snoozed, and ran in to the water to cool off, splashing each other like little kids, and then sunned some more and then we came in around lunch time, I had some fruit and a ham sandwich and a glass of lemonade. Then we just kind of sat around for a while, then Spence came back from whatever he was doing downtown, and I gave him a nice BJ and swallowed his cum for dessert! Then, like I said, I ran a big warm tub and soaked for about half an hour, and then took a nap in the cool shade of our room, with the big ceiling fan spinning slowly above me. I was a bit nervous, I'll admit, and I didn’t fall asleep right away. This evening was going to be a pretty big deal for a young girl like me, but I wanted it so much. It took a lot of thinking and soul searching for me to decide to do it, and Spence and Chrissy let me bounce it off of them. I’m glad Spence was OK with it, that’s for sure. If he didn’t give me his blessing, I probably wouldn’t have gone through with it, no doubt.
Around 6 o’clock, as the sun was going down and the tropical night sounds started up, Christine came in and shook me awake. She helped me dress, what little clothing I was gonna wear. First, we slathered on some nice body oil to help me keep moist (not that that would be a problem!!!!) and add a little bit of a cocoanut smell, and then I rubbed some lube up into me too, just in case. I pulled on the micro-mini skirt, and rolled some nice thigh-highs up my legs, smoothing them out just right. I pulled on a little white top that I tied off below my breasts, and finished the ensemble with a pair of black heels that felt really nice on. I modeled for Christine and Spence, and they applauded with grins and smiles.
“Girlfriend, you are going to knock them out!” Chrissy said with sparkling eyes. “I’m almost kinda jealous!”
“Yeah, sweetie, you look really hot! Those guys are going to love you!” Spence said, hugging me close and kissing the top of my head. That felt really nice, to have them both supporting me in this. We piled into the Jeep and Christine drove us. I didn’t really know where we were going, but she drove through town, and then out up towards the interior of the island, and we went up some hills and around some pretty scary curves, until we finally came in to this big clearing out in the middle of nowhere. There was a big wooden place with a tin roof and a porch all around it, and it was pretty big. There were tons of scooters and bikes and cars parked around it, and I heard music and saw lights on inside.
“Welcome to the Ebony Club!” Christine said with a smile. “This place is pretty private, and VERY exclusive, but if you know the right people . . .” she trailed off.
“So who comes here?” I asked.
“Sweetie, this is where all the rich white women come when they’re looking for a little dark meat action!” she laughed. “The club is full of beautiful, handsome, clean black guys who enjoy fucking the hell out of white girls!”
I goggled. My dream was finally going to come true! Yeah, I’d thought long and hard about it. It all sort of came to a head after my adventure at the basketball game. Being surrounded, on my knees, with all those gorgeous, huge, black penises sort of fired off an idea in my brain. I was just so entranced by those large, firm, magnificent black cocks, all standing tall in my honor, so primeval, so basic and animalistic, the idea just made my brain whirl around. Gulping down the hot, salty spurts of semen did something to my being. I’d previously only let Daddy and Spencer in my pussy, because I wanted them to always have something special with me. But over the next few days, I seriously considered lifting my ban and letting black cocks in my pussy. Something about that just seemed so right, so true to life. Blacks were primitive, earthy, raw. And I mean that in a good sense. It’s not that I didn’t like white dicks – far from it, I love ALL cocks. I don’t have one favorite kind over another (except of course, for Spencer’s Perfect Penis – it will always be the very best Penis ever for me).
So I told Christine about my idea, and after her initial disbelief, I left all the details to her. And now, here we were. The three of us walked up the steps into the club hand in hand, me in the middle, a nearly naked 12 year old white girl in a micro mini skirt and black thigh-highs. As we walked through the front door, ushered in by a huge black guy who must have weighed 350 pounds and stood about seven feet tall, the scene took my breath away. I actually tripped and almost fell over my own two feet.
It was one big enormous room, ringed around the outer wall with booths like you’d see at a diner, big U-shaped things with a round table on a post in the middle of each. There were probably 30 or more of them. Colorful lights hung on streamers from the ceiling, making it look pretty festive, but still dark enough for some privacy. The floor was shiny, polished wood, and there was a small bandstand over to one corner but there was no band there tonight. I turned to Christine with a curious look.
“Usually, women come here either alone or with dates, and there’s dancing and a bar and even some finger food from the kitchen, to keep up your energy, I guess. One of the rules, though, is that all sex is out in the open – no screwing around in the janitor’s closet, if you know what I mean. That means that everything is always out in the open, and no one hides anything.”
“Have you ever . . .?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, are you kidding? I try to get here at least once every time I’m down here. I know Marcus and Thomas, the two owners, they’re the nicest guys you’d ever want to meet, and they both fuck like a dream!” she laughed. “Everybody here is always nice – they have a very very exclusive membership, and if anyone starts to act up or get rude, they’re outta here! Bobby, the bouncer at the door, is one of the smaller ones!” she said with a laugh.
“Wow!” was about all I could say.
“And one of the things about this club that’s kinda unique, is that a lot of ladies come here for one particular reason – to get pregnant with a black baby. These guys are all super potent, and I’d bet there’s at least one or two conceptions every night here. These rich, pampered white women love to come down to the islands and take a little present home for Daddy, if you know what I mean!” she laughed. “Usually, they have no idea who the father is.”
“What? How does that work?”
“One of the rules here is that no woman can refuse to have sex with a guy once she’s been accepted in. So even if she comes with a date, she can’t leave so long as there’s any man who wants to fuck her. She can suck them off, or take them in her ass or pussy, but basically, once you take the plunge, you never leave without a full womb. Or tummy!” she smiled. “Some women take 20 or 25 loads on a busy night, and their ovaries are just about floating in sperm by the time they leave!”
I shivered. Just the thought of all that rich Caribbean sperm sloshing around in a girl’s uterus made me quiver in anticipation. I could just picture those millions of tiny sperms thrashing around in that warm pinkness, beating against some poor defenseless little girl’s egg to get inside and make a baby.
“Oh wow!” was all I could say again. I looked around. It was pretty dark in the place, but I could see that there were a bunch of men here, standing around in small groups of two or three talking among themselves. Christine took my hand.
“Oh, wait, there’s Marcus. Let’s go introduce you to him!” she said excitedly. She pulled me off in the direction of a very handsome, older black man in a tuxedo who was talking to one of the biggest men I’d ever seen in my life. Chrissy hauled me up to him, and he beamed down at me as she said, “Marcus, meet Julia.”
He turned away from the man he was talking too and looked at me with a smile. “This must be our guest of honor!” he boomed, grabbing my tiny hand in both of his. “I must say that Christine didn’t even fully do you justice, you’re about the cutest little thing we’ve ever had in our little establishment! And easily the youngest!”
I nodded, blushing. “Thank you, Mister . . .- “
“Marcus, please, just call me Marcus. And this is Enrique, one of our ‘monitors’, as we call them. They’re all here to make sure that everyone has a good time, and no one will even try to get foolish. You can recognize all of our employees by the black and white zebra pin in their lapel, by the way.” And he waved at Enrique’s chest, and I saw the shiny animal pin about two inches high in his lapel.
He continued. “I hope that all the arrangements meet with your approval, Miss Julia.” And he waved his hand towards the center of the room, and that’s when I saw it.
The biggest bed I’d ever seen in my life. It was a huge, four-poster type bed with a gauzy white canopy overhead, floating dreamily over the huge ebony frame, the four timbers at each corner probably ten feet high. Smooth, satiny blue sheets covered the mattress and spring, and it was larger than any king size bed I’d ever seen.
“This is our most prized possession here at the Ebony Club,” Marcus continued as we walked towards the almost ominous furniture. “It was custom made in Barbados over a century ago, and has been handed down since then. It will be ours until such time as we decide to close the club, and then it will be taken over by another.” I reached out and stroked one of the strong pillars. It seemed almost alive, warm and smooth to my touch. I was fascinated by it. “About thirty years ago, we started making small chits in the headboard for every child we conceived here on it.” And I looked where he lay his hand. I almost choked. There must have been dozens of small, white slashes carved and painted in on the headboard. “-although I understand that is not your intention here tonight?” he finished, gravely.
“N-n-no, no really, I mean – I’m too – no, not right now – I’m just twelve –“ I stuttered.
He laughed. “Not to worry, missy. When the time comes, if you want, you can be sure of getting a baby here.”
I walked around the bed, slowly, touching each of the magnificent timbers stretching several feet above my head. It was a wonderful piece. I tested the mattress. It seemed firm, strong, resilient but capable. Just like the men I was about to entertain on it.
Christine spoke up. “If you’re about ready Jules, the guys are I’m sure anxious to get started.” I looked around, and the bed had started to be surrounded by the members of the club. “They usually like a little show to get revved up, if you know what I mean.” And she led me to the bed, pushing me back onto it and forcing my knees apart with her hands. I yipped in mock shock, wet already and perfectly willing for Chrissy to get me even more in the mood. She pushed me into the center of the bed and climbed on over me, her hips above my head. I flipped up her skirt and was not surprised to see that she’d come commando just like I had. I reached up with my tongue and swiped across her tangy lips, tasting the sharpness of her that I’d recognized before. Meanwhile, she had my clit trapped between her lips, and was busy trilling it back and forth with her tongue. I pushed up and spread my legs wider, urging her to eat me even better. We licked and sucked at each other’s pussies for a few minutes, and I felt a climax coming up on me. We both started the climb and triumphantly arrived at the top at the same time, rocking our hips in time and howling out our pleasure like two wolves at the moon. Chrissy’s liquid sloshing down out of her pussy and dripping on my face while my own cooch vibrated with my arousal. We continued lapping at each other for a few minutes, until Christie rolled off of me with a ‘whoof’ sound, and lay spread out on the bed next to me. Yeah, there was that much room – for the two of us to lay with our legs out wide without hardly even touching.
After a second, she sat up and swung her legs out over the end of the bed, sitting next to me, and helping me to sit up.
“Alright guys, she’s warmed up. Trust me. That little coochie is just rarin’ to go!” she laughed. “Next time I stick my face in there, I want it to be soaked!”
And so it started. I had told Christine I wanted to be fucked. Hard. And spermed. Fully.
By black men.
One after the other.
One hundred black men.
At least.
That was my goal. My century mark.
I told her I wanted my immature little womb to be completely filled with semen from as many black men as she could round up who’d be interested in fucking a little underage white girly. I’d take as many as I could get. The only requirement is that they be clean and healthy. Chrissy told me that they were very careful at the club here, and men needed to be checked every two weeks. They even had a doctor and nurse on staff who kept things on the up and up.
The first man climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. I looked down at his midsection, and his fine black penis was hard, and I could see a drip of his readiness forming at the end. He smiled down at me, putting his hands on my breasts. I spread my legs and grabbed his tight buns in either hand. I grunted as he pushed the first few inches of himself into me, and my pussy, for the first time ever, surrounded and gripped at a large black cock. I kicked my legs up around his waist, pulling him in further.
He started moving into me, smoothly and expertly, stroking his full length into me within a few pumps. I felt him nudging my cervix, and was sure that before the night was over, she’s be bruised and sore, but soaked in the balm of dozens of handsome black men. He leaned down to kiss me, his wide, strong lips capturing mine, his tongue fencing with mine. I closed my eyes and just opened up to the feelings. My pussy clenched at him, sucking him in, my wet pink folds wrapping around his shiny black penis, my muscles enveloping him, milking him, pulling the warm salty contents of his balls right out of him and into me.
He fucked well, and he fucked deep, but he didn’t fuck long. I guess the novelty of such a pretty young white girl opening her legs for him set him off quickly, because it wasn’t more than two or three minutes after he first pushed aside my almost virginal pink pussy lips than I felt him begin to shudder, and he rammed down into me strongly, pushing me into the heavy duty mattress, and grunted, and I felt his first surge of potent black semen pulse up out of his cock and splash violently against my womb’s barrier. I felt the heat of his seed, and my clit vibrated and I came, strongly and almost silently, my climax sending massive waves of pleasurable endorphins through my body as my pussy gripped and milked him. A second hot splurt cascaded into me, his balls convulsing and sending millions of potent, active sperm into my womb. His hands on my waist, he pounded me again and again, until finally he sighed strongly and semi-collapsed on top of me, breathing heavy. Recovering quickly though, he pushed up off of me and smiled broadly down at me, leaning to kiss my nose and lips as he slowly pulled himself out of me.
“Thank you sweetie, thank you. . .” he mumbled and I grinned at him and winked.
Christine was there in a moment, with a pillow for my hips, angling me up and helping gravity keep me from leaking out all over the bed. We had a plan, though. About every ten matings, I’d drain into a container, and we’d try to keep as much semen as possible from being wasted.
I opened my legs back and looked to the mass of black men crowding around the bed, opening my arms to them all.
A second cute man climbed on board, his shiny bald head reflecting the twinkling of the lights overhead. I fed him into my chamber, and we started up. As he pumped into me strongly, I felt my hands being led to hard black cocks on either side of me, and I started pumping the hot shafts. There were hands all over me, from my boobs to my feet, rubbing, caressing, pinching, the feeling of so my strong black hands covering every inch of my body was absolutely fantastic, you can’t believe the feeling of so many other human beings becoming a part of you. I felt hard black penises being tapped on my ankles and knees, and on the top of my head. They were being rubbed all over me, and I felt the slick pre-cum sliding off and adding a shiny trail to my body where ever they rubbed.
Man #2 climaxed in me, another batch of salty, hot ball juice being claimed by my needy pussy and womb, the white spray coating my insides, soaking down into my uterus like the previous ejaculation. As he slowly pulled out of me, he rubbed my tingling clit with one broad thumb, and I convulsed again, moaning out my pleasure, grunting, rocking my hips at him. My eyelids fluttered, my nipples hardening like little red berries as they were pinched and rubbed by so many unknown black hands.
Suddenly, I was grabbed by what felt like dozens of hands, and I found myself flipped over and on my knees. Someone pushed my knees apart, and I felt a third hard penis demand entrance to my pre-teen pussy. I opened up willingly, groaning as the fat, blunt head bulled into me, pushing into my wet pink tunnel, squelching in the two loads of semen already percolating in my innards. I hung my head, breathing through my nose, feeling hands pulling at my boobs like they were udders. Cocks were being banged onto my body at every available location. I looked up and there were at least four or five pointed right at me, being slowly fisted by their owners. My third lover started pistoning in and out of me, his cock didn’t feel long, but it sure felt WIDE. I moaned quietly as he thrust into me over and over.
Things started to all roll into one big sensual overload. I came on the fingers that had reached under me and started rubbing my clit. I was sweating and wheezing, my breath catching in my throat as my pussy was violently assaulted by that wide black pole. I felt him stiffen and squirt far too quickly for my tastes, and as he pulled out I felt something cold and metallic pressed up against me, and a good portion of the liquid left by my first trio of black lovers drained out of me. I clenched my muscles a few times as I heard the warm drops splatter into the container. After I was sufficiently drained, I was flipped back over to my back, and a fourth dark-skinned gentleman knee-walked between my thighs and inserted his penis into me.
And that’s the way it went for a while. I zoned out into sexual hyperspace, my pussy controlled my brain, and I danced from orgasm to orgasm about every five or ten minutes. The black men mounting me varied greatly in their technique and talent – some were great fuckers, varying their thrusts as to depth and angle, obviously doing things to make me cum, and most of it worked! Others were just pump-n-dump partners, climbing on, fucking their cocks into my moist white pussy for a minute or two, and then ejaculating great streams of hot sperm up into me. A lot of them liked to kiss me, and both sets of my lips were getting a real workout! Tongues pushed into me, swiping around my teeth, trying to slide halfway down my throat. I sucked tongues, and we swapped spit. Sweat fell from their magnificent dark brown bodies, and I was slippery and wet from my neck to my ankles.
I really liked the ones who grabbed me behind my knees and forced my legs apart, fucking into me with raw animal intensity. I was curled up under them, my ass up off the bed, a small, nearly naked little white girl-child, with their huge black and dark brown bodies forcefully shoving hard penises into my welcoming vagina. By the time ten or twelve men had fucked me, my pussy was a sloppy mess, and I had to stop and drain again. I got to my knees, my arms out holding onto the nearest black men for support, while Chrissy knelt in front of me and held the shiny metal container under my crotch. She reached in and held my pussy lips open, and I listened with a zen-like fascination as my womb gave up the five or six ounces of semen that was flooding around in it.
Then it was back to fucking. My world was dark, sweaty, orgasmic, with the sharp tang of so much male pheromones floating around that my nose seemed plugged solid. My brain was overwhelmed with the sensory feelings of so many hands rubbing and squeezing and pulling at me, and the nearly constant feel of a hard penis sliding in and out of my vagina. All the men fucking me blended into one. I remember only few of them, honestly, maybe a dozen or so. Some were, as I said, really good partners. Others, to be truthful, were fat or smelly or both. But the vast majority, so far as I remember, were just fine.
I didn’t start to get splattered with semen until about half way through. I’d sat up and drained myself maybe five times, and watched with a mix of anticipation and disbelief as Christine held the metal container in front of my wide eyes each time she pulled it out from under me. The lake of yellowish sperm floating around in it brought back memories of Japan . . .
I was on my back, enjoying a particularly strong and vigorous fucking from a cute young black man who held himself up above me with his rippled arms when I felt the first stream of wet sperm splat down across my forehead and drape itself across my nose. I tried to look up and behind me but all I could see were half a dozen cocks pointed at me. I whimpered at the idea of a sperm-filled ejaculation being ‘wasted’ on my face instead of jetted up in to my womb. Then a second spray laced across my breasts, my lover pushing himself up out of the way of the friendly fire assault. In a moment, I felt Christine lean in and vacuum up the white stream off my boobs and then lean to my ear and whisper.
“Some guys’ve already fucked you once – they want to stay around, but we won’t let them fuck again until everybody’s had at least one go at you . . .” So that kinda made me feel better – I was so sexy that guy’s were cumming more than once on me or in me! Whoo-hoo!
After about an hour and a half, I had to call a halt. My pussy was getting really sore, and I’d drained out what looked like a pint of milky cum. I sat up, took a grateful towel from Spencer and wiped some of the cum and sweat off me.
“Holy jeeeze . . .” I breathed, unable to form a more coherent thought. I was so cummed out I couldn’t think straight. He hugged me around the shoulders and kissed me, even through the film of sweat and semen on my face.
“How are you doing, sweetie? Everything OK so far?” he said.
“Holy jeeeeze . . . “ I said again, snickering. I just sat there trying to recover. Christine came up and sat on the other side of me, stroking my leg.
“Honey, you’ve fucked the shit out of 43 guys so far!” she laughed. “How’s that sweet little coochie feeling? Rubbed raw yet?”
I felt down at my pussy lips, gingerly. They were slick and red, and a little bit tender, but that was as much a result of the guys pounding into me and rubbing their pubes on me. Another vote for guys shaving, if you ask me! That stiff crinkly pubic hair is a killer!
I took a couple of deep drinks of water, and then splashed the rest on me – it was hot in that place. I propped a couple of pillows up against the headboard of the huge bed, and lay back. I idly toyed with my pussy as the next guy came up and jumped onboard. And away we go!!!!
Missionary. Doggy. Cowgirl. Reverse Cowgirl. Back to mish. I have to say that mish and doggy style were my favorites, because both of them seemed to give me the best opportunity to have orgasms. And I did, trust me. And they were very good, but they were getting tiring, I have to admit it.
Another hour passed. I drained my uterus about five times and the container was starting to look like a big pail of eggshell colored paint. My god…I was positively sloshing. Talk about sloppy 63rds…LOL!!!
At one point, I turned my head to the side and was confronted by one of the most attractive black penises I’d seen all night so far – it had a nice plum-colored purple head, leaking a big clear drop of pre-cum that I just had to reach out with my tongue and lick off. The head was warm, throbbing, with a sharp, acrid kind of taste, a mix of sweat and semen. Its’ owner was a tall, smiling man with a barrel chest, and his right hand was slowly pumping his shaft back and forth while I sucked strongly on the tip. His left was rubbing and squeezing my left nipple while he enjoyed my attention.
I felt the man fucking me thrust in deeply, holding himself all way in and shuddering through his climax, dumping another batch of rich semen into my womb, to join the half dozen or so loads already swimming around in there. I looked up at the man I was sucking, and he grinned back and winked at me, and then I felt his cockhead vibrate and recoil, firing a strong salvo of semen straight in to my mouth. I closed off my throat with my tongue and went “ummmmmm” in my throat, gratefully accepting my treat. Three, then four, then five strong spurts of cum rocketed into my grateful and welcoming mouth, and I laved the man’s cock head with my tongue, strongly suctioning out as much of his life fluid as I could, my cheeks hollowing on his tip. Finally he emptied, and withdrew his cock with a friendly nod and a squeeze of my boob, then retreated back into the crowd. I didn’t have much time to savor it, as another unknown suitor was clambering up between my legs, and I opened up my legs and arms to welcome him to my pussy.
Towards the end, I admit I was cum drunk. I’d orgasmed so many times my brain simply shut down rational thought. Everything was a succession of hard black cocks fucking me, splitting open my red, raw pussy lips and thrusting in and out until climax, then shooting half a dozen or more thick streams of semen up into my womb. The other excited men around the huge bed contributed as well, long streams of cum flying across my body at random times. I was so sweaty it was hard to tell sometimes, but I took a bunch of shots across my boobs and midsection, and my legs too. I think some guys delighted in jerking off on my feet. My thigh highs were ruined by halfway through the evening, and at the end I was actually missing one of them! LOL! My face didn’t escape either, no surprise there. I felt sperm splattering into my hair and across the top of my head as often as it flew into my cheeks. Every now and then Christine would lean in with a towel and wipe me off as best she could, and tip a bottle of water into my spermy mouth.
Finally, I actually couldn’t take any more. As one thin black man huffed and puffed and dump his load of sperm into me, I waved my arms and looked for Christine, squeaking my surrender.
“No - . . . no more . . . can’t . . . take anymore . . . pl- please. . .have to stop. . .”
Christine instantly appeared at my side, with Marcus and one of the huge bouncer guys next to him. The crowd around me fell away like a receding tide at the beach. Christine helped me sit up and lifted my butt up off the bed, only so slide a flat metal plate under me so I could drain out the last bits of the sperm far up inside of me.
“You ok, honey?” she asked gently, and I nodded.
“Yeah, just can’t do it anymore. I’m beat…” I gasped.
Christine leaned in and hugged me close for a moment while I recovered and got my breath back. She helped me scoot back up to lean against the headboard. Spencer came in from the other side and held me as she cleaned me up with a warm damp towel. My whole crotch was red and fiery looking from all the friction, and my boobs and neck were covered with red hickeys and fingermarks from all the pawing I’d taken. My legs were soaked in sperm too, and this is when I noticed that one of my stockings was gone. One shoe was wedged down next to the mattress in the bed frame, Christine leaned down and pulled it out for me, handing it to me with a laugh.
“Well, ya lost this one some time around the two-hour mark!” she giggled. I smiled weakly and took it from her.
“Where’s...the cum...all the cum... “ I said quietly. Christine knew what I wanted to do with it.
“It’s here. We’ve got it all.” She said, leaning over to pull the plate out from under me, and she tilted it towards one corner. We both watched the large gloppy puddle of mixed semen and pussy juice flow down until it all pooled in the corner. Someone handed her the container, and she carefully poured the last bit of it in, mixing the contents around like a chef with a sauce. She held up the bottle, holding it out to the light.
“Wow Fuck! It’s almost a quart!” she gasped, and we looked at the level as it rose above the graduated lines on the bottle.
“You ready?” I asked her.
“You?” she answered back.
I nodded and twisted around on the bed until my head was closer to the footboard, and my midsection was snugged up against the headboard. I flipped my feet over, and bent such that my hips were pointing right up at the ceiling, and my legs were flat against the headboard. I reached up to peel open the lips of my pussy. It was hot and wet and a little sore.
Christine leaned over me and pushed a red plastic funnel into my hole and slowly poured the entire full bottle of all those black men’s semen into my vagina. It was such a weird, cool, sexy feeling, feeling all that hot spermy goodness fill up my hole. The lake burbled and bubbled as it went in, leaking into my womb with a burp. She stopped once for a moment to let it all settle, and then continued pouring, until almost all the bottle was in. When she pulled the funnel out, I shivered, and a wave of semen crashed over the edge of my pussy lips and avalanched down my belly, drowning my clit as it went by.
“That’s it. Full up, baby. No more room. Are your back teeth floating yet?” she asked with a grin. Spence leaned in with his phone to get pictures.
“That feels soooo fucking weird!” I giggled. I shook my hips and wriggled around, mixing the spermy soup that had totally filled my vaginal canal. As I did, a bubble percolated out of the top and burst, and Christine went “ooop!” and was able to pour even the last little bit out of the bottle and into me.
She leaned in and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue swiping in and tasting the remnants of my oral gifts. “You fucking sexy girl! That, my dear,-“ she said with a throaty groan, “ – is the full cumshots of, get this, one hundred and seven guys!” and she turned to the crowd watching and raised the empty bottle to the ceiling, yelling “Yahooo!!!” at the top of her voice. “A hundred and seven!” and the cheers rang in my ears. It was sooooo cool! Everybody was cheering and clapping, and Spence had this huge grin on his face, and Christine was hugging me, awkward as it was with my ass in the air and my back on the bed. I thought to myself, ‘I bet I’m the only 12 year old girl in the world right now with a hundred and seven fuckin’ loads of sperm in her twat!’
In a minute, I nodded to her. “I’m ready for the rest. Got the rest?” and she nodded, producing a long clear tube of flexible plastic from somewhere. I took it and pushed one end down into me, sinking it into the semen bubbling inside of me until I felt it rub up against my cervix. I fiddled a bit and pushed some more, and felt the odd sensation of something sliding through my opening until it was fully seated in the middle of my womb. Then, putting the other end in my mouth and looking at Christine with a smiling sort of smirk, I began sucking the cum out of my pussy.
The taste of that huge batch of combined semen was, I’ll say, a little odd. There was just so much of it, and it was all mixed together with my own pussy juice and who knows what else. But I was driven to do this, I needed to test my limits, I needed to guzzle all this cum down like I had in Japan, like I’d seen all those little Japanese girls do in the bukkake movies Spence and Daddy and I had watched over the last few months. If they could do it, so could I!!
I sucked and swallowed, watching the white rope of cum slip up through the little tube and get suctioned into my mouth. I found that if I kept the tube pretty far back in my mouth, I could gulp the cum down without it having too much of gross sort of taste on my tongue. On and on I suctioned the goop out of my pussy, and I felt myself getting a little turned on again doing it.
I stopped after a minute or two to catch my breath, and take a long drink of water, which helped. Christine looked at me and mouthed, quietly, “You are fucking amazing!” and I grinned back at her with spermy, slimy lips and a throbbing pussy.
In another five minutes, I was slurping air out of my womb, bubbles coming up out of the hose. I’d drained myself. I’d swallowed the cum of at least 100 guys, all in one huge freaking load, right out of my own little pussy. I pulled the hose out of my mouth and raised my fist in the air, giving out a yell and shouting “All right, you fuckers!” Christine clapped and cheered, jumping on the bed next to me and I saw Marcus and Spence high-fiving each other. We all whooped and hollered for a few minutes, and then I gingerly jumped off the bed and Chrissy showed me where there was a shower I could get under for a few minutes to rinse off. I let the cool water cascade over me for a long time, rubbing my tummy and looking down and letting the full enormity of the act I’d just performed sink in. My stomach had almost a full quart of semen in it! OMG! I let the cool water pour over me until I’d rested up, and then finally joined her back in the club, where I ate two ham sandwiches, drank a root beer, and promptly fell asleep with my face flat on the bar!
In a fevered, semen fueled world, I dreamt I was became a tiny, defenseless egg, popped out of a bristling fallopian tube and sent sliding wetly down the slick walls of my womb, until a tsunami tide of foaming white sperm came flooding through the tiny hole of my cervix and washed over me, frothing wildly, and countless hundreds of millions of tiny, raindrop shaped sperm began battering at my walls, eager to join with me and start a new life. I was battered from side to side by the white wall of salty swimmers. I woke up in the jeep, jostling from side to side as we went down the rocky road back to our cabana, curled up in Spencer’s lap and under his protective and loving arm.
It sure is a good thing that my birth control pills worked!
[Author's Note]: This is one of the more fantastical parts to young Julia's story, and I once again suggest to my loyal and faithful readers that they willingly suspend all disbelief, ignore the physical impossibilities that may be presented, and just enjoy the fanciful tale. After all, if we can accept Millenium Falcons, light sabres and Captain Marvel, we can believe in Julia's mission.
We all spent the next few days lounging around the pool, or out on the beach. The pool was shaded by a big screen and some of the big palm trees, so when it got too intense out in the sun, we came back in and cooled off around the pool. Of course, we fucked about every chance we got, Spence and Christine and me in every possible combination. I realized as I watched brother and sister fuck one night that I wasn’t jealous of her while they did that – it did take a second or two for me to recover once I saw his Perfect Penis slice into her Perfect Pussy the first time, but then I realized that these were about two of my most favorite people in the whole world, and I loved making both of them happy, and loved seeing (and hearing!) them orgasm. Plus, it was really nice watching the Perfect Penis bull into his sister’s wet pussy from close up! One time he was fucking her doggy-style while I lay underneath them, and Chrissy ate my pussy while I tongued hers, and then I sucked his juicy cum load out of her pussy. I decided I liked that kind of action!
Another time, one day after lunch, I directed the action a little, I made her get down on her hands and knees, and then I licked and kissed her little butt until it was all sloppy and wet, and then I grabbed Spencer’s Perfection and lined him up right at her hiney-hole! She squealed and cried a little bit, but I wasn’t going to let her get away, and I made her hold her butt cheeks apart while I fed the Penis right up in to her ass! She had her head flat down on the bed, her face turned to one side, and I saw the smile flit across her lips as she felt her big brother shove his massive Penis up her rectum. It was so neat watching an ass fuck like that from just a few inches away. After my Spence came and dumped a nice load up his sister’s ass, I made her sit up and drain it into my cupped hands, and then I fed it to her, making her lick up every single drop. I was turning into some kind of kinky little kid, it turned out!
Sometimes, during the day, Christine would disappear for an hour or two, and come back all disheveled and it was obvious that she’d been fucking one or more guys. She’d leak cum for the rest of the day. She told me she was working on my special fantasy but wouldn’t say anything more! Meanwhile, Spence and I were getting nice and brown from the sun, and I laid out on the beach nude as much as I could, with plenty of sunscreen so I didn’t burn red. Sometimes, I’d just lay there with my head on Spence’s belly, with just the tip and maybe an inch or two of his Perfection in my mouth, sucking lightly as if it was a pacifier, and I’d nod off in the warm sun, so peaceful, so happy, so much in love with him. I’d cradle his potent Balls in my other hand. It felt so good to be attached to him this way, his Penis becoming a part of me. Every now and then, I’d jerk him off so he could feed me his Sperm, and I’d swallow it thankfully, and then snooze some more. I woke up one time to see four or five people standing around watching me, and I blushed red but then simply ignored them and went back to my pacifier.
About a week after Spencer and I got there, Christine took me into town after lunch for our lasering. I was pretty excited. We’d not shaved at all since that first day, since Chrissy said we’d need to have some stubble there for the lasering gun thingy to work right. I was all itchy and as I peered down at my hairy old crotch, I was so glad I was going to get it all cleaned off. I looked like some lumberjack’s chin down there. Ugh. We drove in the pink jeep downtown, and Christine pulled drove down a short alley next to a building that was about three stories tall, and parked in a little lot behind the place.
“My friend Estrella is going to take care of us, and she’s rather picky about some things, so she asked me to park us in the back and come in the employee door, ok?” Chrissy explained as we got out of the car and walked up to the back door. She rapped on the door three times, then once, then three times again. Oooooh, I thought, a secret knock! LOL!!!
A pretty young black girl opened the door in a sec, and she and Chrissy kissed cheeks, and she ushered us in to the place. We went down a short hall, and then into a room with one of those doctor exam table things in it, and a weird looking machine in the corner with a long arm on it, and all sorts of wires and stuff. It didn’t look too scary, I guess. The girl, Estrella, seemed really nice, and she talked with a cute accent, like, “mon” and all, she sounded like one of those reggae singers. She gave me and Christine little paper gowns, and we stripped down and put them on, they felt kinda weird, I’ll admit.
Then Chrissy laid down on the big table, and put her feet in the stirrup thingys, and Estrella sat on a big stool with wheels, and wheeled herself right in between Chrissy’s legs, which were spread open like a cheerleader doing the splits. She had a little pen kind of thing in her hand which had wires back to the big arm of the machine, and some sort of light with a magnifying glass on her head, and she just leaned in to Chrissy’s crotch with her pen and I started hearing little ‘bzzt’ noises as she zapped each and every ugly little hair on Christine’s pussy! I watched, fascinated. I could hear Chrissy kind of humming in the back ground as Estrella worked on her, and then I saw that Estrella had her index finger of her other hand right on Christine’s clit, and was rubbing it back and forth. No wonder Christine was humming! I guess it took about twenty minutes or so for Estrella to zap all the hairs on Chrissy’s pussy, and then she got up and turned around on her hands and knees and Estrella even zapped all the hairs (not that there was much!) back down around her butthole and everything! By the time she was finished, Chrissy was absolutely smooth from her bellybutton to her knees. It was so cool!
Then it was my turn, and I was just a little scared, I’ll admit, but not that much. Christine said the laser thing just felt a little bit hot when it burned the hairs off but it wasn’t really bad. Estrella looked at me and smiled real nice with big white teeth.
“Little girl gonna get smood as baby, eh? All de boys, de like little girl weeth no hairs, eh mon?” she smiled at me as she leaned in and started zapping. The first one was a little bit of a shock, but once she settled in I got used to them. They were just little heat shocks, is all. Then she started rubbing my clitty just like she’d done with Christine, who was standing next to us and holding my hand as Estrella worked.
“Oh, sweetie, you’re going to look so fantastic like this, there’s nothing sexier than a nice smooth little coochie, right? No more shaving, no more cuts, just smooth as a baby…” she cooed in my ear. Between the light rubbing of Estrella and Chrissy’s murmuring in my ear, I could feel an orgasm starting to build up in me. I whimpered lightly and my hips started moving of their own accord, and just then Estrella leaned in all the way and captured my clit between her lips and BANG! my pussy convulsed and a shiver of pure pleasure rocked through me, my hands going to my nipples to squeeze. I shivered and shook for a moment, while Estrella very lightly just trilled her tongue on my clit, and then as I came down from the climax, she began zapping me again. Across my mound, then down into the valley between each leg and my torso, and where ever a nasty hair was popping up, she zapped it and cleaned me off. After fifteen minutes or so (and two more very nice orgasms!) she flipped me over.
“Leetle girl got cute bottom, eh? Look like it be’in used to haavin’ big hod cock in it, eh?” she said, “Hodly any nasty hair down there but we get it all anyways, eh?” and I felt the hot little pin pricks around my butthole. Within a few minutes, it was all over. I twisted back onto my back on the chair and heaved a big sigh of contentment and relief and general feel-good.
“Thank you so much, Estrella, that was very nice!” I said to her with a sincere smile. “I can’t wait to show my Daddy! And Spencer!” Christine and Estrella talked for a few minutes about stuff, and I just wandered out to the jeep after I put my bikini bottoms back on.
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On the day before we were all scheduled to fly back home, Christine was grinning like a fool in the morning as we scarfed down some fruit and juice at the breakfast table.
“Honey, we are all set for tonight. Everybody’s good with the setup, the club is ready, we’ve got towels and wipes and whatever we need to clean up, and even laid in a supply of those little blue pills in case you want the guys to go full on. It took a while, and I had to call in some favors and, you know, ask a friend to ask a friend sort of thing, but I’m pretty sure we’ll make your century mark. Maybe even more, who knows.” She smacked me on the butt.
I grinned and smiled back at her. “This is gonna be sooooo cool! I’m gonna sit out in the sun one last time for a while and then come back in and soak in the tub for about an hour and then take a nap. What time do you think we should get there?”
“Well, I told the guys that the party starts at 7pm, so we’d better show up by 6:30 or so to get ready. What are you gonna wear?”
“Wear?” I cocked my head. “Wear? How ‘bout a smile? I wasn’t really gonna wear anything. Do you think I should?”
“Sweetie, part of a woman’s mystique is her seduction – and a good seduction needs some kind of clothing, lingerie, whatever, you know – club wear, slut wear, just a little wrapping paper around the present. I’d go with sexy little skirt, maybe some thigh-highs, and heels, of course. If you didn’t bring any, we’ll just have to go shopping!
“No, I bought a couple of cute skirts and stuff, just in case. Spence really likes it when I’m dressed sexy, and I love doing it for him.
“Yeah, true. Alright then let’s get going.” And we ran out to lay in the warm sun for a while. I was pretty much bronzed up by now and luckily didn’t get burnt anywhere, even on the places where I was normally covered up! We both laid on some nice big wooden beach chairs, and I drizzled some fancy cocoanut oil sun blocker on my belly and rubbed it down over my newly lasered pussy lips. It felt so good to rub my fingers over the smooth skin of my mound and lips, I couldn’t help but let my fingertips dance around my clitty and poke up into me a little bit. I oiled myself up real good and then bent my head to look down at my pussy from above.
“Girl, ya gonna get quite a workout tonight! I hope you’re up to the task!” I smiled as I rubbed. “You gonna be fucked but good!” Christine next to me chuckled.
“You’re incorrigible, you know that? You’re such as slut!” she laughed. “You keep going the way you are, you’re going to pass me by the time you’re fifteen!”
I just raised my eyebrows. “Can’t help it if you’re just some old prude” I giggled, and laughed. She reached out and took my hand and held it to her breast. I squeezed the nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. Her nipples got hard almost as fast as mine did, the little demons.
So we sunned, and snoozed, and ran in to the water to cool off, splashing each other like little kids, and then sunned some more and then we came in around lunch time, I had some fruit and a ham sandwich and a glass of lemonade. Then we just kind of sat around for a while, then Spence came back from whatever he was doing downtown, and I gave him a nice BJ and swallowed his cum for dessert! Then, like I said, I ran a big warm tub and soaked for about half an hour, and then took a nap in the cool shade of our room, with the big ceiling fan spinning slowly above me. I was a bit nervous, I'll admit, and I didn’t fall asleep right away. This evening was going to be a pretty big deal for a young girl like me, but I wanted it so much. It took a lot of thinking and soul searching for me to decide to do it, and Spence and Chrissy let me bounce it off of them. I’m glad Spence was OK with it, that’s for sure. If he didn’t give me his blessing, I probably wouldn’t have gone through with it, no doubt.
Around 6 o’clock, as the sun was going down and the tropical night sounds started up, Christine came in and shook me awake. She helped me dress, what little clothing I was gonna wear. First, we slathered on some nice body oil to help me keep moist (not that that would be a problem!!!!) and add a little bit of a cocoanut smell, and then I rubbed some lube up into me too, just in case. I pulled on the micro-mini skirt, and rolled some nice thigh-highs up my legs, smoothing them out just right. I pulled on a little white top that I tied off below my breasts, and finished the ensemble with a pair of black heels that felt really nice on. I modeled for Christine and Spence, and they applauded with grins and smiles.
“Girlfriend, you are going to knock them out!” Chrissy said with sparkling eyes. “I’m almost kinda jealous!”
“Yeah, sweetie, you look really hot! Those guys are going to love you!” Spence said, hugging me close and kissing the top of my head. That felt really nice, to have them both supporting me in this. We piled into the Jeep and Christine drove us. I didn’t really know where we were going, but she drove through town, and then out up towards the interior of the island, and we went up some hills and around some pretty scary curves, until we finally came in to this big clearing out in the middle of nowhere. There was a big wooden place with a tin roof and a porch all around it, and it was pretty big. There were tons of scooters and bikes and cars parked around it, and I heard music and saw lights on inside.
“Welcome to the Ebony Club!” Christine said with a smile. “This place is pretty private, and VERY exclusive, but if you know the right people . . .” she trailed off.
“So who comes here?” I asked.
“Sweetie, this is where all the rich white women come when they’re looking for a little dark meat action!” she laughed. “The club is full of beautiful, handsome, clean black guys who enjoy fucking the hell out of white girls!”
I goggled. My dream was finally going to come true! Yeah, I’d thought long and hard about it. It all sort of came to a head after my adventure at the basketball game. Being surrounded, on my knees, with all those gorgeous, huge, black penises sort of fired off an idea in my brain. I was just so entranced by those large, firm, magnificent black cocks, all standing tall in my honor, so primeval, so basic and animalistic, the idea just made my brain whirl around. Gulping down the hot, salty spurts of semen did something to my being. I’d previously only let Daddy and Spencer in my pussy, because I wanted them to always have something special with me. But over the next few days, I seriously considered lifting my ban and letting black cocks in my pussy. Something about that just seemed so right, so true to life. Blacks were primitive, earthy, raw. And I mean that in a good sense. It’s not that I didn’t like white dicks – far from it, I love ALL cocks. I don’t have one favorite kind over another (except of course, for Spencer’s Perfect Penis – it will always be the very best Penis ever for me).
So I told Christine about my idea, and after her initial disbelief, I left all the details to her. And now, here we were. The three of us walked up the steps into the club hand in hand, me in the middle, a nearly naked 12 year old white girl in a micro mini skirt and black thigh-highs. As we walked through the front door, ushered in by a huge black guy who must have weighed 350 pounds and stood about seven feet tall, the scene took my breath away. I actually tripped and almost fell over my own two feet.
It was one big enormous room, ringed around the outer wall with booths like you’d see at a diner, big U-shaped things with a round table on a post in the middle of each. There were probably 30 or more of them. Colorful lights hung on streamers from the ceiling, making it look pretty festive, but still dark enough for some privacy. The floor was shiny, polished wood, and there was a small bandstand over to one corner but there was no band there tonight. I turned to Christine with a curious look.
“Usually, women come here either alone or with dates, and there’s dancing and a bar and even some finger food from the kitchen, to keep up your energy, I guess. One of the rules, though, is that all sex is out in the open – no screwing around in the janitor’s closet, if you know what I mean. That means that everything is always out in the open, and no one hides anything.”
“Have you ever . . .?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, are you kidding? I try to get here at least once every time I’m down here. I know Marcus and Thomas, the two owners, they’re the nicest guys you’d ever want to meet, and they both fuck like a dream!” she laughed. “Everybody here is always nice – they have a very very exclusive membership, and if anyone starts to act up or get rude, they’re outta here! Bobby, the bouncer at the door, is one of the smaller ones!” she said with a laugh.
“Wow!” was about all I could say.
“And one of the things about this club that’s kinda unique, is that a lot of ladies come here for one particular reason – to get pregnant with a black baby. These guys are all super potent, and I’d bet there’s at least one or two conceptions every night here. These rich, pampered white women love to come down to the islands and take a little present home for Daddy, if you know what I mean!” she laughed. “Usually, they have no idea who the father is.”
“What? How does that work?”
“One of the rules here is that no woman can refuse to have sex with a guy once she’s been accepted in. So even if she comes with a date, she can’t leave so long as there’s any man who wants to fuck her. She can suck them off, or take them in her ass or pussy, but basically, once you take the plunge, you never leave without a full womb. Or tummy!” she smiled. “Some women take 20 or 25 loads on a busy night, and their ovaries are just about floating in sperm by the time they leave!”
I shivered. Just the thought of all that rich Caribbean sperm sloshing around in a girl’s uterus made me quiver in anticipation. I could just picture those millions of tiny sperms thrashing around in that warm pinkness, beating against some poor defenseless little girl’s egg to get inside and make a baby.
“Oh wow!” was all I could say again. I looked around. It was pretty dark in the place, but I could see that there were a bunch of men here, standing around in small groups of two or three talking among themselves. Christine took my hand.
“Oh, wait, there’s Marcus. Let’s go introduce you to him!” she said excitedly. She pulled me off in the direction of a very handsome, older black man in a tuxedo who was talking to one of the biggest men I’d ever seen in my life. Chrissy hauled me up to him, and he beamed down at me as she said, “Marcus, meet Julia.”
He turned away from the man he was talking too and looked at me with a smile. “This must be our guest of honor!” he boomed, grabbing my tiny hand in both of his. “I must say that Christine didn’t even fully do you justice, you’re about the cutest little thing we’ve ever had in our little establishment! And easily the youngest!”
I nodded, blushing. “Thank you, Mister . . .- “
“Marcus, please, just call me Marcus. And this is Enrique, one of our ‘monitors’, as we call them. They’re all here to make sure that everyone has a good time, and no one will even try to get foolish. You can recognize all of our employees by the black and white zebra pin in their lapel, by the way.” And he waved at Enrique’s chest, and I saw the shiny animal pin about two inches high in his lapel.
He continued. “I hope that all the arrangements meet with your approval, Miss Julia.” And he waved his hand towards the center of the room, and that’s when I saw it.
The biggest bed I’d ever seen in my life. It was a huge, four-poster type bed with a gauzy white canopy overhead, floating dreamily over the huge ebony frame, the four timbers at each corner probably ten feet high. Smooth, satiny blue sheets covered the mattress and spring, and it was larger than any king size bed I’d ever seen.
“This is our most prized possession here at the Ebony Club,” Marcus continued as we walked towards the almost ominous furniture. “It was custom made in Barbados over a century ago, and has been handed down since then. It will be ours until such time as we decide to close the club, and then it will be taken over by another.” I reached out and stroked one of the strong pillars. It seemed almost alive, warm and smooth to my touch. I was fascinated by it. “About thirty years ago, we started making small chits in the headboard for every child we conceived here on it.” And I looked where he lay his hand. I almost choked. There must have been dozens of small, white slashes carved and painted in on the headboard. “-although I understand that is not your intention here tonight?” he finished, gravely.
“N-n-no, no really, I mean – I’m too – no, not right now – I’m just twelve –“ I stuttered.
He laughed. “Not to worry, missy. When the time comes, if you want, you can be sure of getting a baby here.”
I walked around the bed, slowly, touching each of the magnificent timbers stretching several feet above my head. It was a wonderful piece. I tested the mattress. It seemed firm, strong, resilient but capable. Just like the men I was about to entertain on it.
Christine spoke up. “If you’re about ready Jules, the guys are I’m sure anxious to get started.” I looked around, and the bed had started to be surrounded by the members of the club. “They usually like a little show to get revved up, if you know what I mean.” And she led me to the bed, pushing me back onto it and forcing my knees apart with her hands. I yipped in mock shock, wet already and perfectly willing for Chrissy to get me even more in the mood. She pushed me into the center of the bed and climbed on over me, her hips above my head. I flipped up her skirt and was not surprised to see that she’d come commando just like I had. I reached up with my tongue and swiped across her tangy lips, tasting the sharpness of her that I’d recognized before. Meanwhile, she had my clit trapped between her lips, and was busy trilling it back and forth with her tongue. I pushed up and spread my legs wider, urging her to eat me even better. We licked and sucked at each other’s pussies for a few minutes, and I felt a climax coming up on me. We both started the climb and triumphantly arrived at the top at the same time, rocking our hips in time and howling out our pleasure like two wolves at the moon. Chrissy’s liquid sloshing down out of her pussy and dripping on my face while my own cooch vibrated with my arousal. We continued lapping at each other for a few minutes, until Christie rolled off of me with a ‘whoof’ sound, and lay spread out on the bed next to me. Yeah, there was that much room – for the two of us to lay with our legs out wide without hardly even touching.
After a second, she sat up and swung her legs out over the end of the bed, sitting next to me, and helping me to sit up.
“Alright guys, she’s warmed up. Trust me. That little coochie is just rarin’ to go!” she laughed. “Next time I stick my face in there, I want it to be soaked!”
And so it started. I had told Christine I wanted to be fucked. Hard. And spermed. Fully.
By black men.
One after the other.
One hundred black men.
At least.
That was my goal. My century mark.
I told her I wanted my immature little womb to be completely filled with semen from as many black men as she could round up who’d be interested in fucking a little underage white girly. I’d take as many as I could get. The only requirement is that they be clean and healthy. Chrissy told me that they were very careful at the club here, and men needed to be checked every two weeks. They even had a doctor and nurse on staff who kept things on the up and up.
The first man climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. I looked down at his midsection, and his fine black penis was hard, and I could see a drip of his readiness forming at the end. He smiled down at me, putting his hands on my breasts. I spread my legs and grabbed his tight buns in either hand. I grunted as he pushed the first few inches of himself into me, and my pussy, for the first time ever, surrounded and gripped at a large black cock. I kicked my legs up around his waist, pulling him in further.
He started moving into me, smoothly and expertly, stroking his full length into me within a few pumps. I felt him nudging my cervix, and was sure that before the night was over, she’s be bruised and sore, but soaked in the balm of dozens of handsome black men. He leaned down to kiss me, his wide, strong lips capturing mine, his tongue fencing with mine. I closed my eyes and just opened up to the feelings. My pussy clenched at him, sucking him in, my wet pink folds wrapping around his shiny black penis, my muscles enveloping him, milking him, pulling the warm salty contents of his balls right out of him and into me.
He fucked well, and he fucked deep, but he didn’t fuck long. I guess the novelty of such a pretty young white girl opening her legs for him set him off quickly, because it wasn’t more than two or three minutes after he first pushed aside my almost virginal pink pussy lips than I felt him begin to shudder, and he rammed down into me strongly, pushing me into the heavy duty mattress, and grunted, and I felt his first surge of potent black semen pulse up out of his cock and splash violently against my womb’s barrier. I felt the heat of his seed, and my clit vibrated and I came, strongly and almost silently, my climax sending massive waves of pleasurable endorphins through my body as my pussy gripped and milked him. A second hot splurt cascaded into me, his balls convulsing and sending millions of potent, active sperm into my womb. His hands on my waist, he pounded me again and again, until finally he sighed strongly and semi-collapsed on top of me, breathing heavy. Recovering quickly though, he pushed up off of me and smiled broadly down at me, leaning to kiss my nose and lips as he slowly pulled himself out of me.
“Thank you sweetie, thank you. . .” he mumbled and I grinned at him and winked.
Christine was there in a moment, with a pillow for my hips, angling me up and helping gravity keep me from leaking out all over the bed. We had a plan, though. About every ten matings, I’d drain into a container, and we’d try to keep as much semen as possible from being wasted.
I opened my legs back and looked to the mass of black men crowding around the bed, opening my arms to them all.
A second cute man climbed on board, his shiny bald head reflecting the twinkling of the lights overhead. I fed him into my chamber, and we started up. As he pumped into me strongly, I felt my hands being led to hard black cocks on either side of me, and I started pumping the hot shafts. There were hands all over me, from my boobs to my feet, rubbing, caressing, pinching, the feeling of so my strong black hands covering every inch of my body was absolutely fantastic, you can’t believe the feeling of so many other human beings becoming a part of you. I felt hard black penises being tapped on my ankles and knees, and on the top of my head. They were being rubbed all over me, and I felt the slick pre-cum sliding off and adding a shiny trail to my body where ever they rubbed.
Man #2 climaxed in me, another batch of salty, hot ball juice being claimed by my needy pussy and womb, the white spray coating my insides, soaking down into my uterus like the previous ejaculation. As he slowly pulled out of me, he rubbed my tingling clit with one broad thumb, and I convulsed again, moaning out my pleasure, grunting, rocking my hips at him. My eyelids fluttered, my nipples hardening like little red berries as they were pinched and rubbed by so many unknown black hands.
Suddenly, I was grabbed by what felt like dozens of hands, and I found myself flipped over and on my knees. Someone pushed my knees apart, and I felt a third hard penis demand entrance to my pre-teen pussy. I opened up willingly, groaning as the fat, blunt head bulled into me, pushing into my wet pink tunnel, squelching in the two loads of semen already percolating in my innards. I hung my head, breathing through my nose, feeling hands pulling at my boobs like they were udders. Cocks were being banged onto my body at every available location. I looked up and there were at least four or five pointed right at me, being slowly fisted by their owners. My third lover started pistoning in and out of me, his cock didn’t feel long, but it sure felt WIDE. I moaned quietly as he thrust into me over and over.
Things started to all roll into one big sensual overload. I came on the fingers that had reached under me and started rubbing my clit. I was sweating and wheezing, my breath catching in my throat as my pussy was violently assaulted by that wide black pole. I felt him stiffen and squirt far too quickly for my tastes, and as he pulled out I felt something cold and metallic pressed up against me, and a good portion of the liquid left by my first trio of black lovers drained out of me. I clenched my muscles a few times as I heard the warm drops splatter into the container. After I was sufficiently drained, I was flipped back over to my back, and a fourth dark-skinned gentleman knee-walked between my thighs and inserted his penis into me.
And that’s the way it went for a while. I zoned out into sexual hyperspace, my pussy controlled my brain, and I danced from orgasm to orgasm about every five or ten minutes. The black men mounting me varied greatly in their technique and talent – some were great fuckers, varying their thrusts as to depth and angle, obviously doing things to make me cum, and most of it worked! Others were just pump-n-dump partners, climbing on, fucking their cocks into my moist white pussy for a minute or two, and then ejaculating great streams of hot sperm up into me. A lot of them liked to kiss me, and both sets of my lips were getting a real workout! Tongues pushed into me, swiping around my teeth, trying to slide halfway down my throat. I sucked tongues, and we swapped spit. Sweat fell from their magnificent dark brown bodies, and I was slippery and wet from my neck to my ankles.
I really liked the ones who grabbed me behind my knees and forced my legs apart, fucking into me with raw animal intensity. I was curled up under them, my ass up off the bed, a small, nearly naked little white girl-child, with their huge black and dark brown bodies forcefully shoving hard penises into my welcoming vagina. By the time ten or twelve men had fucked me, my pussy was a sloppy mess, and I had to stop and drain again. I got to my knees, my arms out holding onto the nearest black men for support, while Chrissy knelt in front of me and held the shiny metal container under my crotch. She reached in and held my pussy lips open, and I listened with a zen-like fascination as my womb gave up the five or six ounces of semen that was flooding around in it.
Then it was back to fucking. My world was dark, sweaty, orgasmic, with the sharp tang of so much male pheromones floating around that my nose seemed plugged solid. My brain was overwhelmed with the sensory feelings of so many hands rubbing and squeezing and pulling at me, and the nearly constant feel of a hard penis sliding in and out of my vagina. All the men fucking me blended into one. I remember only few of them, honestly, maybe a dozen or so. Some were, as I said, really good partners. Others, to be truthful, were fat or smelly or both. But the vast majority, so far as I remember, were just fine.
I didn’t start to get splattered with semen until about half way through. I’d sat up and drained myself maybe five times, and watched with a mix of anticipation and disbelief as Christine held the metal container in front of my wide eyes each time she pulled it out from under me. The lake of yellowish sperm floating around in it brought back memories of Japan . . .
I was on my back, enjoying a particularly strong and vigorous fucking from a cute young black man who held himself up above me with his rippled arms when I felt the first stream of wet sperm splat down across my forehead and drape itself across my nose. I tried to look up and behind me but all I could see were half a dozen cocks pointed at me. I whimpered at the idea of a sperm-filled ejaculation being ‘wasted’ on my face instead of jetted up in to my womb. Then a second spray laced across my breasts, my lover pushing himself up out of the way of the friendly fire assault. In a moment, I felt Christine lean in and vacuum up the white stream off my boobs and then lean to my ear and whisper.
“Some guys’ve already fucked you once – they want to stay around, but we won’t let them fuck again until everybody’s had at least one go at you . . .” So that kinda made me feel better – I was so sexy that guy’s were cumming more than once on me or in me! Whoo-hoo!
After about an hour and a half, I had to call a halt. My pussy was getting really sore, and I’d drained out what looked like a pint of milky cum. I sat up, took a grateful towel from Spencer and wiped some of the cum and sweat off me.
“Holy jeeeze . . .” I breathed, unable to form a more coherent thought. I was so cummed out I couldn’t think straight. He hugged me around the shoulders and kissed me, even through the film of sweat and semen on my face.
“How are you doing, sweetie? Everything OK so far?” he said.
“Holy jeeeeze . . . “ I said again, snickering. I just sat there trying to recover. Christine came up and sat on the other side of me, stroking my leg.
“Honey, you’ve fucked the shit out of 43 guys so far!” she laughed. “How’s that sweet little coochie feeling? Rubbed raw yet?”
I felt down at my pussy lips, gingerly. They were slick and red, and a little bit tender, but that was as much a result of the guys pounding into me and rubbing their pubes on me. Another vote for guys shaving, if you ask me! That stiff crinkly pubic hair is a killer!
I took a couple of deep drinks of water, and then splashed the rest on me – it was hot in that place. I propped a couple of pillows up against the headboard of the huge bed, and lay back. I idly toyed with my pussy as the next guy came up and jumped onboard. And away we go!!!!
Missionary. Doggy. Cowgirl. Reverse Cowgirl. Back to mish. I have to say that mish and doggy style were my favorites, because both of them seemed to give me the best opportunity to have orgasms. And I did, trust me. And they were very good, but they were getting tiring, I have to admit it.
Another hour passed. I drained my uterus about five times and the container was starting to look like a big pail of eggshell colored paint. My god…I was positively sloshing. Talk about sloppy 63rds…LOL!!!
At one point, I turned my head to the side and was confronted by one of the most attractive black penises I’d seen all night so far – it had a nice plum-colored purple head, leaking a big clear drop of pre-cum that I just had to reach out with my tongue and lick off. The head was warm, throbbing, with a sharp, acrid kind of taste, a mix of sweat and semen. Its’ owner was a tall, smiling man with a barrel chest, and his right hand was slowly pumping his shaft back and forth while I sucked strongly on the tip. His left was rubbing and squeezing my left nipple while he enjoyed my attention.
I felt the man fucking me thrust in deeply, holding himself all way in and shuddering through his climax, dumping another batch of rich semen into my womb, to join the half dozen or so loads already swimming around in there. I looked up at the man I was sucking, and he grinned back and winked at me, and then I felt his cockhead vibrate and recoil, firing a strong salvo of semen straight in to my mouth. I closed off my throat with my tongue and went “ummmmmm” in my throat, gratefully accepting my treat. Three, then four, then five strong spurts of cum rocketed into my grateful and welcoming mouth, and I laved the man’s cock head with my tongue, strongly suctioning out as much of his life fluid as I could, my cheeks hollowing on his tip. Finally he emptied, and withdrew his cock with a friendly nod and a squeeze of my boob, then retreated back into the crowd. I didn’t have much time to savor it, as another unknown suitor was clambering up between my legs, and I opened up my legs and arms to welcome him to my pussy.
Towards the end, I admit I was cum drunk. I’d orgasmed so many times my brain simply shut down rational thought. Everything was a succession of hard black cocks fucking me, splitting open my red, raw pussy lips and thrusting in and out until climax, then shooting half a dozen or more thick streams of semen up into my womb. The other excited men around the huge bed contributed as well, long streams of cum flying across my body at random times. I was so sweaty it was hard to tell sometimes, but I took a bunch of shots across my boobs and midsection, and my legs too. I think some guys delighted in jerking off on my feet. My thigh highs were ruined by halfway through the evening, and at the end I was actually missing one of them! LOL! My face didn’t escape either, no surprise there. I felt sperm splattering into my hair and across the top of my head as often as it flew into my cheeks. Every now and then Christine would lean in with a towel and wipe me off as best she could, and tip a bottle of water into my spermy mouth.
Finally, I actually couldn’t take any more. As one thin black man huffed and puffed and dump his load of sperm into me, I waved my arms and looked for Christine, squeaking my surrender.
“No - . . . no more . . . can’t . . . take anymore . . . pl- please. . .have to stop. . .”
Christine instantly appeared at my side, with Marcus and one of the huge bouncer guys next to him. The crowd around me fell away like a receding tide at the beach. Christine helped me sit up and lifted my butt up off the bed, only so slide a flat metal plate under me so I could drain out the last bits of the sperm far up inside of me.
“You ok, honey?” she asked gently, and I nodded.
“Yeah, just can’t do it anymore. I’m beat…” I gasped.
Christine leaned in and hugged me close for a moment while I recovered and got my breath back. She helped me scoot back up to lean against the headboard. Spencer came in from the other side and held me as she cleaned me up with a warm damp towel. My whole crotch was red and fiery looking from all the friction, and my boobs and neck were covered with red hickeys and fingermarks from all the pawing I’d taken. My legs were soaked in sperm too, and this is when I noticed that one of my stockings was gone. One shoe was wedged down next to the mattress in the bed frame, Christine leaned down and pulled it out for me, handing it to me with a laugh.
“Well, ya lost this one some time around the two-hour mark!” she giggled. I smiled weakly and took it from her.
“Where’s...the cum...all the cum... “ I said quietly. Christine knew what I wanted to do with it.
“It’s here. We’ve got it all.” She said, leaning over to pull the plate out from under me, and she tilted it towards one corner. We both watched the large gloppy puddle of mixed semen and pussy juice flow down until it all pooled in the corner. Someone handed her the container, and she carefully poured the last bit of it in, mixing the contents around like a chef with a sauce. She held up the bottle, holding it out to the light.
“Wow Fuck! It’s almost a quart!” she gasped, and we looked at the level as it rose above the graduated lines on the bottle.
“You ready?” I asked her.
“You?” she answered back.
I nodded and twisted around on the bed until my head was closer to the footboard, and my midsection was snugged up against the headboard. I flipped my feet over, and bent such that my hips were pointing right up at the ceiling, and my legs were flat against the headboard. I reached up to peel open the lips of my pussy. It was hot and wet and a little sore.
Christine leaned over me and pushed a red plastic funnel into my hole and slowly poured the entire full bottle of all those black men’s semen into my vagina. It was such a weird, cool, sexy feeling, feeling all that hot spermy goodness fill up my hole. The lake burbled and bubbled as it went in, leaking into my womb with a burp. She stopped once for a moment to let it all settle, and then continued pouring, until almost all the bottle was in. When she pulled the funnel out, I shivered, and a wave of semen crashed over the edge of my pussy lips and avalanched down my belly, drowning my clit as it went by.
“That’s it. Full up, baby. No more room. Are your back teeth floating yet?” she asked with a grin. Spence leaned in with his phone to get pictures.
“That feels soooo fucking weird!” I giggled. I shook my hips and wriggled around, mixing the spermy soup that had totally filled my vaginal canal. As I did, a bubble percolated out of the top and burst, and Christine went “ooop!” and was able to pour even the last little bit out of the bottle and into me.
She leaned in and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue swiping in and tasting the remnants of my oral gifts. “You fucking sexy girl! That, my dear,-“ she said with a throaty groan, “ – is the full cumshots of, get this, one hundred and seven guys!” and she turned to the crowd watching and raised the empty bottle to the ceiling, yelling “Yahooo!!!” at the top of her voice. “A hundred and seven!” and the cheers rang in my ears. It was sooooo cool! Everybody was cheering and clapping, and Spence had this huge grin on his face, and Christine was hugging me, awkward as it was with my ass in the air and my back on the bed. I thought to myself, ‘I bet I’m the only 12 year old girl in the world right now with a hundred and seven fuckin’ loads of sperm in her twat!’
In a minute, I nodded to her. “I’m ready for the rest. Got the rest?” and she nodded, producing a long clear tube of flexible plastic from somewhere. I took it and pushed one end down into me, sinking it into the semen bubbling inside of me until I felt it rub up against my cervix. I fiddled a bit and pushed some more, and felt the odd sensation of something sliding through my opening until it was fully seated in the middle of my womb. Then, putting the other end in my mouth and looking at Christine with a smiling sort of smirk, I began sucking the cum out of my pussy.
The taste of that huge batch of combined semen was, I’ll say, a little odd. There was just so much of it, and it was all mixed together with my own pussy juice and who knows what else. But I was driven to do this, I needed to test my limits, I needed to guzzle all this cum down like I had in Japan, like I’d seen all those little Japanese girls do in the bukkake movies Spence and Daddy and I had watched over the last few months. If they could do it, so could I!!
I sucked and swallowed, watching the white rope of cum slip up through the little tube and get suctioned into my mouth. I found that if I kept the tube pretty far back in my mouth, I could gulp the cum down without it having too much of gross sort of taste on my tongue. On and on I suctioned the goop out of my pussy, and I felt myself getting a little turned on again doing it.
I stopped after a minute or two to catch my breath, and take a long drink of water, which helped. Christine looked at me and mouthed, quietly, “You are fucking amazing!” and I grinned back at her with spermy, slimy lips and a throbbing pussy.
In another five minutes, I was slurping air out of my womb, bubbles coming up out of the hose. I’d drained myself. I’d swallowed the cum of at least 100 guys, all in one huge freaking load, right out of my own little pussy. I pulled the hose out of my mouth and raised my fist in the air, giving out a yell and shouting “All right, you fuckers!” Christine clapped and cheered, jumping on the bed next to me and I saw Marcus and Spence high-fiving each other. We all whooped and hollered for a few minutes, and then I gingerly jumped off the bed and Chrissy showed me where there was a shower I could get under for a few minutes to rinse off. I let the cool water cascade over me for a long time, rubbing my tummy and looking down and letting the full enormity of the act I’d just performed sink in. My stomach had almost a full quart of semen in it! OMG! I let the cool water pour over me until I’d rested up, and then finally joined her back in the club, where I ate two ham sandwiches, drank a root beer, and promptly fell asleep with my face flat on the bar!
In a fevered, semen fueled world, I dreamt I was became a tiny, defenseless egg, popped out of a bristling fallopian tube and sent sliding wetly down the slick walls of my womb, until a tsunami tide of foaming white sperm came flooding through the tiny hole of my cervix and washed over me, frothing wildly, and countless hundreds of millions of tiny, raindrop shaped sperm began battering at my walls, eager to join with me and start a new life. I was battered from side to side by the white wall of salty swimmers. I woke up in the jeep, jostling from side to side as we went down the rocky road back to our cabana, curled up in Spencer’s lap and under his protective and loving arm.
It sure is a good thing that my birth control pills worked!
Chapter
32 - B&D Games
We came home the next day, and I rather tearfully said goodbye to Christina, as she had to fly on to California and do some modeling work. Spence drove us home, and I held onto his strong arm as we weaved through the traffic back to my house.
“Spencer?” I asked him as we drove.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Do you still love me?”
“What? Of course I do, sweetie, what makes you ask that kind of question?”
“I dunno. I thought maybe having all those black guys making love to me might . . .”
“Honey, don’t even think that way. I love you more and more each day! You’re so sexy and smart and crazy! I feel very lucky to even know you, much less be able to make love to you myself! I love the fact that you want to give people pleasure and love to fuck! That’s so rare!”
“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want you to get jealous or anything – if you say so, I’ll only fuck with you from now on . . .” I answered somewhat tremulously, hoping that he wouldn't want that.
“No, that’s not what I want at all! Honey, I want you to be able to fuck anybody you want, at any time you want. I know you’ll be there for me too, that’s not any kind of an issue! I love watching you have sex!”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely! Listen sweetie, if I didn’t want you to be the way you are, I’d tell you, trust me! Your father and I have talked it over a lot, and we both feel it’s only natural and right to encourage you, so long as you’re safe, and aren’t being made to do anything you don’t want to.”
“What about that time at that party where you all tied me up and you whipped me and all?”
“Well, that was kind of a special thing – your father and I were looking to see what kind of thresholds you had. You ended up enjoying it though, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah!”
“We were pretty sure you would. But we thought if we asked you about doing it before hand, you might not want to try it. So we went ahead and kind of pushed you into it.”
“I’m glad you did. I probably would have been a little scaredy-cat girl. But I liked it, even when you were hitting me with that whip. I mean, it made my ass really sore, but it was a good kind of sore, you know what I mean? I think . . . I mean, I might . . . want to do it again, if you want to . . .” I said to him, looking up at his strong face with my big brown eyes open wide.
He smiled at me. “We’ll see, sweetie. We’ll see.”
I reached over to rub his Perfect Penis, which was lying along his right inner thigh. I’d sucked a nice warm load out of it on the plane again, we had pretty much perfected the blanket trick! I felt it harden under my fingertips. I rubbed back and forth on it, enjoying the way my touch made it firm.
“Sweetie, you’d better watch out. This traffic is a little bit crazy right now, and I don’t want to get distracted by your fantastic hands!” he grinned at me.
I rather reluctantly release my grip on his Perfection, and sat back in the seat with mock annoyance.
“Meanie-head.” I pouted at him with a smile on my lips.
“Love you” he mouthed at me.
I made another face at him but I felt all gooey and warm inside. I loved that Spencer loved me for what I was and what I liked to do and didn’t get jealous or anything stupid like some guys. I mean, I know I was just a little kid, and there were still tons of things I wanted to do and all. But I really liked what I did, and it didn’t make me feel strange or anything. I loved to have orgasms, and I loved to give them to other people. What was wrong with that?
We got home in about an hour or so, and Spence dropped me off at my house. He had to go and get right back on a plane to go somewhere for work. I ran up the steps just as Daddy opened the door for us, with Spence right behind me carrying my bags and all of the junk I’d bought as souvenirs and all. I jumped up into Daddy’s arms and hugged and kissed him all over, telling him I missed him so much. He smooched me good right on the mouth and I sucked on his tongue.
I realized that Christine and Spence had probably not told him about my little adventure last night, and I didn’t know how he’d react. But then he put his face up right next to my ear and whispered, “and so how does my little black cock slut feel, sweetie?” and I blushed real red and realized that they’d told him all about my party.
“Oh, Daddy it was soooooo amazing! All those beautiful black penises, they just came and came and came all up inside me and all over and it was just amazing, I had tons of cums and . . and . . .” I was so breathless.
“I know sweetie, I know. Marcus and Christine told me all about it a few days ago, they wanted to run your plan by me and make sure I was OK with it all. I had a few misgivings, but they promised to take care of you and make sure that nothing bad happened. I just hope you’re not pregnant!” he said that last bit with a big grin.
“I don’t think so Daddy, I had my period right before we left. And I was sure that I took my pill every day!” I said proudly. Although I dearly loved having sperm shot up inside of me, I didn’t want to drop out of eighth grade to have a baby!
Between the flight and my adventure the night before, I was pretty pooped out, so Daddy made me a quick dinner of a cheeseburger and some fries, and I went right upstairs to zonk out in my room.
I slept all night, and finally woke up the next morning about 10 or so. I just layed in bed for a while, and then got up to hit the bathroom and take a quick shower. I tossed on a big tee-shirt that Christine had bought me in the village, it had lettering on the front that said “Daddy’s Little Girl”, and artwork of a little blonde girl even younger than me with big huge eyes, sucking her thumb. I thought it was pretty sexy.
I went downstairs, Daddy was watching TV in the living room. He turned to me.
“Hey baby, how’d you sleep? Feeling better?” and I nodded.
“Yes, Daddy, I feel fine! My poor little coochie is still a little sort though!” I said with a pout, pulling up the hem of my tee-shirt and displaying my still-red pussy lips to him.” He patted the sofa next to and I jumped up with my legs underneath me and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m glad to be home, Daddy. Christine and Spencer and me had a great time but I’m glad to be home too. I missed you.”
“Spencer and I” he said with a little frown, correcting me. I smiled at him.
“Spencer and I” I repeated after him. I kept forgetting. “Oh!-“ I started at him, “-did Chrissie tell you what we did?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“We got lasered! No more gross hair down there!” I said proudly, leaning back and pulling my shirt up, spreading my thighs wide open and showing him my smooth mound and pussy lips. I ran a finger down the valley.
“Wow! That’s a pretty big decision for a little girl like you, I hope you thought it through!” he said with concern.
“Of course Daddy! Christine and I talked about it. But I can’t ever think of any reason why I’d want to have any gross icky hair down there, ever!” I said adamantly. “Now I don’t have to shave it anymore or anything!”
He looked a little sad.
“But honey, I thought you liked it when we shaved together, remember? I liked doing it for you.”
I hesitated. I hadn’t thought of that. He DID like shaving me.
“Ummm . . . yeah . . I kinda dind’t think about that, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
I brightened. “I know! Whenever you want to, we can still put shave cream on me down there and you can pretend to shave me, you know? And then you can put some nice body oil on me and help me stay nice and smooth and clean, ok?” I hoped my idea would cheer him up.
He looked into my eyes, and then down in to my now forever-smooth, completely hairless pussy lips.
“Weeeeeel. . .ok, I guess.” And then he grinned at me and bent over and gave me a big fat raspberry right on my clitty! “Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppppp!”
I shrieked and giggled and grabbed his head.
“Dadeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”
But he wouldn’t stop, he kept giving me raspberries over and over until my poor little clitty just vibrated right into a big fat orgasm. It felt so good, I held my Daddy close while I shivered and shook in my climax, drool falling from my mouth like I was some kind of idiot.
After I cooled off, he made me some breakfast, and I went upstairs to unpack all my junk. The rest of the day I just laid around and recovered. My pussy was still pretty sore from the other night, so after dinner Daddy and I went up and we splashed around in the big tub and he cleaned me out in my butt, and then he carried me into his bedroom and we made love that way. I laid down flat on the bed, and stuck my butt up in the air and said, “Daddy, please put it in my butt!” in my best little girl voice. He kissed me there and all over, and then I felt him put his very hard Daddy penis right at my butthole. I tried to breath out and relax and then I pushed back and POP! He went in, and I sighed. I just lay there while he very slowly worked himself in and out of me, the lube and oil he used helped me get used to him, but then once he was fully inside of me it felt sooooo good, full, but so good, and just a little bit of a hint of pain but I knew the pain was because he was so hard and so excited to be in my butt, so it was a good pain.
Daddy fucked me in my butt for a loooong time, it seemed but was probably only a few minutes. My butt has that effect on him. I heard him grunt and wheeze and then he grabbed me by my hips and pushed really really far up inside of me and I felt his penis shake and shiver and squirt a whole lot of cum up inside me. It felt so good giving Daddy relief. He groaned and sighed and I kept feeling his hard penis vibrate up inside of me, and then he finally just sorta collapsed on my back for a moment, and then he picked himself up by his arms off of me, and kissed my neck a whole lot and it made me giggle and squirm, and I wriggled my butt around and his penis slipped right out of me with a big wet noise! OMG! We both laughed at that, and Daddy fell over next to me and hugged me tight and I fell asleep in a few minutes with a smile on my face and my butt leaking Daddy’s cum.
The next day school started back up. This is going to be my last part of eighth grade, next year I go on to High School! I was a little disappointed the Mr. B wouldn’t be around any more, but I did look forwards to being with older kids, the guys in high school were pretty cute and more sexy compared to the one’s I’d been with since first grade here, like Tommy and Brian and Raj and the rest.
The spring went by really fast. I spent almost every weekend with Spencer, either in town at his place, or sometimes he’d come here instead and pick me up and we’d take a trip in his car somewhere, and stay at a fancy motel, or even a couple of times we went to parties with friends of his. I remember one party, it was at some rich guy’s house that Spence knew, there was about 40 people there, mostly couples, guys a little older than Spencer and their wives and girlfriends mostly, it seemed. The men were all handsome and smart and very sexy, and the women were too, they were all dressed in really sexy stuff, like tight dresses and mini skirts and all, and when we first went in I felt a little self-conscious because they were all so sexy, and I was just wearing some heels, a jean skirt and a garter-belt with stockings, and a little sweater. But two girls came over right after Spencer and I got there, and they seemed to be really nice. One of them was just seventeen herself. We were standing next to a big table with a bunch of snacks and food on it, and she handed me a drink.
“Here honey, have a snort. It’ll help ya relax.” I took it and tasted it – uck! It was some sort of booze I think, and I made a face and gave it back.
“Umm – no thanks, I don’t really like to drink. Maybe I’ll just have some soda pop or something – “ I said, looking around for something that didn’t taste as vile.
“Sorry – hey, my name’s Candi – and this is Serena – “ she said, pointing at the other girl. Serena was a tall brunette, a couple years older than us, I guess, with really big boobs, and a nice smile. She had on a top that was almost all just fishnet type design, and her nipples popped right through the holes. I smiled up at her too.
“Cool, I’m Julia. That’s my boyfriend Spencer over there.” I said, pointing to him. They nodded.
“Yeah, we know. He’s been here before – usually comes with his sister” Candi said. I nodded, but that sounded a little odd.
“This is your first time here, right?” the other one, Serena said to me.
“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, Spence didn’t tell me much about this party. What’s up?” I asked, as we walked back to the big room where most of the other people were gathered. It was a pretty big room, with big windows all along two sides of it but they had heavy curtains closed over them. The outer walls of the room were kind of dark and dim, but there were big spotlights in the ceiling over the middle of the room, and they shined down on two people having sex right in the middle of the room on a big sofa. People were gathered around them, some of the guys were jerking off, a couple of them were being jerked by their girlfriends or wives, and some of the women were rubbing or squeezing their boobs. I guess the idea was to watch and have fun. We moved in real close, till we were standing right next to the woman’s shoulder, almost!
The woman getting fucked was pretty old, about forty or so I think. She had on stockings with a corset holding them up, and really nice red stilettos. Her legs were up in the air, and her partner was a young guy in his 20s, with a big head of red hair and a beard but he was kind of cute. He was fucking her pretty hard, you could hear him grunt each time he bottomed out in her. The woman had big, but floppy boobs and they were rocking back and forth each time he pushed into her. She was moaning and had her eyes closed as she held him by the shoulders, but she seemed to be having a good time. Then she opened her eyes real wide and she looked right at me and had a big orgasm, screaming out “fuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!” real loud, and everybody cheered and clapped. The guy kept fucking her for another few minutes, and then he suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy, which was dark and bushy, ewwwww, and sat up and spewed a huge big jet of cum that flew right straight up her body and hit her in the face. She cried out and grabbed his cock, jerking the rest of his cum out onto her boobs and chin. Everybody cheered again, and the guy leaned down and kissed her right on the mouth and ‘hmmmmmm’ in her. She hugged him real close and said quietly, “Thank you, Francisco’.
Another man then climbed on board and pushed his nice looking penis into her sloppy coochie. He grabbed her behind her knees and pulled her legs up in the air, and really started pounding into her. She was waving her arms around, and I realized she was trying to grab a hold of my hand. I grabbed at her and she held my hand really tight, looking me right in the eyes as she came. I didn’t know what to do so I just squeezed her hand back. Then she pulled my hand towards her, and wanted me to grab her boob, so I did. The second guy came in her, and then when he pulled out and stepped away, this guy with grey hair that Serena whispered to me was her husband went down and started eating her pussy!
We went over to one side of the room, where Spence was talking to a couple, he was a tall guy with dark black hair, and his girlfriend or wife was clinging onto him. She was a short blonde, not much taller than me, with a very short, sparkly minidress on and thigh-high boots. She smiled at me, though, and Spencer introduced them as Jack and Betty something. They asked me how I liked the party so far and I shrugged my shoulders and said, “It’s OK, I guess. I liked watching that woman get screwed”, and they smiled.
“Yeah, Mom likes to get her freak on here. My brother fucks her pretty good.” Jack said.
I started. “That was your mom! And your BROTHER!” I squeaked, amazed.
“Yep. She’s the one who brought Betty and me here a couple of years ago.”
I looked at Spence with questions in my eyes. He laughed gently.
“Almost everyone here is related, somehow, to somebody. That’s the only way to get an invite. Brothers bring sisters, Dads bring daughters. I came with Christine last time, but since she’s still in L.A., I wanted to bring you. I had to get special permission, since you are, ummm, a little – “
“Young?” I answered for him with a grin of my own.
“Well, yeah. But since damn near everybody here has secrets to keep, I guess they figured that one more wouldn’t hurt. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that Chrissy has fucked nearly all the people on the committee…” he finished with a smile.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Am I going to?”
He looked at me and then smiled. “Only if you want to. The only rule here is, No means No. Other than that, it’s pretty wide open. Although, usually the partners just fuck each other. Some women bring their husbands and their sons, and they all have an exhibitionist streak too. I guess there’s something about the forbidden fucking of incest that really turns them on-“
Suddenly a loud shriek came out of the middle of the room, and everybody either turned to look, or, like us, walked over to see what was up.
There was a party going on on the sofa! A pretty nice looking woman in her 30s, I guess, with long brown hair, was straddling a youngish guy, rocking up and down on his penis. She had two other men next to her, and she was jerking on their penises as they rubbed them on her boobs and upper body. And a really big tall man had just come up behind her and, judging from the look on his face and her screams, had just put his cock up her butt. He was grimacing and you could tell he was really trying not to force things too much, but the woman was rocking her hips back and forth and up and down, and she was really urging him on. He grabbed her around the waist then, and pushed himself up in to her. She gurgled and moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She had on black high heels and nice tan stockings with a garter belt, and one of the clips had already come undone, and the strap bounced up and down on her butt cheek as she moved.
“Oh god oh goddddd…fuck me Bryan, fuck me hard!” she grunted, and the guy started slicing up into her full length, long deep strokes that must have really set her off. She moaned and cried out, her hair whipping around, and she had a very obvious orgasm as the guys fucked her. I watched, fascinated. As she bounced up and down on the two cocks in her pussy and ass, another man walked around to the back of the sofa and presented his penis to her as well, and she opened her lipsticked mouth and gobbled him up like he was a popsicle on a hot summer day. WOW! This woman was working on five penises as the same time! The rest of the crowd around her was egging her on, yelling encouragement.
“Thatta girl Joyce, fuck those studs!”
“You can do it girl, you can do it!”
And stuff like that. Both men down below were now stroking their full lengths up into her, the guy on the bottom in her pussy had taken over moving her hips up and down, and the guy in her ass had his hands on her shoulders. The man below would push up on her, pulling her up off his slick, wet penis, and then the guy behind her would push back down, sinking her completely onto the two hard cocks. They were like a machine.
“Pretty hot, eh?” Candi said, leaning over to speak in my ear. “Joyce picks five guys at random every party, and they simply fuck the shit out of her all night long!” she grinned. I watched, horny and fascinated as the six people moved in and out of various positions, sweat beginning to shine on their bodies.
They switched around at one point, and the woman lay with her back to one guy while she sat on his cock and slid it right up her butt and then another guy came in between her widespread legs to put his penis in her pussy. The look on her face as both thick penises entered her body was priceless, and I was instantly jealous. Another guy, a really cute tanned surfer looking guy came up and kicked one leg over her body and pressed her boobs together around his cock, sliding it back and forth in a tease, just barely touching her lips when the end came out. She reached out again, and her hands found the other two hard cocks. I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene. It was sooooooooo sexy!
Candi and Serena and Spence and I were close by them by now, and there were eight or ten other people all gathered around watching the spectacle. The woman was moaning and whimpering with pleasure as she was forcefully screwed by all five of the gorgeous men, they’d switch around and move from hole to hole, until all five of them had been in both her holes and between her boobs and her mouth. Finally, the guy who was fucking her ass at the time grunted.
“Holy Christ, I’m going to blow . . . this bitch is too much . . .” he cursed. He pulled out of her, and she quickly jumped down to kneel on her haunches as all five guys crowded around her face, jerking their cocks, sweating and swearing. I saw even more guys come up from the crowd, guys who’d been watching the show and were just as keyed up to cum as the five men who’d been fucking her. Spence started to join in to the group, and I grabbed his arm.
“Don’t you dare! I want your cum tonight, not her!” I growled at him, grinning. He moved back and hefted me up so I could actually stand on his bent leg and see better. He kissed my left butt cheek and I giggled.
The woman was wide eyed and breathless, kneeling there, surrounded by around 10 or 12 hard cocks being fisted, aimed right at her. Suddenly one cock to her right exploded, shooting a long stream of white semen that arched out and splashed into her boob, laying a trail up and over her nipple and down into the valley between were boobs. Another shot flew out, hitting her on the cheek and dripping down her neck. Then a guy on the other side came, shooting his jizz right onto her face, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy as the hot sperm hit her skin. One by one, the guys around her started orgasming, their heads thrown back in pleasure, grunting and groaning as they came. The woman’s face was drenched by at least four or five guys, each one shooting long streamers of cum onto her. She rubbed her skin with her fingertips as the sperm hit, spreading it around her cheeks and lips and across her forehead. A half dozen big jets of sperm flew into her open mouth, draping themselves across her tongue and down over her lips. Her tits got bombarded, long white ribbons of cum decorating them like streamers of paint. Her right hand was busy rubbing her pussy as she squirmed and squealed beneath the sperm shower.
When it was all over, another girl came over and started licking up the sperm off her body, and then kissing her, and they snowballed the cum over and over and then made out kissing and stuff. I got so horny watching it, I had to grab Spence by the arm and pull him into the corner.
“If you don’t fuck me pretty soon, I’m gonna explode!” I grunted, backing into the corner and sinking to my knees. I pulled open his zipper and pulled his stiffening Perfect Penis out, gulping it into my mouth like a starving child. And I was, starving for his cum. My head pistoned back and forth, as I quickly slobbered all over his Penis and was getting the whole Perfect thing into my throat in just a few moments. I grabbed his butt and pushed and pulled him into my mouth until I felt his Perfection start to quiver and vibrate, my signal through months of familiarity, that my Spence would be orgasming soon. I quickly stood up, flipped my skirt up over my waist and bent over, putting my palms flat against the wall, and shaking my butt. Spence grabbed my hips and I felt his Perfect tip part the walls of my juicing pussy and slide in. I moaned in sublime pleasure as I felt his rock-hard Penis smooth out the walls of my vagina. I dipped my head and gave in to the marvelous feelings as my boyfriend fucked me right there in the big room full of people. It was soooo cool.
I didn’t want anything but to cum, and cum big. Spencer knew this, and he reached around and started smoothly rubbing my clitty as he pushed in and out of me. My legs were turning to rubber and in just a moment I cried out in joy and orgasmed all over my Perfect Penis, my legs shaking and my breath coming in short gasps. A second later, I felt Spencer pulse inside of me, and welcomed the spurting of his Perfect Semen into my womb. We shook and shivered together in our pleasure and excitement, and then I pulled away, standing up to smooth my skirt down over my waist again.
“Thanks, Spence, I needed that!” I grinned at him, standing up on my tippytoes to kiss him. I held onto him as we wandered back out into the crowd. Sperm leaked out of me all night, two long trails led down the inside of each thigh. I loved it!
But the really fantastic party we went to was at this cool club in some town about a hundred miles away – it took Spence a couple of hours to drive us there one Saturday night. We parked in a big garage and then walked a block or so until we found this place.
“I’ve been here before sweetie, a couple of years ago I had a girlfriend that was really into this scene. I thought you might too, so we’ll try it out and see what happens. You seemed to like it at that party last year.”
He was right – he was talking about the party where they tied me up and then Daddy whipped my butt and Spencer fucked me when I had a blindfold on. At first, I didn’t like the whipping but then I started to get into it and Daddy wasn’t really hitting me hard, just hard enough to make my butt get hot! So Spence thought it might be fun to try this place out. I was dressed in thigh-highs, black stiletto heels, a leather skirt and cute vest that had some chains holding the sides together for a top. Spence said that they were told I was seventeen, and he helped me put on some makeup and do my hair in a style that made me look a little older. Plus, my boobs were getting pretty big by now, I was a full C cup even though I was only a 30.
Spence talked to some guy at the door while I kinda stayed back in the shadows, and then he turned and motioned to me.
“C’mon babe, we’re good to go.” I joined him, and we went through this door into a short hallway, and then down a set of stairs. I could hear some kinda pulsating music from down there, and then we were allowed through another set of iron doors where some really big bouncer guy checked us out, and we finally got into the club itself. It was rocking! There were a bunch of round tables set around the floor with two or three or four people at each one, there were two poles set up along one side of the room on a kind of stage, and there were all sorts of odd looking contraptions around the outside. The lights were flashing, the music was pounding, and it was really cool. Most everybody was dressed in fancy leather or vinyl stuff, the girls were in corsets and fancy tops and stuff, some of them had these feathered masks on their faces, and the guys were in suits or leather pants and vests, and some of them looked a little nasty, but as long as I had Spence I knew I was OK.
We found a table, and just as we sat down this girl came out from the back and jumped up on the stage area, and started dancing around one of the stripper poles. She was really good, she swung around on it and climbed up and then hung down upside down, and did all sorts of neat stuff, twirling around. She originally had a bikini on when she came out, but then she tossed the top off into the crowd, and a few minutes later pulled the bottoms off so she was completely naked. She was all shiny and sweaty, I guess, and she had a little patch of hair on her cooch, like a landing strip, but her lips were completely shaved. She danced on the pole for about ten minutes or so, and then she stopped, and spread her legs really wide, and leaned over, grabbing the pole about halfway up. She shook her ass at us, and a guy came out from the back like she had, walked up behind her with a paddle, and he swung back and gave her ass a big swat. You could hear it hit, and she shrieked and jumped, and then wiggled her butt again and he swatted it again, and she jumped again with a yell. They did this about 10 times, and finally she was almost crying, sweat was rolling off her legs and her butt cheeks were really red. The guy undid is pants and pulled out his penis and he just walked up behind her and shoved his penis right into her! She moaned and whimpered, and he started fucking her pretty good.
He fucked her for about five minutes, both of them gasping and grunting, and then he pulled out of her, and held her butt cheeks apart for the crowd to see, and then he put the end of his penis at her butt hole, and paused for a second so that everybody could tell exactly what he was about to do. Then he pushed and about half of his penis went right up her butt. She cried out with a yelp and shook, but he just kept on going then and pretty soon he was fucking her butt with real energy!
I had a hold of Spencer’s hand, and I found myself gripping it tight every time the guy pushed all the way into the girl. They fucked for a few more minutes, and you could hear them both moaning and gasping and egging each other on. Then the guy pulled out of her ass, and he walked up next to her and pulled her face towards his cock and he shot his cum all over her face.
That wasn’t even the end of it! About six more guys came up and did the exact same thing! They’d smack her ass with the big paddle a few times until she was sobbing with pain and sexy excitement, and then they’d fuck the hell out of her, and fuck her ass, and then pull out before they came and cum on her face. She was dripping wet after a while, cum dripping off her face onto the floor, her hair wet and stringy with sweat, and her ass cheeks were absolutely burning red. Even a girl came up and spanked her butt, and then reached underneath her and pinched her nipples so hard she cried out and shook her body all over like she was on fire. But the girl never once said ‘stop’ or anything like that. When the last person was done tormenting her, she hung her head down between her arms, her hands still gripping the pole, and sobbed in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Then there was a break for a while, and they played some music and Spence and I just sat at the table. He had a beer, and I had a soda and some fries. Then he leaned over to me.
“Would you like to try something, baby? They have all sorts of gear here, I think you might like some of the stuff.”
“What would happen to me?”
“Oh, maybe you’d get spanked a little bit. Or whipped. And they have vibrators and all sorts of things. But I’ll be here the whole time, don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen. And if you want anything to stop, just say, oh….’rapunzel’, how’s that?”
He kept working on me, trying to convince me to get up there and let people beat the hell out of me. I was a little bit scared, I guess, I had no idea what might happen. I wasn’t really keen on getting my ass whipped by some of those scary looking guys. But Spence kept after me. And he’s very hard to resist. Heck, I was a tiny 103 pound 12 year old girl, I would be getting pulverized. But then I thought about some of my adventures already – having hundreds of Japanese guys sperm me in that bukkake movie, sucking off the basketball team guys, getting fucked by over a hundred black guys down in St Martin’s just a few months ago, and I finally got up the courage.
“Ok, Spencer, but nothing really hard, ok?”
He looked at me and then leaned in to kiss me. “Don’t worry, babe, you’ll love it, trust me.” We cuddled for a few minutes, and then he motioned to someone, and they came over to see us. It was a guy with silver hair and a nice goatee, he came over and Spence introduced us. His name was Albert, and Spence said he was sort of in charge of the club. He smiled down at me and said he was pleased to meet me. He looked OK, I guess. He started talking to Spence.
“I’m thinking, perhaps the cross? I can have Victoria and Daniella work on her for a while, and then if she’s up for it, then we can try the cat, perhaps a paddle or two, maybe some electrical work. As far as sex, I’m sure the guys would do her ass. Is her pussy still off limits?”
Spence looked at me. I thought for a couple of seconds. I really liked saving my pussy for Daddy and Spencer, but then again, I did let a hundred black guys fuck it.
I looked at Spence, then smiled a little bit. “Could it just be you?”
Spence looked back at Albert. “Yes. Reserved for me.” He smiled.
“DP?”
Again, he looked at me. I nodded, shyly. I knew what that was, since Spence and Daddy had DP’ed me before, at that party in St Martin’s the first time we went down there. But it had been a while…
“So long as we’re careful. She is small for her age, as you can see.”
“She’s got a safeword, right?” Spence nodded. I nodded.
They talked for a few more minutes but my mind had wandered, not knowing much about what they were talking about. I was just imagining what might happen to me. I started squirming in my seat.
Albert finally said we could start whenever I was ready, and then he handed Spence some kind of small pill.
“Have her take this. It will make it easier.” Spence looked at him, and then at me. “It’s just a muscle relaxer. It’s safe.” Spencer handed it to me, and without even thinking, I popped it in my mouth and washed it down with my root beer.
Five minutes later, Spence took me up on stage. The lights were really bright on me, and I thought for a second about all the complete strangers out there in the darkness looking at me, but then I guess my exhibitionist streak kinda came out, and I got turned on. Spence told me to strip, so I undid my skirt and let it fall to my feet, and pushed down my panties, and then took off the vest-top. I left on my thigh highs and heels. It made me feel kinda hot to be nude in front of all these people. I could hear some low whistles out there from people. Then I found out what Albert meant by ‘the cross’. It was this big wooden “X” with a small padded area in the middle. Spence had me stand up next to it, and he then fastened each wrist and ankle to one of the posts, so I was spread out and couldn’t really move one way or another. He started rubbing my butt and sides and all up and down my rib cage. Then I felt the cross lift up off the ground, and it tilted forwards a little bit so I was kind of at an angle. I got a better view of the thing – it was in some sort of weird frame that allowed them to tilt the cross parts any way they wanted, up, down, or sideways and even upside down, at any angle. I started out straight up, but then it tilted forwards and then it spun, so I was side-on to the crowd. I watched as two beautiful women came up on stage, they were dressed exactly alike. Tall thigh-high leather boots over stockings, held up by red corsets made out of some fancy material I couldn’t guess. Their boobs were held up by half-cups, so the whole top half of each boob was open and out in view. They both had rings in their nipples, and beautiful sparkly chokers in velvet, I think. They were Victoria and Daniella, I guess.
Victoria had a pretty wicked looking sort of whip in one hand, and Daniella had a big dangerous looking vibrator and a paddle. And they rolled out a cart with a bunch of other wicked looking implements on it that I didn’t even want to think about. Goosebumps raised up on my skin, I was a little scared of what was going to happen, but the anticipation was also making me wet down below. Victoria came up next to me and whispered in my ear.
“We’re so going to love to work you over, little girl. By the time we’re done, you’ll be begging us to stop, and will do anything we ask to halt the pain of the lash. . .” and she licked my ear. I shivered.
As she was whispering, Daniella was slowly trailing her whip down my side and across my butt cheeks. I tried not to shake and wobble but it was hard. Suddenly, I felt a line of fire land straight across my ass, and I screamed out in shock and pain.
Another whiplash arced across my ass, and I shook and trembled, the fire reaching straight to my brain. I struggled in my restraints but had almost no movement whatsoever. I felt Victoria lean down again.
“Yes, little lovely, yes, struggle and cry all you want. Soon you’ll be begging for more. . .” she whispered, as the lash fell across my ass over and over. I cried out and screamed and struggled but they simply ignored me. I knew that I had my safe word but I didn’t want to use it . . . some part of me wanted to see what I could endure, and of course I knew deep down that Spence would not let anything really bad happen to me. Tears fell from my eyes and I blubbered and moaned as the whipping continued for what seemed like hours, but was only five or so minutes, I’m sure. Then, mercifully, it stopped. My ass felt like it was on fire, and then I felt a soothing hand spread some sort of lotion on it, and much of the pain went away, but it still felt hot, almost like a sunburn.
I felt a soft fingertip brush across my pussy lips and being to rub my clitty. In spite of the pain, I felt myself begin to be aroused. Then the women spun the cross again until I was facing down, and my reddened, fire-touched ass was up. I felt the two lower parts of the cross begin to separate, and realized that they could be opened up farther and farther to expose more and more of whoever was restrained on the thing. My legs spread involuntarily, until I felt my hips would dislocate. I could feel cool air somehow being blown across my midsection, and then Daniella showed the audience what would compose my next torment. It was a long, flesh-colored dildo, with a line of rubber bumps all up and down it’s length. I could see that once it was in my pussy, the dozens of little rubber nubs would massage and torment my inner walls. She rubbed up and down on it, spreading a film of lube along its entire length.
I felt the tip of it brush against my opening, and then she slowly pushed the whole thing right up into me. I screamed again, not so much from pain, but simply from the shock of the filling insertion. The rubber nubs were devilish, I could feel every inch of the thing inside of me. Then she pressed a button on its base, and the darn thing started vibrating inside of me like an evil machine. I could feel it rippling back and forth along its length. Then the whipping started again, but this time with a multi-part cat o’ nine tails. The whipping was not designed to cause pain, but rather to concentrate feelings in my midsection.
The first orgasm came on me so suddenly, I didn’t even know it was coming until my pussy exploded in pleasure. I cried out and whimpered but the feeling was astounding, unlike any other orgasm I’d ever experienced. It felt like my entire vagina was pulsating and the orgasm rolled back and forth along the slimy walls of my pussy over and over. My whole body felt like it was being baked in a hot oven. The whipping was making my backside and butt and even the tops of my thighs turn bright red, and I could feel the heat emanating all throughout my body.
Finally, after several minutes of agony and pleasure combined, the whip stopped. I lay there, sniffling and crying a little bit, drool falling from my mouth, my pussy vibrating like mad and my ass on fire. I felt someone rub some cool salve on my ass, and it made me jump in my bindings. Whoever it was, she rubbed the stuff all over my butt and the tops of my thighs. It was cool and soothing, and I sort of sagged a bit, and I felt her slim fingers dance over my pussy lips and play with the vibe that was still in there buzzing away. Then she slowly pulled it out, my pussy lips gripping it and not wanting to let go. The ‘schluck’ sound was almost embarrassing as the thing finally slipped all the way out. She brought it around to my face, and I saw that it was Victoria. She offered it to my lips, and I licked and sucked my own juices from it as sexy as I could. She stroked my face with her fingers.
“Such a lovely little girl . . . and we’re just getting started . . .” and she reached down and pinched my left nipple so hard I screamed and jerked in my bonds. Then the cross started to turn and angle again, and I found myself spread out as far as I could stretch, facing the audience, and tilted back again. Every person in the crowd could see right up my pussy, the lips red and wet and dripping.
Daniella came and crouched down between my legs, and started licking me, and it felt really, really good! She knew her way around a pussy, and I felt her lips and tongue working at my clit, and then her tongue went up inside of me and I went off again, shaking and quivering in the cuffs, and it got frustrating not being able to fully move around! I wanted to wrap my legs around her head and squeeze, and being bound up on that cross so tightly, I couldn’t!
Victoria came up beside us and started squeezing my boobs, and then she started to pull and tweak my nipples, grabbing each shiny ring and pulling them up and out until my poor nips felt like they were going to be torn right off my body. I screamed in pain and thrashed around. Daniella captured my clit with her teeth and nibbled on it and I swear the pain and the pleasure met somewhere around my belly button and exploded. I climaxed with a grunt and a cry, my hips rocking, my pussy fucking at Daniella’s mouth. I tossed my head from side to side, my hair whipping around and whisking across my face. Victoria leaned over and sucked one nipple up into her mouth, and I felt her tongue lapping and tapping at my nipple as she did so. Her teeth bit. My pussy convulsed again, and I swear I peed right into Daniella’s mouth but she never skipped a beat.
The two girls worked me over for several minutes, and then just as I was exhausted and nearly comatose with pain and pleasure, I felt them withdraw, and the cross turned over again, and then bent at the middle. Daniella came up and slipped a mask over my eyes, and I couldn’t see a thing anymore, even though I was facing the black curtain at the back of the stage area. Then I was spread-eagled again, my feet just touching the floor, and my legs straight, and my body bent at the waist with my butt pointed out at the crowd. I felt hands pull my butt cheeks apart, and one of them leaned down and started kissing and licking me, and then a cool finger coated with lube or gel or something worked its way a few inches into my butt. I could guess what was coming next. The finger opened me up and rotated around and around, getting me good and wet and slippery, and making my temperature rise again. I was still huffing and puffing, my chest on fire now from my nipple torture. Whoever was working on my ass now worked two fingers into me, and I felt like I was being opened up for all the world to see. I felt my butthole pulsating and opening up.
Then the fingers left, and I felt another person behind me, but couldn’t tell who it was. I felt hands grab my hips, and I jumped and shrieked a bit, when I felt what I realized was a real, live penis there at my butthole, and had no idea whose it was. The head pushed up against my butt, and it felt really big. I mean, REALLY big. I could feel it on the insides of my butt cheeks on either side of my hole, and even though someone held my cheeks apart, it was still big enough to fill the crack and bulge out on either side! I caught my breath and shivered.
The penis pushed again, and I felt a brief stab of pain, because my poor little butthole was not too pleased about being asked to accept an intruder of this size! I grunted again, and wriggled my ass to try to escape, but of course that wasn’t going to work at all, as long as I was locked to this cross thingy. The penis pulled away, and I felt fingers, bigger fingers, stronger fingers, working my butthole again. I could feel the oil and grease and spit and lube all sort of working together down there, and could just picture my poor little defenseless butthole, all crinkled and brown, gaping open and shut over and over as it was worked on. The penis came back again, more insistent, and I tried to relax and push back and open up. But it just wasn’t fitting. Then I heard a really loud CRACK! and about half a micro second later my right butt cheek exploded in pain. The guy had spanked my ass so hard I screamed again, in real pain and shock and surprise. That hurt!
But it must have done something, because I felt a lightning bolt of pain shoot out of my ass and then the head of his penis popped in and he grunted, and shoved another couple of inches in, and then he reached around and started rubbing my clitty and pussy lips with his left hand. I groaned. He started fucking my ass then, sliding more and more of his huge cock up in me as I slowly opened up and my poor little butt got destroyed by his cock. I felt him shove way up inside of me, his hands now on my hips as he just used me like a wet slippery hole to fuck. I felt the cross start to straighten up and I wasn’t bent so far over now, and then the platform rotated around so we were sideways to the audience. I could hear them out there, clapping and talking and making noises as the man behind me kept on fucking me.
I orgasmed again. Sweat was pouring off of me.
The man stiffened, and I felt his penis shove all the way up inside of me but then it was withdrawn, quickly, and he stepped around in front of me and the blindfold was ripped off of my face and I had a brief vision of his raw, evil penis right in front of my face before I was blinded by a huge splurt of cum right into my eyes! He continued to spray my face, coating me with at least six or seven huge ropes of sperm, shooting right into my open, gasping mouth and over my cheeks and nose and forehead. I’d barely begun to register from that, and let the savage, raw sexuality of the act sink in, when I felt another penis slide almost smoothly up into my ass. My poor butt had been fucked so hard that it never even closed up. This penis seemed longer than the first, as I felt it way up inside of me. Hands at my hips, the man fucked me as my face dripped sperm on the floor.
I think I was butt fucked at least a dozen times. Each man was big, and strong, and held my ass prisoner as his cock fucked in and out of me over and over. Ass sludge and lube and sweat dripped from me. My face was glazed with white sauce, nearly covered from the huge loads sprayed all over it after each fucking. During the stretch, hands and lips kissed and sucked at every part of my body at some point. My breasts and nipples were attacked, licked, kissed, stretched, pinched and played with like some toy. My pussy lips and clit were licked and sucked, slapped, stretched, pulled and pushed over and over. I wracked my body in orgasm after orgasm, and after a while I lost my voice from screaming, and could only hoarsely go “unh unh unh” in time with the rhythmic pistoning into my ass.
When the ass rapes stopped, I lay there on the cross, almost unable to move. My whole body ached, but I’d had more intense orgasms than I could almost ever remember. Daniella and Victoria came up, wiping me off with warm towels. I blubbered at them. Sperm dripped and drooled from my face to my boobs.
“Oh, no. We’re not finished yet, my little pet, not by a long shot!” one of them whispered.
Again the cross was rotated and spun, and now I was stretched out and bent backwards like a bow, my outstretched arms and legs protesting in pain. My midsection was now thrust out, my bare pussy, still red and throbbing, but cleaned and ready, faced the audience, my thin legs spread wide. Daniella held a glass of cold water up to my spermy lips and I drank it down like a starving girl.
I didn’t even see the first spark. Victoria has some sort of blue wand in her hand and I was so pre-occupied with Daniella lightly kissing and sucking at one of my nipples that I never even saw it coming. Victoria touched the wand to the top of my pussy and I felt an electric spark hit it and my whole world exploded in orgasmic pain. The jolt seemed to set fire to my midsection and I felt a million tiny sparks shoot off in every direction from my clitty. Then she started sliding the wand along my wet and raw pussy lips on either side, and the buzzing and heat and shocks made my hips shake and shimmy and my whole body started shaking and I orgasmed in one huge big explosion, crying out and shrieking at the top of my lungs.
Victoria started working me over then, first along my pussy lips then the bottoms of my feet and then my nipples (and MAN DID THAT STING!) then across my belly and down to my clit. Every time she touched that thing to my body, a blue spark would jump across it and tingle my skin. It felt like a thousand ants were marching up and down my skin. Between her hitting me with the electric shocks, and Daniella licking my pussy whenever she could get in there between my thighs, I was a wet, shivering, quivering, hot mess. My legs shook and I looked like some sort of spaz.
But the orgasms? My god the orgasms. About every couple of minutes, my pussy and clit would rear back and then explode into a cum soooooo powerful I was crying and sobbing and writhing around like a baby after two or three of them. Sperm and spit and drool were flying off my face. I don’t know how long it went on, and my body was off in sub-space just jumping from orgasm to orgasm.
Then Daniella came to my front and showed me the next piece of torture I was in for. It looked scary. It was a black wand about a foot or so long, and one end of it had two dildo like things attached to it, with little glass bulbs at the very end. It gleamed in the light with some kind of liquid on it like lube or something.
“Know where this is going, little slut?” Daniella whispered to me. I couldn’t even move, in fear.
She trailed it down along my body, and when she pressed a button, I felt an electric jolt burst out of it and spark on my skin – it wasn’t really strong, it was like you get from a static shock when you touch a doorknob while walking on a rug, if you know what I mean. But it made me jump.
“It has levels, too…” she whispered, and I felt a stronger jolt hit me right on the hip bone and it kinda hurt.
“N . . .n . . no . . .” I stammered.
“What was that?” Daniella taunted me. “Not giving up are you?”
I turned my head and I saw Spence there at the edge of the stage, he was watching me intently. He nodded his head and I saw him mouth the words “its OK – Don’t worry.” At least, I think that’s what he said. I was so woozy he could have been reciting the Gettysburg Address, for all I knew.
Daniella kept sliding that double-ended thing down along my body, touching it here and there and sparking off little jolts. She could also touch it to me without setting off any electricity, and I kept jumping when she did, even though there was no shock. So I never knew whether I was gonna get a jolt or not! I felt Victoria rubbing some sort of goop on my pussy and ass, then and the light dimmed and I couldn’t really see what they were doing. Then I felt it. The two headed monster. They were setting it up at both of my lower holes. I trembled. ‘Oh god’, I thought, ‘please don-‘ and I never got to finish the thought because Daniella shoved that damn thing right up inside of me and hit me with a shock and I shook like I was on fire. And I was. My wet sloppy pussy exploded in a huge jolt of red hot pain that made me scream, and my poor ass felt like it was on fire. Then she started moving it in and out, fucking me with that double dildo, and rubbing my clitty, and Victoria was sucking on my nipples, and, well, you know how that makes me cum. I did. Man, did I ever cum. I shook my hips and pussy up in the air, trying to get more of the double dildo into me, and quivered like I was maniac. Halfway through my orgasm, Daniella pulled out the thing and shocked me right on the clit and then shoved it in again and gave me another shock, and this one make the top of my head explode.
I passed out – all I remember is waking up flat on my back again, laying splayed out on a rough pad kind of thing, almost like one of my gymnastic mats from school. I‘d been cleaned off somewhat, my body was free of sweat and sperm and whatever, but my mouth still tasted like I’d been sucking on somebody’s old underwear. And my teeth hurt. There was a bright light shining on me, and I then I saw Spencer some into my view, and I felt sooo good at that sight. He was still dressed, but his Perfect Penis was sticking out of his pants, and he was slowly jerking it back and forth.
“Darling . . . sweet Julia . . . “ he said, “You’ve been such a brave little girl . . .” but now it’s your turn. Anything you want, anybody you want, anyway you want. . . just say the words and you’ll have whatever you desire . . .”
He leaned down to kiss me.
I was sex-mad. Delirious. I murmured, “Dicks. I want dicks. Please. Everywhere. I want you in my pussy, Spencer, please, only you, just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until I pass out.” I was half-mad with sexual energy, and I just wanted to cum and cum and cum over and over and over. They’d turned me into a complete sex robot or something.
In a flash, I was surrounded by people, all of them in various stages of undress. My hands were freed, and I reached out, and penises fell between my fingers. Lips and fingers touched me all over, and dear Spencer knelt between my outstretched legs. His Perfect Penis was ready, and I was more than ready for him. He put the Perfect Head between my pussy lips and rubbed back and forth and up and down, spreading my wet juices across the broad crown, and then pushed. I felt a brief pinch as he popped in, but the feeling was so good. I sighed, and exhaled as he slowly pushed the rest of the way into me. I wrapped my legs around him and urged him to start. His lips covered mine, and I closed my eyes and let my feelings take over as my lover pushed his oversized, firm, muscular Perfect Penis deep into my young pussy. I felt his Perfect Penis head smash into my cervix, the brief tang of pain soon replaced by the dull ache, but my clitty was being pulled in and out of the top of my pussy with each thrust, and the marvelous excitement that generated soon made the small pains worthwhile. Spencer was smothering me with kisses, my two hands were jerking marvelously hard penises, there were hands all up and down my sides and legs, feeling, pinching, rubbing, massaging, my clitty was going into overdrive and a nice warm orgasm washed over me.
I was a little girl overwhelmed with sensations. Every nerve ending in my tiny body was on fire, it seemed, sending sensory signals in high gear into the pleasure centers of my brain. I urged Spence on, kicking into his rump with my heels like I was a cowgirl spurring on a ride. He straightened up, and was kneeling between my legs, his hands on my hips, and was thrusting smoothly in and out of my clasping pussy. My hands gripped and jerked two strange penises, and it wasn’t long before a white arc of semen sprayed out and splashed across my upper chest, dotting my boobs with big warm white drops. Cum webbed my fingers, and they were quickly placed around another hard shaft and I started again.
It went on. Spencer fucked me, gloriously, slowing down and holding back when he felt near his own peak, the darling, extending and expanding my own pleasures. His fingers and thumbs teased at my pussy lips and clitty. I came, over and over. Sperm was being sprayed across my body every few moments, I was literally being bathed in it. My boobs looked like frosted cupcakes, it was sprayed across my face and hair, I could even feel it on my legs and feet. Sex was everywhere. When there wasn’t a penis in my hands, they were grabbed by feminine hands and placed on pussies, where my fingers were shown to explore, push, thrust, pinch, and pull. Parts of my body were used for other people’s sexual gratification, and I loved every minute of it. I just let go. I don’t know how many people leaned in to kiss and suck at my boobs. I was getting covered in hickeys and bite marks. Sweat, semen, pussy juice, I was drowning in sexual fluids.
Spence pulled me up and spun me around, and I was on all fours, my knees and hands holding me up. I lifted my face, and found a penis waiting for me, and no sooner had I opened my mouth and started to lick at it than it erupted, spraying hot semen all across my face. There were penises being rubbed on my shoulders and back, and hands reaching under to squeeze and pull at my boobs.
Then, we twisted again. Spencer was on his back, and I knelt over him, pounding my hips up and down on his length, feeling his marvelous Penis slam into the back of my tunnel each time with a dull ache of pain. He pulled me down, and my ass thrust into the air, and I felt a penis slide around at my butt hold and then gain entrance. It didn’t feel really large, but when he finally got all the way in and I had both dicks in me, then I felt it. Full, so full. They started moving in and out in a rhythm and I just let my body get jostled and pulled and pushed in whatever direction they wanted. I was a pussy and ass and nothing more. My brain shut off and my clitty and pussy and ass started tossing orgasms at me like they were feathers.
I felt my ass man shudder and cum, and he pulled away but the cool air didn’t last long, as another cock slid up my slippery and greasy butt, and Spence kept pounding away from down below, kissing my nipples and my wet and spermy face.
Finally, I could feel dear Spencer beginning to thrust into me faster and faster, his full, deep thrusts ironing out all the wrinkles in my pussy’s cavern. I collapsed onto his chest, my face at his shoulder, and pushed my hips down on him, forcing him in as far as possible. The man behind us left my ass, and Spence pushed up into me one more time, hard, deep, all the way into me, and held it and I felt his marvelous Perfection bang hard into my cervix, and then the pain and the squeezing POP! as his Perfect Head passed into my young, immature womb itself, and then the throbs as it spewed out what I hoped would be gallons and gallons of his warm semen into me. My womb was flooded again and again as his sperms crashed through my gasping cervix and sprayed into my deepest recess. I shuddered in climax, a rippling wave of huge pleasure that overtook my entire body and soul and at that moment, Spencer and I were one, one soul, one being, one sexual energy that fused and grew and exploded into a million points of light as I felt his love and life pour into me, never to be given up. I was complete, whole, sex personified, love personified, and never wanted to be apart from him.
My mind shut down, and I don’t remember a thing until the next day when I woke up in his bed mid-afternoon, naked, washed, and curled up like a baby. I just smiled to myself, and put my hand down over my pussy. It was still warm, and sensitive. And I felt like I still had gallons of Spencer’s sperm inside of me. I lay there for long minutes, just reliving the events of the night before.
When I got up, Spencer made me breakfast, and then he took me to his bathroom where we checked me out – the marks from last night were barely visible! I’d have thought my ass would be striped red for days, but there were only faint pink lines where the whips had struck me.
“The people at the club are pros, sweetie – they know just how hard to hit without leaving a mark, just a hot lash that you feel for a while. Did you have fun?”
I had to think about it.
“Actually, it wasn’t that bad, I guess,” I said, tentatively. “Some times it hurt, but it felt good too, you know? I mean, I would never have done it if you hadn’t been there, and kinda talked me into it – “ and I mock-punched him in the arm, “- and that darn electric thingy hurt like hell when they shoved it up my poor little coochie . . .” I pouted at him and made like I was mad.
That Spencer. He pushed me over then, as I giggled, and he put his hands on the insides of my thighs and pushed my legs apart, even though I tried to hold them together, he was too strong for me. He pushed his face up into my crotch and started licking and sucking at my poor damaged pussy, and it started to feel sooooooo good. I sighed and lay back and held his head in my hands, and my lovely, handsome, kind, smart boyfriend Spencer ate my pussy for at least a half hour, making it feel soooooo good with his tongue. He bathed my little clitty with his saliva and made it feel special, and then he kissed and sucked and licked up and down each side of my pussy, and pushed his tongue up inside of me and swabbed my walls out and made everything feel ever so much better. And then he pushed up on my thighs and I rolled my hips, and he kissed my butthole and licked all around it and the hurt went away. But not until I had about ten gazillion orgasms. I finally had to push his head away when I’d had enough, laughing and shrieking for him to stop. I love him so much it hurts when we’re apart.
We cuddled. I fell asleep again. I sure as heck didn’t want to go back to school the next day, I’ll tell you that. And it’s a darn good thing your butt can’t get pregnant!
We came home the next day, and I rather tearfully said goodbye to Christina, as she had to fly on to California and do some modeling work. Spence drove us home, and I held onto his strong arm as we weaved through the traffic back to my house.
“Spencer?” I asked him as we drove.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Do you still love me?”
“What? Of course I do, sweetie, what makes you ask that kind of question?”
“I dunno. I thought maybe having all those black guys making love to me might . . .”
“Honey, don’t even think that way. I love you more and more each day! You’re so sexy and smart and crazy! I feel very lucky to even know you, much less be able to make love to you myself! I love the fact that you want to give people pleasure and love to fuck! That’s so rare!”
“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want you to get jealous or anything – if you say so, I’ll only fuck with you from now on . . .” I answered somewhat tremulously, hoping that he wouldn't want that.
“No, that’s not what I want at all! Honey, I want you to be able to fuck anybody you want, at any time you want. I know you’ll be there for me too, that’s not any kind of an issue! I love watching you have sex!”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely! Listen sweetie, if I didn’t want you to be the way you are, I’d tell you, trust me! Your father and I have talked it over a lot, and we both feel it’s only natural and right to encourage you, so long as you’re safe, and aren’t being made to do anything you don’t want to.”
“What about that time at that party where you all tied me up and you whipped me and all?”
“Well, that was kind of a special thing – your father and I were looking to see what kind of thresholds you had. You ended up enjoying it though, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah!”
“We were pretty sure you would. But we thought if we asked you about doing it before hand, you might not want to try it. So we went ahead and kind of pushed you into it.”
“I’m glad you did. I probably would have been a little scaredy-cat girl. But I liked it, even when you were hitting me with that whip. I mean, it made my ass really sore, but it was a good kind of sore, you know what I mean? I think . . . I mean, I might . . . want to do it again, if you want to . . .” I said to him, looking up at his strong face with my big brown eyes open wide.
He smiled at me. “We’ll see, sweetie. We’ll see.”
I reached over to rub his Perfect Penis, which was lying along his right inner thigh. I’d sucked a nice warm load out of it on the plane again, we had pretty much perfected the blanket trick! I felt it harden under my fingertips. I rubbed back and forth on it, enjoying the way my touch made it firm.
“Sweetie, you’d better watch out. This traffic is a little bit crazy right now, and I don’t want to get distracted by your fantastic hands!” he grinned at me.
I rather reluctantly release my grip on his Perfection, and sat back in the seat with mock annoyance.
“Meanie-head.” I pouted at him with a smile on my lips.
“Love you” he mouthed at me.
I made another face at him but I felt all gooey and warm inside. I loved that Spencer loved me for what I was and what I liked to do and didn’t get jealous or anything stupid like some guys. I mean, I know I was just a little kid, and there were still tons of things I wanted to do and all. But I really liked what I did, and it didn’t make me feel strange or anything. I loved to have orgasms, and I loved to give them to other people. What was wrong with that?
We got home in about an hour or so, and Spence dropped me off at my house. He had to go and get right back on a plane to go somewhere for work. I ran up the steps just as Daddy opened the door for us, with Spence right behind me carrying my bags and all of the junk I’d bought as souvenirs and all. I jumped up into Daddy’s arms and hugged and kissed him all over, telling him I missed him so much. He smooched me good right on the mouth and I sucked on his tongue.
I realized that Christine and Spence had probably not told him about my little adventure last night, and I didn’t know how he’d react. But then he put his face up right next to my ear and whispered, “and so how does my little black cock slut feel, sweetie?” and I blushed real red and realized that they’d told him all about my party.
“Oh, Daddy it was soooooo amazing! All those beautiful black penises, they just came and came and came all up inside me and all over and it was just amazing, I had tons of cums and . . and . . .” I was so breathless.
“I know sweetie, I know. Marcus and Christine told me all about it a few days ago, they wanted to run your plan by me and make sure I was OK with it all. I had a few misgivings, but they promised to take care of you and make sure that nothing bad happened. I just hope you’re not pregnant!” he said that last bit with a big grin.
“I don’t think so Daddy, I had my period right before we left. And I was sure that I took my pill every day!” I said proudly. Although I dearly loved having sperm shot up inside of me, I didn’t want to drop out of eighth grade to have a baby!
Between the flight and my adventure the night before, I was pretty pooped out, so Daddy made me a quick dinner of a cheeseburger and some fries, and I went right upstairs to zonk out in my room.
I slept all night, and finally woke up the next morning about 10 or so. I just layed in bed for a while, and then got up to hit the bathroom and take a quick shower. I tossed on a big tee-shirt that Christine had bought me in the village, it had lettering on the front that said “Daddy’s Little Girl”, and artwork of a little blonde girl even younger than me with big huge eyes, sucking her thumb. I thought it was pretty sexy.
I went downstairs, Daddy was watching TV in the living room. He turned to me.
“Hey baby, how’d you sleep? Feeling better?” and I nodded.
“Yes, Daddy, I feel fine! My poor little coochie is still a little sort though!” I said with a pout, pulling up the hem of my tee-shirt and displaying my still-red pussy lips to him.” He patted the sofa next to and I jumped up with my legs underneath me and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m glad to be home, Daddy. Christine and Spencer and me had a great time but I’m glad to be home too. I missed you.”
“Spencer and I” he said with a little frown, correcting me. I smiled at him.
“Spencer and I” I repeated after him. I kept forgetting. “Oh!-“ I started at him, “-did Chrissie tell you what we did?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“We got lasered! No more gross hair down there!” I said proudly, leaning back and pulling my shirt up, spreading my thighs wide open and showing him my smooth mound and pussy lips. I ran a finger down the valley.
“Wow! That’s a pretty big decision for a little girl like you, I hope you thought it through!” he said with concern.
“Of course Daddy! Christine and I talked about it. But I can’t ever think of any reason why I’d want to have any gross icky hair down there, ever!” I said adamantly. “Now I don’t have to shave it anymore or anything!”
He looked a little sad.
“But honey, I thought you liked it when we shaved together, remember? I liked doing it for you.”
I hesitated. I hadn’t thought of that. He DID like shaving me.
“Ummm . . . yeah . . I kinda dind’t think about that, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
I brightened. “I know! Whenever you want to, we can still put shave cream on me down there and you can pretend to shave me, you know? And then you can put some nice body oil on me and help me stay nice and smooth and clean, ok?” I hoped my idea would cheer him up.
He looked into my eyes, and then down in to my now forever-smooth, completely hairless pussy lips.
“Weeeeeel. . .ok, I guess.” And then he grinned at me and bent over and gave me a big fat raspberry right on my clitty! “Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppppp!”
I shrieked and giggled and grabbed his head.
“Dadeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”
But he wouldn’t stop, he kept giving me raspberries over and over until my poor little clitty just vibrated right into a big fat orgasm. It felt so good, I held my Daddy close while I shivered and shook in my climax, drool falling from my mouth like I was some kind of idiot.
After I cooled off, he made me some breakfast, and I went upstairs to unpack all my junk. The rest of the day I just laid around and recovered. My pussy was still pretty sore from the other night, so after dinner Daddy and I went up and we splashed around in the big tub and he cleaned me out in my butt, and then he carried me into his bedroom and we made love that way. I laid down flat on the bed, and stuck my butt up in the air and said, “Daddy, please put it in my butt!” in my best little girl voice. He kissed me there and all over, and then I felt him put his very hard Daddy penis right at my butthole. I tried to breath out and relax and then I pushed back and POP! He went in, and I sighed. I just lay there while he very slowly worked himself in and out of me, the lube and oil he used helped me get used to him, but then once he was fully inside of me it felt sooooo good, full, but so good, and just a little bit of a hint of pain but I knew the pain was because he was so hard and so excited to be in my butt, so it was a good pain.
Daddy fucked me in my butt for a loooong time, it seemed but was probably only a few minutes. My butt has that effect on him. I heard him grunt and wheeze and then he grabbed me by my hips and pushed really really far up inside of me and I felt his penis shake and shiver and squirt a whole lot of cum up inside me. It felt so good giving Daddy relief. He groaned and sighed and I kept feeling his hard penis vibrate up inside of me, and then he finally just sorta collapsed on my back for a moment, and then he picked himself up by his arms off of me, and kissed my neck a whole lot and it made me giggle and squirm, and I wriggled my butt around and his penis slipped right out of me with a big wet noise! OMG! We both laughed at that, and Daddy fell over next to me and hugged me tight and I fell asleep in a few minutes with a smile on my face and my butt leaking Daddy’s cum.
The next day school started back up. This is going to be my last part of eighth grade, next year I go on to High School! I was a little disappointed the Mr. B wouldn’t be around any more, but I did look forwards to being with older kids, the guys in high school were pretty cute and more sexy compared to the one’s I’d been with since first grade here, like Tommy and Brian and Raj and the rest.
The spring went by really fast. I spent almost every weekend with Spencer, either in town at his place, or sometimes he’d come here instead and pick me up and we’d take a trip in his car somewhere, and stay at a fancy motel, or even a couple of times we went to parties with friends of his. I remember one party, it was at some rich guy’s house that Spence knew, there was about 40 people there, mostly couples, guys a little older than Spencer and their wives and girlfriends mostly, it seemed. The men were all handsome and smart and very sexy, and the women were too, they were all dressed in really sexy stuff, like tight dresses and mini skirts and all, and when we first went in I felt a little self-conscious because they were all so sexy, and I was just wearing some heels, a jean skirt and a garter-belt with stockings, and a little sweater. But two girls came over right after Spencer and I got there, and they seemed to be really nice. One of them was just seventeen herself. We were standing next to a big table with a bunch of snacks and food on it, and she handed me a drink.
“Here honey, have a snort. It’ll help ya relax.” I took it and tasted it – uck! It was some sort of booze I think, and I made a face and gave it back.
“Umm – no thanks, I don’t really like to drink. Maybe I’ll just have some soda pop or something – “ I said, looking around for something that didn’t taste as vile.
“Sorry – hey, my name’s Candi – and this is Serena – “ she said, pointing at the other girl. Serena was a tall brunette, a couple years older than us, I guess, with really big boobs, and a nice smile. She had on a top that was almost all just fishnet type design, and her nipples popped right through the holes. I smiled up at her too.
“Cool, I’m Julia. That’s my boyfriend Spencer over there.” I said, pointing to him. They nodded.
“Yeah, we know. He’s been here before – usually comes with his sister” Candi said. I nodded, but that sounded a little odd.
“This is your first time here, right?” the other one, Serena said to me.
“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, Spence didn’t tell me much about this party. What’s up?” I asked, as we walked back to the big room where most of the other people were gathered. It was a pretty big room, with big windows all along two sides of it but they had heavy curtains closed over them. The outer walls of the room were kind of dark and dim, but there were big spotlights in the ceiling over the middle of the room, and they shined down on two people having sex right in the middle of the room on a big sofa. People were gathered around them, some of the guys were jerking off, a couple of them were being jerked by their girlfriends or wives, and some of the women were rubbing or squeezing their boobs. I guess the idea was to watch and have fun. We moved in real close, till we were standing right next to the woman’s shoulder, almost!
The woman getting fucked was pretty old, about forty or so I think. She had on stockings with a corset holding them up, and really nice red stilettos. Her legs were up in the air, and her partner was a young guy in his 20s, with a big head of red hair and a beard but he was kind of cute. He was fucking her pretty hard, you could hear him grunt each time he bottomed out in her. The woman had big, but floppy boobs and they were rocking back and forth each time he pushed into her. She was moaning and had her eyes closed as she held him by the shoulders, but she seemed to be having a good time. Then she opened her eyes real wide and she looked right at me and had a big orgasm, screaming out “fuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkk!” real loud, and everybody cheered and clapped. The guy kept fucking her for another few minutes, and then he suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy, which was dark and bushy, ewwwww, and sat up and spewed a huge big jet of cum that flew right straight up her body and hit her in the face. She cried out and grabbed his cock, jerking the rest of his cum out onto her boobs and chin. Everybody cheered again, and the guy leaned down and kissed her right on the mouth and ‘hmmmmmm’ in her. She hugged him real close and said quietly, “Thank you, Francisco’.
Another man then climbed on board and pushed his nice looking penis into her sloppy coochie. He grabbed her behind her knees and pulled her legs up in the air, and really started pounding into her. She was waving her arms around, and I realized she was trying to grab a hold of my hand. I grabbed at her and she held my hand really tight, looking me right in the eyes as she came. I didn’t know what to do so I just squeezed her hand back. Then she pulled my hand towards her, and wanted me to grab her boob, so I did. The second guy came in her, and then when he pulled out and stepped away, this guy with grey hair that Serena whispered to me was her husband went down and started eating her pussy!
We went over to one side of the room, where Spence was talking to a couple, he was a tall guy with dark black hair, and his girlfriend or wife was clinging onto him. She was a short blonde, not much taller than me, with a very short, sparkly minidress on and thigh-high boots. She smiled at me, though, and Spencer introduced them as Jack and Betty something. They asked me how I liked the party so far and I shrugged my shoulders and said, “It’s OK, I guess. I liked watching that woman get screwed”, and they smiled.
“Yeah, Mom likes to get her freak on here. My brother fucks her pretty good.” Jack said.
I started. “That was your mom! And your BROTHER!” I squeaked, amazed.
“Yep. She’s the one who brought Betty and me here a couple of years ago.”
I looked at Spence with questions in my eyes. He laughed gently.
“Almost everyone here is related, somehow, to somebody. That’s the only way to get an invite. Brothers bring sisters, Dads bring daughters. I came with Christine last time, but since she’s still in L.A., I wanted to bring you. I had to get special permission, since you are, ummm, a little – “
“Young?” I answered for him with a grin of my own.
“Well, yeah. But since damn near everybody here has secrets to keep, I guess they figured that one more wouldn’t hurt. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that Chrissy has fucked nearly all the people on the committee…” he finished with a smile.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Am I going to?”
He looked at me and then smiled. “Only if you want to. The only rule here is, No means No. Other than that, it’s pretty wide open. Although, usually the partners just fuck each other. Some women bring their husbands and their sons, and they all have an exhibitionist streak too. I guess there’s something about the forbidden fucking of incest that really turns them on-“
Suddenly a loud shriek came out of the middle of the room, and everybody either turned to look, or, like us, walked over to see what was up.
There was a party going on on the sofa! A pretty nice looking woman in her 30s, I guess, with long brown hair, was straddling a youngish guy, rocking up and down on his penis. She had two other men next to her, and she was jerking on their penises as they rubbed them on her boobs and upper body. And a really big tall man had just come up behind her and, judging from the look on his face and her screams, had just put his cock up her butt. He was grimacing and you could tell he was really trying not to force things too much, but the woman was rocking her hips back and forth and up and down, and she was really urging him on. He grabbed her around the waist then, and pushed himself up in to her. She gurgled and moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She had on black high heels and nice tan stockings with a garter belt, and one of the clips had already come undone, and the strap bounced up and down on her butt cheek as she moved.
“Oh god oh goddddd…fuck me Bryan, fuck me hard!” she grunted, and the guy started slicing up into her full length, long deep strokes that must have really set her off. She moaned and cried out, her hair whipping around, and she had a very obvious orgasm as the guys fucked her. I watched, fascinated. As she bounced up and down on the two cocks in her pussy and ass, another man walked around to the back of the sofa and presented his penis to her as well, and she opened her lipsticked mouth and gobbled him up like he was a popsicle on a hot summer day. WOW! This woman was working on five penises as the same time! The rest of the crowd around her was egging her on, yelling encouragement.
“Thatta girl Joyce, fuck those studs!”
“You can do it girl, you can do it!”
And stuff like that. Both men down below were now stroking their full lengths up into her, the guy on the bottom in her pussy had taken over moving her hips up and down, and the guy in her ass had his hands on her shoulders. The man below would push up on her, pulling her up off his slick, wet penis, and then the guy behind her would push back down, sinking her completely onto the two hard cocks. They were like a machine.
“Pretty hot, eh?” Candi said, leaning over to speak in my ear. “Joyce picks five guys at random every party, and they simply fuck the shit out of her all night long!” she grinned. I watched, horny and fascinated as the six people moved in and out of various positions, sweat beginning to shine on their bodies.
They switched around at one point, and the woman lay with her back to one guy while she sat on his cock and slid it right up her butt and then another guy came in between her widespread legs to put his penis in her pussy. The look on her face as both thick penises entered her body was priceless, and I was instantly jealous. Another guy, a really cute tanned surfer looking guy came up and kicked one leg over her body and pressed her boobs together around his cock, sliding it back and forth in a tease, just barely touching her lips when the end came out. She reached out again, and her hands found the other two hard cocks. I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene. It was sooooooooo sexy!
Candi and Serena and Spence and I were close by them by now, and there were eight or ten other people all gathered around watching the spectacle. The woman was moaning and whimpering with pleasure as she was forcefully screwed by all five of the gorgeous men, they’d switch around and move from hole to hole, until all five of them had been in both her holes and between her boobs and her mouth. Finally, the guy who was fucking her ass at the time grunted.
“Holy Christ, I’m going to blow . . . this bitch is too much . . .” he cursed. He pulled out of her, and she quickly jumped down to kneel on her haunches as all five guys crowded around her face, jerking their cocks, sweating and swearing. I saw even more guys come up from the crowd, guys who’d been watching the show and were just as keyed up to cum as the five men who’d been fucking her. Spence started to join in to the group, and I grabbed his arm.
“Don’t you dare! I want your cum tonight, not her!” I growled at him, grinning. He moved back and hefted me up so I could actually stand on his bent leg and see better. He kissed my left butt cheek and I giggled.
The woman was wide eyed and breathless, kneeling there, surrounded by around 10 or 12 hard cocks being fisted, aimed right at her. Suddenly one cock to her right exploded, shooting a long stream of white semen that arched out and splashed into her boob, laying a trail up and over her nipple and down into the valley between were boobs. Another shot flew out, hitting her on the cheek and dripping down her neck. Then a guy on the other side came, shooting his jizz right onto her face, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy as the hot sperm hit her skin. One by one, the guys around her started orgasming, their heads thrown back in pleasure, grunting and groaning as they came. The woman’s face was drenched by at least four or five guys, each one shooting long streamers of cum onto her. She rubbed her skin with her fingertips as the sperm hit, spreading it around her cheeks and lips and across her forehead. A half dozen big jets of sperm flew into her open mouth, draping themselves across her tongue and down over her lips. Her tits got bombarded, long white ribbons of cum decorating them like streamers of paint. Her right hand was busy rubbing her pussy as she squirmed and squealed beneath the sperm shower.
When it was all over, another girl came over and started licking up the sperm off her body, and then kissing her, and they snowballed the cum over and over and then made out kissing and stuff. I got so horny watching it, I had to grab Spence by the arm and pull him into the corner.
“If you don’t fuck me pretty soon, I’m gonna explode!” I grunted, backing into the corner and sinking to my knees. I pulled open his zipper and pulled his stiffening Perfect Penis out, gulping it into my mouth like a starving child. And I was, starving for his cum. My head pistoned back and forth, as I quickly slobbered all over his Penis and was getting the whole Perfect thing into my throat in just a few moments. I grabbed his butt and pushed and pulled him into my mouth until I felt his Perfection start to quiver and vibrate, my signal through months of familiarity, that my Spence would be orgasming soon. I quickly stood up, flipped my skirt up over my waist and bent over, putting my palms flat against the wall, and shaking my butt. Spence grabbed my hips and I felt his Perfect tip part the walls of my juicing pussy and slide in. I moaned in sublime pleasure as I felt his rock-hard Penis smooth out the walls of my vagina. I dipped my head and gave in to the marvelous feelings as my boyfriend fucked me right there in the big room full of people. It was soooo cool.
I didn’t want anything but to cum, and cum big. Spencer knew this, and he reached around and started smoothly rubbing my clitty as he pushed in and out of me. My legs were turning to rubber and in just a moment I cried out in joy and orgasmed all over my Perfect Penis, my legs shaking and my breath coming in short gasps. A second later, I felt Spencer pulse inside of me, and welcomed the spurting of his Perfect Semen into my womb. We shook and shivered together in our pleasure and excitement, and then I pulled away, standing up to smooth my skirt down over my waist again.
“Thanks, Spence, I needed that!” I grinned at him, standing up on my tippytoes to kiss him. I held onto him as we wandered back out into the crowd. Sperm leaked out of me all night, two long trails led down the inside of each thigh. I loved it!
But the really fantastic party we went to was at this cool club in some town about a hundred miles away – it took Spence a couple of hours to drive us there one Saturday night. We parked in a big garage and then walked a block or so until we found this place.
“I’ve been here before sweetie, a couple of years ago I had a girlfriend that was really into this scene. I thought you might too, so we’ll try it out and see what happens. You seemed to like it at that party last year.”
He was right – he was talking about the party where they tied me up and then Daddy whipped my butt and Spencer fucked me when I had a blindfold on. At first, I didn’t like the whipping but then I started to get into it and Daddy wasn’t really hitting me hard, just hard enough to make my butt get hot! So Spence thought it might be fun to try this place out. I was dressed in thigh-highs, black stiletto heels, a leather skirt and cute vest that had some chains holding the sides together for a top. Spence said that they were told I was seventeen, and he helped me put on some makeup and do my hair in a style that made me look a little older. Plus, my boobs were getting pretty big by now, I was a full C cup even though I was only a 30.
Spence talked to some guy at the door while I kinda stayed back in the shadows, and then he turned and motioned to me.
“C’mon babe, we’re good to go.” I joined him, and we went through this door into a short hallway, and then down a set of stairs. I could hear some kinda pulsating music from down there, and then we were allowed through another set of iron doors where some really big bouncer guy checked us out, and we finally got into the club itself. It was rocking! There were a bunch of round tables set around the floor with two or three or four people at each one, there were two poles set up along one side of the room on a kind of stage, and there were all sorts of odd looking contraptions around the outside. The lights were flashing, the music was pounding, and it was really cool. Most everybody was dressed in fancy leather or vinyl stuff, the girls were in corsets and fancy tops and stuff, some of them had these feathered masks on their faces, and the guys were in suits or leather pants and vests, and some of them looked a little nasty, but as long as I had Spence I knew I was OK.
We found a table, and just as we sat down this girl came out from the back and jumped up on the stage area, and started dancing around one of the stripper poles. She was really good, she swung around on it and climbed up and then hung down upside down, and did all sorts of neat stuff, twirling around. She originally had a bikini on when she came out, but then she tossed the top off into the crowd, and a few minutes later pulled the bottoms off so she was completely naked. She was all shiny and sweaty, I guess, and she had a little patch of hair on her cooch, like a landing strip, but her lips were completely shaved. She danced on the pole for about ten minutes or so, and then she stopped, and spread her legs really wide, and leaned over, grabbing the pole about halfway up. She shook her ass at us, and a guy came out from the back like she had, walked up behind her with a paddle, and he swung back and gave her ass a big swat. You could hear it hit, and she shrieked and jumped, and then wiggled her butt again and he swatted it again, and she jumped again with a yell. They did this about 10 times, and finally she was almost crying, sweat was rolling off her legs and her butt cheeks were really red. The guy undid is pants and pulled out his penis and he just walked up behind her and shoved his penis right into her! She moaned and whimpered, and he started fucking her pretty good.
He fucked her for about five minutes, both of them gasping and grunting, and then he pulled out of her, and held her butt cheeks apart for the crowd to see, and then he put the end of his penis at her butt hole, and paused for a second so that everybody could tell exactly what he was about to do. Then he pushed and about half of his penis went right up her butt. She cried out with a yelp and shook, but he just kept on going then and pretty soon he was fucking her butt with real energy!
I had a hold of Spencer’s hand, and I found myself gripping it tight every time the guy pushed all the way into the girl. They fucked for a few more minutes, and you could hear them both moaning and gasping and egging each other on. Then the guy pulled out of her ass, and he walked up next to her and pulled her face towards his cock and he shot his cum all over her face.
That wasn’t even the end of it! About six more guys came up and did the exact same thing! They’d smack her ass with the big paddle a few times until she was sobbing with pain and sexy excitement, and then they’d fuck the hell out of her, and fuck her ass, and then pull out before they came and cum on her face. She was dripping wet after a while, cum dripping off her face onto the floor, her hair wet and stringy with sweat, and her ass cheeks were absolutely burning red. Even a girl came up and spanked her butt, and then reached underneath her and pinched her nipples so hard she cried out and shook her body all over like she was on fire. But the girl never once said ‘stop’ or anything like that. When the last person was done tormenting her, she hung her head down between her arms, her hands still gripping the pole, and sobbed in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Then there was a break for a while, and they played some music and Spence and I just sat at the table. He had a beer, and I had a soda and some fries. Then he leaned over to me.
“Would you like to try something, baby? They have all sorts of gear here, I think you might like some of the stuff.”
“What would happen to me?”
“Oh, maybe you’d get spanked a little bit. Or whipped. And they have vibrators and all sorts of things. But I’ll be here the whole time, don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen. And if you want anything to stop, just say, oh….’rapunzel’, how’s that?”
He kept working on me, trying to convince me to get up there and let people beat the hell out of me. I was a little bit scared, I guess, I had no idea what might happen. I wasn’t really keen on getting my ass whipped by some of those scary looking guys. But Spence kept after me. And he’s very hard to resist. Heck, I was a tiny 103 pound 12 year old girl, I would be getting pulverized. But then I thought about some of my adventures already – having hundreds of Japanese guys sperm me in that bukkake movie, sucking off the basketball team guys, getting fucked by over a hundred black guys down in St Martin’s just a few months ago, and I finally got up the courage.
“Ok, Spencer, but nothing really hard, ok?”
He looked at me and then leaned in to kiss me. “Don’t worry, babe, you’ll love it, trust me.” We cuddled for a few minutes, and then he motioned to someone, and they came over to see us. It was a guy with silver hair and a nice goatee, he came over and Spence introduced us. His name was Albert, and Spence said he was sort of in charge of the club. He smiled down at me and said he was pleased to meet me. He looked OK, I guess. He started talking to Spence.
“I’m thinking, perhaps the cross? I can have Victoria and Daniella work on her for a while, and then if she’s up for it, then we can try the cat, perhaps a paddle or two, maybe some electrical work. As far as sex, I’m sure the guys would do her ass. Is her pussy still off limits?”
Spence looked at me. I thought for a couple of seconds. I really liked saving my pussy for Daddy and Spencer, but then again, I did let a hundred black guys fuck it.
I looked at Spence, then smiled a little bit. “Could it just be you?”
Spence looked back at Albert. “Yes. Reserved for me.” He smiled.
“DP?”
Again, he looked at me. I nodded, shyly. I knew what that was, since Spence and Daddy had DP’ed me before, at that party in St Martin’s the first time we went down there. But it had been a while…
“So long as we’re careful. She is small for her age, as you can see.”
“She’s got a safeword, right?” Spence nodded. I nodded.
They talked for a few more minutes but my mind had wandered, not knowing much about what they were talking about. I was just imagining what might happen to me. I started squirming in my seat.
Albert finally said we could start whenever I was ready, and then he handed Spence some kind of small pill.
“Have her take this. It will make it easier.” Spence looked at him, and then at me. “It’s just a muscle relaxer. It’s safe.” Spencer handed it to me, and without even thinking, I popped it in my mouth and washed it down with my root beer.
Five minutes later, Spence took me up on stage. The lights were really bright on me, and I thought for a second about all the complete strangers out there in the darkness looking at me, but then I guess my exhibitionist streak kinda came out, and I got turned on. Spence told me to strip, so I undid my skirt and let it fall to my feet, and pushed down my panties, and then took off the vest-top. I left on my thigh highs and heels. It made me feel kinda hot to be nude in front of all these people. I could hear some low whistles out there from people. Then I found out what Albert meant by ‘the cross’. It was this big wooden “X” with a small padded area in the middle. Spence had me stand up next to it, and he then fastened each wrist and ankle to one of the posts, so I was spread out and couldn’t really move one way or another. He started rubbing my butt and sides and all up and down my rib cage. Then I felt the cross lift up off the ground, and it tilted forwards a little bit so I was kind of at an angle. I got a better view of the thing – it was in some sort of weird frame that allowed them to tilt the cross parts any way they wanted, up, down, or sideways and even upside down, at any angle. I started out straight up, but then it tilted forwards and then it spun, so I was side-on to the crowd. I watched as two beautiful women came up on stage, they were dressed exactly alike. Tall thigh-high leather boots over stockings, held up by red corsets made out of some fancy material I couldn’t guess. Their boobs were held up by half-cups, so the whole top half of each boob was open and out in view. They both had rings in their nipples, and beautiful sparkly chokers in velvet, I think. They were Victoria and Daniella, I guess.
Victoria had a pretty wicked looking sort of whip in one hand, and Daniella had a big dangerous looking vibrator and a paddle. And they rolled out a cart with a bunch of other wicked looking implements on it that I didn’t even want to think about. Goosebumps raised up on my skin, I was a little scared of what was going to happen, but the anticipation was also making me wet down below. Victoria came up next to me and whispered in my ear.
“We’re so going to love to work you over, little girl. By the time we’re done, you’ll be begging us to stop, and will do anything we ask to halt the pain of the lash. . .” and she licked my ear. I shivered.
As she was whispering, Daniella was slowly trailing her whip down my side and across my butt cheeks. I tried not to shake and wobble but it was hard. Suddenly, I felt a line of fire land straight across my ass, and I screamed out in shock and pain.
Another whiplash arced across my ass, and I shook and trembled, the fire reaching straight to my brain. I struggled in my restraints but had almost no movement whatsoever. I felt Victoria lean down again.
“Yes, little lovely, yes, struggle and cry all you want. Soon you’ll be begging for more. . .” she whispered, as the lash fell across my ass over and over. I cried out and screamed and struggled but they simply ignored me. I knew that I had my safe word but I didn’t want to use it . . . some part of me wanted to see what I could endure, and of course I knew deep down that Spence would not let anything really bad happen to me. Tears fell from my eyes and I blubbered and moaned as the whipping continued for what seemed like hours, but was only five or so minutes, I’m sure. Then, mercifully, it stopped. My ass felt like it was on fire, and then I felt a soothing hand spread some sort of lotion on it, and much of the pain went away, but it still felt hot, almost like a sunburn.
I felt a soft fingertip brush across my pussy lips and being to rub my clitty. In spite of the pain, I felt myself begin to be aroused. Then the women spun the cross again until I was facing down, and my reddened, fire-touched ass was up. I felt the two lower parts of the cross begin to separate, and realized that they could be opened up farther and farther to expose more and more of whoever was restrained on the thing. My legs spread involuntarily, until I felt my hips would dislocate. I could feel cool air somehow being blown across my midsection, and then Daniella showed the audience what would compose my next torment. It was a long, flesh-colored dildo, with a line of rubber bumps all up and down it’s length. I could see that once it was in my pussy, the dozens of little rubber nubs would massage and torment my inner walls. She rubbed up and down on it, spreading a film of lube along its entire length.
I felt the tip of it brush against my opening, and then she slowly pushed the whole thing right up into me. I screamed again, not so much from pain, but simply from the shock of the filling insertion. The rubber nubs were devilish, I could feel every inch of the thing inside of me. Then she pressed a button on its base, and the darn thing started vibrating inside of me like an evil machine. I could feel it rippling back and forth along its length. Then the whipping started again, but this time with a multi-part cat o’ nine tails. The whipping was not designed to cause pain, but rather to concentrate feelings in my midsection.
The first orgasm came on me so suddenly, I didn’t even know it was coming until my pussy exploded in pleasure. I cried out and whimpered but the feeling was astounding, unlike any other orgasm I’d ever experienced. It felt like my entire vagina was pulsating and the orgasm rolled back and forth along the slimy walls of my pussy over and over. My whole body felt like it was being baked in a hot oven. The whipping was making my backside and butt and even the tops of my thighs turn bright red, and I could feel the heat emanating all throughout my body.
Finally, after several minutes of agony and pleasure combined, the whip stopped. I lay there, sniffling and crying a little bit, drool falling from my mouth, my pussy vibrating like mad and my ass on fire. I felt someone rub some cool salve on my ass, and it made me jump in my bindings. Whoever it was, she rubbed the stuff all over my butt and the tops of my thighs. It was cool and soothing, and I sort of sagged a bit, and I felt her slim fingers dance over my pussy lips and play with the vibe that was still in there buzzing away. Then she slowly pulled it out, my pussy lips gripping it and not wanting to let go. The ‘schluck’ sound was almost embarrassing as the thing finally slipped all the way out. She brought it around to my face, and I saw that it was Victoria. She offered it to my lips, and I licked and sucked my own juices from it as sexy as I could. She stroked my face with her fingers.
“Such a lovely little girl . . . and we’re just getting started . . .” and she reached down and pinched my left nipple so hard I screamed and jerked in my bonds. Then the cross started to turn and angle again, and I found myself spread out as far as I could stretch, facing the audience, and tilted back again. Every person in the crowd could see right up my pussy, the lips red and wet and dripping.
Daniella came and crouched down between my legs, and started licking me, and it felt really, really good! She knew her way around a pussy, and I felt her lips and tongue working at my clit, and then her tongue went up inside of me and I went off again, shaking and quivering in the cuffs, and it got frustrating not being able to fully move around! I wanted to wrap my legs around her head and squeeze, and being bound up on that cross so tightly, I couldn’t!
Victoria came up beside us and started squeezing my boobs, and then she started to pull and tweak my nipples, grabbing each shiny ring and pulling them up and out until my poor nips felt like they were going to be torn right off my body. I screamed in pain and thrashed around. Daniella captured my clit with her teeth and nibbled on it and I swear the pain and the pleasure met somewhere around my belly button and exploded. I climaxed with a grunt and a cry, my hips rocking, my pussy fucking at Daniella’s mouth. I tossed my head from side to side, my hair whipping around and whisking across my face. Victoria leaned over and sucked one nipple up into her mouth, and I felt her tongue lapping and tapping at my nipple as she did so. Her teeth bit. My pussy convulsed again, and I swear I peed right into Daniella’s mouth but she never skipped a beat.
The two girls worked me over for several minutes, and then just as I was exhausted and nearly comatose with pain and pleasure, I felt them withdraw, and the cross turned over again, and then bent at the middle. Daniella came up and slipped a mask over my eyes, and I couldn’t see a thing anymore, even though I was facing the black curtain at the back of the stage area. Then I was spread-eagled again, my feet just touching the floor, and my legs straight, and my body bent at the waist with my butt pointed out at the crowd. I felt hands pull my butt cheeks apart, and one of them leaned down and started kissing and licking me, and then a cool finger coated with lube or gel or something worked its way a few inches into my butt. I could guess what was coming next. The finger opened me up and rotated around and around, getting me good and wet and slippery, and making my temperature rise again. I was still huffing and puffing, my chest on fire now from my nipple torture. Whoever was working on my ass now worked two fingers into me, and I felt like I was being opened up for all the world to see. I felt my butthole pulsating and opening up.
Then the fingers left, and I felt another person behind me, but couldn’t tell who it was. I felt hands grab my hips, and I jumped and shrieked a bit, when I felt what I realized was a real, live penis there at my butthole, and had no idea whose it was. The head pushed up against my butt, and it felt really big. I mean, REALLY big. I could feel it on the insides of my butt cheeks on either side of my hole, and even though someone held my cheeks apart, it was still big enough to fill the crack and bulge out on either side! I caught my breath and shivered.
The penis pushed again, and I felt a brief stab of pain, because my poor little butthole was not too pleased about being asked to accept an intruder of this size! I grunted again, and wriggled my ass to try to escape, but of course that wasn’t going to work at all, as long as I was locked to this cross thingy. The penis pulled away, and I felt fingers, bigger fingers, stronger fingers, working my butthole again. I could feel the oil and grease and spit and lube all sort of working together down there, and could just picture my poor little defenseless butthole, all crinkled and brown, gaping open and shut over and over as it was worked on. The penis came back again, more insistent, and I tried to relax and push back and open up. But it just wasn’t fitting. Then I heard a really loud CRACK! and about half a micro second later my right butt cheek exploded in pain. The guy had spanked my ass so hard I screamed again, in real pain and shock and surprise. That hurt!
But it must have done something, because I felt a lightning bolt of pain shoot out of my ass and then the head of his penis popped in and he grunted, and shoved another couple of inches in, and then he reached around and started rubbing my clitty and pussy lips with his left hand. I groaned. He started fucking my ass then, sliding more and more of his huge cock up in me as I slowly opened up and my poor little butt got destroyed by his cock. I felt him shove way up inside of me, his hands now on my hips as he just used me like a wet slippery hole to fuck. I felt the cross start to straighten up and I wasn’t bent so far over now, and then the platform rotated around so we were sideways to the audience. I could hear them out there, clapping and talking and making noises as the man behind me kept on fucking me.
I orgasmed again. Sweat was pouring off of me.
The man stiffened, and I felt his penis shove all the way up inside of me but then it was withdrawn, quickly, and he stepped around in front of me and the blindfold was ripped off of my face and I had a brief vision of his raw, evil penis right in front of my face before I was blinded by a huge splurt of cum right into my eyes! He continued to spray my face, coating me with at least six or seven huge ropes of sperm, shooting right into my open, gasping mouth and over my cheeks and nose and forehead. I’d barely begun to register from that, and let the savage, raw sexuality of the act sink in, when I felt another penis slide almost smoothly up into my ass. My poor butt had been fucked so hard that it never even closed up. This penis seemed longer than the first, as I felt it way up inside of me. Hands at my hips, the man fucked me as my face dripped sperm on the floor.
I think I was butt fucked at least a dozen times. Each man was big, and strong, and held my ass prisoner as his cock fucked in and out of me over and over. Ass sludge and lube and sweat dripped from me. My face was glazed with white sauce, nearly covered from the huge loads sprayed all over it after each fucking. During the stretch, hands and lips kissed and sucked at every part of my body at some point. My breasts and nipples were attacked, licked, kissed, stretched, pinched and played with like some toy. My pussy lips and clit were licked and sucked, slapped, stretched, pulled and pushed over and over. I wracked my body in orgasm after orgasm, and after a while I lost my voice from screaming, and could only hoarsely go “unh unh unh” in time with the rhythmic pistoning into my ass.
When the ass rapes stopped, I lay there on the cross, almost unable to move. My whole body ached, but I’d had more intense orgasms than I could almost ever remember. Daniella and Victoria came up, wiping me off with warm towels. I blubbered at them. Sperm dripped and drooled from my face to my boobs.
“Oh, no. We’re not finished yet, my little pet, not by a long shot!” one of them whispered.
Again the cross was rotated and spun, and now I was stretched out and bent backwards like a bow, my outstretched arms and legs protesting in pain. My midsection was now thrust out, my bare pussy, still red and throbbing, but cleaned and ready, faced the audience, my thin legs spread wide. Daniella held a glass of cold water up to my spermy lips and I drank it down like a starving girl.
I didn’t even see the first spark. Victoria has some sort of blue wand in her hand and I was so pre-occupied with Daniella lightly kissing and sucking at one of my nipples that I never even saw it coming. Victoria touched the wand to the top of my pussy and I felt an electric spark hit it and my whole world exploded in orgasmic pain. The jolt seemed to set fire to my midsection and I felt a million tiny sparks shoot off in every direction from my clitty. Then she started sliding the wand along my wet and raw pussy lips on either side, and the buzzing and heat and shocks made my hips shake and shimmy and my whole body started shaking and I orgasmed in one huge big explosion, crying out and shrieking at the top of my lungs.
Victoria started working me over then, first along my pussy lips then the bottoms of my feet and then my nipples (and MAN DID THAT STING!) then across my belly and down to my clit. Every time she touched that thing to my body, a blue spark would jump across it and tingle my skin. It felt like a thousand ants were marching up and down my skin. Between her hitting me with the electric shocks, and Daniella licking my pussy whenever she could get in there between my thighs, I was a wet, shivering, quivering, hot mess. My legs shook and I looked like some sort of spaz.
But the orgasms? My god the orgasms. About every couple of minutes, my pussy and clit would rear back and then explode into a cum soooooo powerful I was crying and sobbing and writhing around like a baby after two or three of them. Sperm and spit and drool were flying off my face. I don’t know how long it went on, and my body was off in sub-space just jumping from orgasm to orgasm.
Then Daniella came to my front and showed me the next piece of torture I was in for. It looked scary. It was a black wand about a foot or so long, and one end of it had two dildo like things attached to it, with little glass bulbs at the very end. It gleamed in the light with some kind of liquid on it like lube or something.
“Know where this is going, little slut?” Daniella whispered to me. I couldn’t even move, in fear.
She trailed it down along my body, and when she pressed a button, I felt an electric jolt burst out of it and spark on my skin – it wasn’t really strong, it was like you get from a static shock when you touch a doorknob while walking on a rug, if you know what I mean. But it made me jump.
“It has levels, too…” she whispered, and I felt a stronger jolt hit me right on the hip bone and it kinda hurt.
“N . . .n . . no . . .” I stammered.
“What was that?” Daniella taunted me. “Not giving up are you?”
I turned my head and I saw Spence there at the edge of the stage, he was watching me intently. He nodded his head and I saw him mouth the words “its OK – Don’t worry.” At least, I think that’s what he said. I was so woozy he could have been reciting the Gettysburg Address, for all I knew.
Daniella kept sliding that double-ended thing down along my body, touching it here and there and sparking off little jolts. She could also touch it to me without setting off any electricity, and I kept jumping when she did, even though there was no shock. So I never knew whether I was gonna get a jolt or not! I felt Victoria rubbing some sort of goop on my pussy and ass, then and the light dimmed and I couldn’t really see what they were doing. Then I felt it. The two headed monster. They were setting it up at both of my lower holes. I trembled. ‘Oh god’, I thought, ‘please don-‘ and I never got to finish the thought because Daniella shoved that damn thing right up inside of me and hit me with a shock and I shook like I was on fire. And I was. My wet sloppy pussy exploded in a huge jolt of red hot pain that made me scream, and my poor ass felt like it was on fire. Then she started moving it in and out, fucking me with that double dildo, and rubbing my clitty, and Victoria was sucking on my nipples, and, well, you know how that makes me cum. I did. Man, did I ever cum. I shook my hips and pussy up in the air, trying to get more of the double dildo into me, and quivered like I was maniac. Halfway through my orgasm, Daniella pulled out the thing and shocked me right on the clit and then shoved it in again and gave me another shock, and this one make the top of my head explode.
I passed out – all I remember is waking up flat on my back again, laying splayed out on a rough pad kind of thing, almost like one of my gymnastic mats from school. I‘d been cleaned off somewhat, my body was free of sweat and sperm and whatever, but my mouth still tasted like I’d been sucking on somebody’s old underwear. And my teeth hurt. There was a bright light shining on me, and I then I saw Spencer some into my view, and I felt sooo good at that sight. He was still dressed, but his Perfect Penis was sticking out of his pants, and he was slowly jerking it back and forth.
“Darling . . . sweet Julia . . . “ he said, “You’ve been such a brave little girl . . .” but now it’s your turn. Anything you want, anybody you want, anyway you want. . . just say the words and you’ll have whatever you desire . . .”
He leaned down to kiss me.
I was sex-mad. Delirious. I murmured, “Dicks. I want dicks. Please. Everywhere. I want you in my pussy, Spencer, please, only you, just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until I pass out.” I was half-mad with sexual energy, and I just wanted to cum and cum and cum over and over and over. They’d turned me into a complete sex robot or something.
In a flash, I was surrounded by people, all of them in various stages of undress. My hands were freed, and I reached out, and penises fell between my fingers. Lips and fingers touched me all over, and dear Spencer knelt between my outstretched legs. His Perfect Penis was ready, and I was more than ready for him. He put the Perfect Head between my pussy lips and rubbed back and forth and up and down, spreading my wet juices across the broad crown, and then pushed. I felt a brief pinch as he popped in, but the feeling was so good. I sighed, and exhaled as he slowly pushed the rest of the way into me. I wrapped my legs around him and urged him to start. His lips covered mine, and I closed my eyes and let my feelings take over as my lover pushed his oversized, firm, muscular Perfect Penis deep into my young pussy. I felt his Perfect Penis head smash into my cervix, the brief tang of pain soon replaced by the dull ache, but my clitty was being pulled in and out of the top of my pussy with each thrust, and the marvelous excitement that generated soon made the small pains worthwhile. Spencer was smothering me with kisses, my two hands were jerking marvelously hard penises, there were hands all up and down my sides and legs, feeling, pinching, rubbing, massaging, my clitty was going into overdrive and a nice warm orgasm washed over me.
I was a little girl overwhelmed with sensations. Every nerve ending in my tiny body was on fire, it seemed, sending sensory signals in high gear into the pleasure centers of my brain. I urged Spence on, kicking into his rump with my heels like I was a cowgirl spurring on a ride. He straightened up, and was kneeling between my legs, his hands on my hips, and was thrusting smoothly in and out of my clasping pussy. My hands gripped and jerked two strange penises, and it wasn’t long before a white arc of semen sprayed out and splashed across my upper chest, dotting my boobs with big warm white drops. Cum webbed my fingers, and they were quickly placed around another hard shaft and I started again.
It went on. Spencer fucked me, gloriously, slowing down and holding back when he felt near his own peak, the darling, extending and expanding my own pleasures. His fingers and thumbs teased at my pussy lips and clitty. I came, over and over. Sperm was being sprayed across my body every few moments, I was literally being bathed in it. My boobs looked like frosted cupcakes, it was sprayed across my face and hair, I could even feel it on my legs and feet. Sex was everywhere. When there wasn’t a penis in my hands, they were grabbed by feminine hands and placed on pussies, where my fingers were shown to explore, push, thrust, pinch, and pull. Parts of my body were used for other people’s sexual gratification, and I loved every minute of it. I just let go. I don’t know how many people leaned in to kiss and suck at my boobs. I was getting covered in hickeys and bite marks. Sweat, semen, pussy juice, I was drowning in sexual fluids.
Spence pulled me up and spun me around, and I was on all fours, my knees and hands holding me up. I lifted my face, and found a penis waiting for me, and no sooner had I opened my mouth and started to lick at it than it erupted, spraying hot semen all across my face. There were penises being rubbed on my shoulders and back, and hands reaching under to squeeze and pull at my boobs.
Then, we twisted again. Spencer was on his back, and I knelt over him, pounding my hips up and down on his length, feeling his marvelous Penis slam into the back of my tunnel each time with a dull ache of pain. He pulled me down, and my ass thrust into the air, and I felt a penis slide around at my butt hold and then gain entrance. It didn’t feel really large, but when he finally got all the way in and I had both dicks in me, then I felt it. Full, so full. They started moving in and out in a rhythm and I just let my body get jostled and pulled and pushed in whatever direction they wanted. I was a pussy and ass and nothing more. My brain shut off and my clitty and pussy and ass started tossing orgasms at me like they were feathers.
I felt my ass man shudder and cum, and he pulled away but the cool air didn’t last long, as another cock slid up my slippery and greasy butt, and Spence kept pounding away from down below, kissing my nipples and my wet and spermy face.
Finally, I could feel dear Spencer beginning to thrust into me faster and faster, his full, deep thrusts ironing out all the wrinkles in my pussy’s cavern. I collapsed onto his chest, my face at his shoulder, and pushed my hips down on him, forcing him in as far as possible. The man behind us left my ass, and Spence pushed up into me one more time, hard, deep, all the way into me, and held it and I felt his marvelous Perfection bang hard into my cervix, and then the pain and the squeezing POP! as his Perfect Head passed into my young, immature womb itself, and then the throbs as it spewed out what I hoped would be gallons and gallons of his warm semen into me. My womb was flooded again and again as his sperms crashed through my gasping cervix and sprayed into my deepest recess. I shuddered in climax, a rippling wave of huge pleasure that overtook my entire body and soul and at that moment, Spencer and I were one, one soul, one being, one sexual energy that fused and grew and exploded into a million points of light as I felt his love and life pour into me, never to be given up. I was complete, whole, sex personified, love personified, and never wanted to be apart from him.
My mind shut down, and I don’t remember a thing until the next day when I woke up in his bed mid-afternoon, naked, washed, and curled up like a baby. I just smiled to myself, and put my hand down over my pussy. It was still warm, and sensitive. And I felt like I still had gallons of Spencer’s sperm inside of me. I lay there for long minutes, just reliving the events of the night before.
When I got up, Spencer made me breakfast, and then he took me to his bathroom where we checked me out – the marks from last night were barely visible! I’d have thought my ass would be striped red for days, but there were only faint pink lines where the whips had struck me.
“The people at the club are pros, sweetie – they know just how hard to hit without leaving a mark, just a hot lash that you feel for a while. Did you have fun?”
I had to think about it.
“Actually, it wasn’t that bad, I guess,” I said, tentatively. “Some times it hurt, but it felt good too, you know? I mean, I would never have done it if you hadn’t been there, and kinda talked me into it – “ and I mock-punched him in the arm, “- and that darn electric thingy hurt like hell when they shoved it up my poor little coochie . . .” I pouted at him and made like I was mad.
That Spencer. He pushed me over then, as I giggled, and he put his hands on the insides of my thighs and pushed my legs apart, even though I tried to hold them together, he was too strong for me. He pushed his face up into my crotch and started licking and sucking at my poor damaged pussy, and it started to feel sooooooo good. I sighed and lay back and held his head in my hands, and my lovely, handsome, kind, smart boyfriend Spencer ate my pussy for at least a half hour, making it feel soooooo good with his tongue. He bathed my little clitty with his saliva and made it feel special, and then he kissed and sucked and licked up and down each side of my pussy, and pushed his tongue up inside of me and swabbed my walls out and made everything feel ever so much better. And then he pushed up on my thighs and I rolled my hips, and he kissed my butthole and licked all around it and the hurt went away. But not until I had about ten gazillion orgasms. I finally had to push his head away when I’d had enough, laughing and shrieking for him to stop. I love him so much it hurts when we’re apart.
We cuddled. I fell asleep again. I sure as heck didn’t want to go back to school the next day, I’ll tell you that. And it’s a darn good thing your butt can’t get pregnant!
Chapter
33 - My BIG 13.. Teenager at Last!
[Author's Note] Here's another little scenario where you'll need to suspend disbelief in a big way. It's all over the top, as usual, and probably almost completely physiologically impossible, but it's just for fun! Enjoy!
Towards the end of the school year, I looked forward to a big birthday celebration – I was turning thirteen! I’d finally be a teenager! Yay!
I’d been meeting Tommy and Ray and the guys in our special place in the woods every couple of weeks after school. I still liked giving them all their blowjobs, they were always very nice to me and never gave me any trouble. I think a couple of them might have wanted to go farther, and maybe try to fuck my pussy, but I always told them that was off limits to them. But it was odd, I’d become so used to playing with adult, grown up men-sized dicks that sucking on their not-quite-grown up ones wasn’t very much of a challenge. But their semen always tasted fresh and sharp and felt good in my tummy.
Daddy kept hinting around at ‘something very special’ for my birthday, but he wouldn’t let on any more than that, the big dumb poopy-head. I kept trying to squeeze it out of him, but he kept it to himself.
I even thought maybe Spencer knew, but no matter what I tried to do, he wouldn’t fink out Daddy either. At one point, I even tried sex. There was one evening when I was sucking on Spencer and Daddy was fucking me very nicely, and I had a really nice orgasm or two, and then I got an idea and I pulled away from them both and said, “I am not doing any more until you tell me what my birthday surprise is!” and I scrambled to my feet, straightened out my stockings, and stamped my feet and looked as fierce as I could. They both looked so funny there, two very pretty hard penises, all slippery and slimy with my spit and pussy juices, getting ready to cum, and suddenly I denied them. The feeling of power that came over me was very strong, and I realized once again how much reach and empowerment I had over them. I sat down on the edge of the bed as they stood and looked at me with puzzlement.
“Julia, you know we can’t do that. It won’t be a surprise if we tell you now!” Spencer said, kind of sadly starting to stroke his Penis. “Yeah, sweetie, you don’t want that now, do you, really?” Daddy added.
He looked so sad at me. I almost gave in. But I decided to be strong. I looked at them both for a long moment.
“You guys are just meanies, you know that!” I cried. “Meanies! And just for that, you can go jerk yourselves off, I’m off limits tonight!” and I crossed my arms in front of me and put on my best little girl pout.
You know what those stinkers did? They just kept on jerking off, making me look at their beautiful hard penises, their strong hands sliding wetly back and forth along the shafts. They knew that I loved to watch them do that, and they both walked up until they were just out of reach. I had to try really hard to maintain my firm refusal to do anything to help them have their orgasms. It was really difficult. My eyes kept moving from one beautiful penis to the other. Their heads, shiny and reddened, puffing up with desire, about to spit their tasty sperms out in big long streams of white juice. Both men were about two feet away from me, and I sat with my hands clasped tightly together in my lap. I swore to myself not to touch them. I could feel my own wetness at the lovely sight of the two men I loved most in the world, jerking themselves off to me. What girl wouldn’t?
They kept inching closer and closer until they were nearly touching me. I kicked my legs out, and then Daddy was straddling my left leg, and Spence my right. They were looking straight at me as they huffed and puffed, and I narrowed my gaze. By now, we all three knew how this was going to end.
Daddy was first. His penis spat out a huge white blob that flew across the distance between us and hit me right smack between my boobs and sprayed off. His second shot hit my left boob just as Spence erupted, and he aimed higher, his first big shot flying out and hitting me right on the cheek. I flinched, and his next shot hit my hair over my ear.
I tried to stay calm and silent but it was sooooo hard! Daddy kept hitting me in the boobs with his cum, and Spence was glazing my face like it was a dough-nut and he was a sexy baker. My left tit had three or four good sized blobs all over it, and my right nipple had a big blob of semen dripping right off it, heading for my thigh.
It was my face that got the worst of it (well, actually, the BEST! But you know what I mean...). That fink Spencer knew exactly how to aim and spray his lovely semen all over me, since he’s had so much practice at it! I had lines and lines of his hot sperm decorating my front. A big line went from one cheekbone right over the bridge of my nose and across the other cheek, there was a big blob right on my left eyelash, and my upper lip was covered with it! It was on my forehead, and my chin, and even in my hair!
My pussy was betraying me, leaking out juice like there was no tomorrow. I pushed the guys back and clamped my legs together and stood up, trying desperately not to let the climactic feelings about to erupt from my midsection take over.
“You guys are horrible!” I squeaked. “Look at me! You got your sperms all over me!” Like I minded. I rushed out of the room and slammed the bathroom door behind me, breathless. I walked up to the vanity and, putting my hands on the edge, leaned forwards towards the mirror. The 12 year old girl staring back at me looked like she’d been gangbanged by the Japanese army. For a long while, I just stood and stared at the image, as the cooling sperm slowly trailed down my face and dripped onto the sink below me. My hand stole down to my crotch and as I rubbed my clitty slowly, I shivered through another strong climax, biting my tongue so that Daddy and Spence wouldn’t hear me squeak.
Five minutes laters, I was washed off and in my robe. I went back into the bedroom, and they were both talking quietly, their heads together, no doubt cooking up some scheme designed to keep me from finding out what they had planned.
I gave them as dirty a look as I could, given the circumstance, and went downstairs for something to drink. The next day, they both acted as though nothing had even happened.
When my birthday finally did arrive, on a warm Saturday, both Daddy and Spence were downstairs waiting when I got out of bed and went downstairs for some breakfast. They did the whole thing, singing Happy Birthday to me, and Daddy gave me a cupcake with a candle burning it, and Spence made me put on one of those silly hats. But they had more planned.
After eating, we went out to the living room, and they had some actual gifts for me – Daddy gave me a really pretty necklace with diamonds and rubies, and Spence gave me the matching bracelet, and they were both really beautiful and I just about died, they were so beautiful. I knew they cost a ton of money, too! I also got a new phone and a game console, and lots of gift certificated from my favorite clothing stores, and that was pretty much all I really wanted. After all, what more does a teenage girl really need? A phone, and money for clothes, right?
I gave them both really big hugs and then we got dressed and Daddy and I went out, while Spence stayed behind to “take care of things”, as he said. He took me to the park, and then we had a nice lunch at a fancy restaurant down town, and they fussed over me like I was the Queen of England or something. I had on a black beaded dress that was cut pretty low in front with short sleeves, and my stockings and a black lacy garter belt, and some really cute heels, and all the guys were staring at me, and I was feeling really grown up. I was having a great day, but the back of my mind kept coming up with the ‘surprise’ that Daddy had hinted at. I kept asking and all they’d say was that I’d see later on. I knew it wasn’t a car, ‘cause I was only 13, and I didn’t want a pony, so that ruled out the normal “surprise” gifts. I had all the dildos I’d ever need, and I’d gotten the new Hitachi for Christmas, so I didn’t expect anything like that. Maybe it was more jewelry? A girl can’t have TOO much jewelry, ya know… lol ??
After lunch, we went to the museum and I enjoyed myself just walking around looking at all the cool stuff from hundreds of years ago, and the stuffed animals and things. We were there probably until around 4 o’clock or so, and then Daddy said we ought to be heading home for the ‘rest of my surprise’, as he said.
Before we even got out of the car, Daddy asked me to put a blindfold on, and he handed me one of those all black sleeping mask things. I looked at him a little puzzled, but slid the mask over my eyes anyway, and I really couldn’t see a thing. He came around and took my hand, and walked me over to the front door, and e walked into the house, and into the living room.
“Ok, sweetie, you can take off your blindfold now.” Daddy said to me.
I ripped the thing up off of my face, and I saw Spencer talking to three other guys. They all turned to me and they all yelled “Happy Birthday!” I didn’t recognize any of them, and I looked at Daddy with puzzled eyes.
“Is this my surprise? I don’t get it?” I said as we walked into the room.
“Well, baby, these men are very special guys, and we spend a lot of time and money finding them, and bringing them here to you. Say hello to Mr Monroe,” and he indicated the first man, a tall man with a nice smile, he was thin but still nice, “ – and Mr Blossoms –“, and he nodded at the second guy, a shorter black man with a goatee and big smile, “- and finally, Mr Lively.” And that was the third guy, a slightly older guy, maybe in his early 40s, about Daddy’s age I guess. “Duncan, Ted and Ron are very anxious to get to know you, they’ve heard a lot about you from me and Spencer. Spencer, as a matter of fact, knows some of the people who’ve worked with Duncan and Ted before, and that’s how we got hold of them, and then Ron as well.”
I was a little bit embarrassed as I walked up to shake their hands, I didn’t know how much Spence or Daddy told them about me, or if they told them I fooled around, or what. But I looked each one of them in the eye as I shook their hands, and they each seemed to be nice and polite to me. Mr Blossoms, the black guy, had a nice smile and a very rich, deep voice when he said, “Spencer told me that you’re about the smartest girl in the entire eighth grade at school. That’s very commendable.” I blushed and nodded and said ‘Thank you.’ And he said, “What’s your favorite subject?” and I said, “Well, history I guess, but I like geography and science too” and then I went off telling him about junk like continental drift and the Crimean War and stuff and I couldn’t shut up, I was so nervous.
We just sort of stood around and talked for a while, they asked me what I did today, so I told them about the lunch and the park and the museum and all, and Mr Lively said he’d never been to the city here were we live, but it seemed very nice, and I asked him where he was from and he said Oregon, which sounded nice, and Mr Monroe said he was from Schenectady New York. We chatted for a while, and Daddy handed me a glass with some champagne in it. I looked at it and said, “What’s this, Daddy?” and he said, “Well, you’re a big girl today, and just this once I think it’s ok for you to have some special champagne, while we all toast your birthday!” and I smiled, and since everybody, even Daddy and Spencer, had some, they all raised their glasses and said, “To Julia, Happy Birthday!” and I blushed and smiled and sipped the champagne stuff. It was all bubbly and cold, and at first I didn’t really like it, but then I let it sit in my stomach, and then I took another sip, and then a third, and by the fourth sip it wasn’t so bad. For booze, I mean. I didn’t like regular booze or beer at all but this stuff was not bad, even if the bubbles did go up my nose!
I finished my glass, and Daddy filled it up again! I looked at him sternly and said, “Daddy, are you trying to get me drunk?” and giggled and he and Spencer laughed. I had a feeling they were but I went along with it, since the champagne stuff was pretty good, and was making me feel really warm inside and all.
So we were sitting on the sofa, and talking some more, and I saw Mr Monroe sort of reach down and adjust his pants, and I saw that he had a really big bulge where his penis is. I mean, really big! I think Daddy saw me peeking at Mr Monroe, because he said, “Well, guys I think we’ve been keeping Julia in suspense for long enough, perhaps it’s time we showed her why you guys are all here tonight.”
Mr Monroe stood and faced me, and then I watched curiously as he slowly pulled his zipper down and then fished around in his boxers for a moment. What I saw next almost made me pass out.
He pulled out his penis! And it was absolutely HUGE! I swear to God it looked like it was a foot long! He slowly pulled the whole thing out of his pants, and held it with one hand about halfway down the shaft. It wasn’t hard or anything, and yet his hand was only about a quarter of it. It had a nice, well shaped head, pink and rosy looking, and as I watched it slowly got stiffer and stiffer. I gasped.
“oh my god. . . it’s so . . .big!” I squeaked. “It’s so big!” I repeated. I was like, hypnotized by it. Suddenly, I noticed that Mr Blossoms and Mr Lively stood up right next to him, and they both unzipped THEIR zippers, and suddenly I was face to face with THREE of the most hugest penises I’d every seen! I shrieked in surprise.
“EEEEEK! My god you’re HUGE!!!!” and I sagged back on the sofa with my hand on my heart. I looked from penis to penis. Mr Blossom’s penis was dark brown and he was slowly shucking his hand back and forth on it. He was not circumsized, and the head kept poking out of his extra skin there as he worked his hand back and forth. Mr. Lively penis was thinner than the other two, but just a long, in fact it actually looked longer.
“How. . .how big are they?” I squeaked, and Daddy laughed.
“Why don’t you measure each one and find out, sweetie? I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind, would you, guys?” and they all smiled and said they wouldn’t. Spencer handed me a tape measure like they use when they sew clothes and stuff.
Mr Monroe stepped a little bit closer, and he held his penis out. I reached out with a tentative hand and held my thumb over the tape at his belly, and then ran it out over the top of his penis. It was warm (his penis, not the tape). I held the end right at the very tip of his penis, and looked at the tape.
“Wow!” I breathed. “13 and –“ and I looked at the end of the tape closer. “-a quarter!” I looked up at him. “Your dick is over a foot long!” I squealed and shook all over. He grinned.
Mr Blossoms moved over, and I did the same with him. “Ummm..13 and, jeeze, almost a half!” I leaned in to kiss the tip of his penis. “You’re a BIG BOY, aren’t you!” I giggled.
Next was Mr Lively. His penis didn’t feel quite as hard or as warm as the other guys. It was pink and had big veins running along it all the way to the tip. I held my right hand on his belly with the end of the tape, and then slowly unrolled it out to the very end. I held my breath as I read the number.
“Holy cow! Thirteen and . . . almost three quarters! Yikes!” I giggled. I think the champagne was starting to get to me, because I had to lean over and get my glass and drink the rest of what was there, and then held it out to Spence.
“I want more!” I giggled at him. He smiled at me and filled my glass.
“Yes, well, we thought what better present for a young girl on her thirteenth birthday than a man with a penis that is thirteen inches long!” Daddy laughed, and looked at him in amazement and a big smile started forming across my face and I giggled. “And then we realized that we could probably contact all three of them! They’re all very famous in the adult movie business.”
“Woweeee!!!” I chuckled. I looked back at Mr Monroe. “Can I . . . touch it?”
He smiled down at me and said, “Sure you can. It won’t bite!” and he let go. I sat transfixed as the remarkable looking penis bobbed up and down in front of my face as if saluting me. I reached out a tentative slim hand and touched the shaft just behind the head, and let my fingers rest underneath of it, weighing it with my hand. It was warm, and I could feel the blood pumping into it. I let it rest on my one hand for a minute, and then reached out with the other and used both to hold it tenderly, slowly shucking the skin back and forth without even thinking about it. A large drop of clear wetness appeared at the big hole at the tip, and I rubbed it with my thumb, spreading the slimy smooth liquid over his whole tip. I looked up at Mr Monroe again, and he was smiling at me, and then I looked over at Daddy and Spencer.
“This is my surprise? This is what you wouldn’t tell me about?” I asked, not sure of myself. “You got me three huge penises for my birthday?” I looked down, and my nipples had hardened into two pieces of granite on my boobs, and were threatening to bust out of my top.
“Honey, these gentlemen are here for you. They’ll do anything you like, and you can have anything you want from them. They’ll do whatever you want” Spence leaned over to say to me.
I shivered. My mind started making up all the combinations of things we could do, and all of a sudden my pussy just took over.
I pointed at them. “All right, first, I want you all naked.” The guys hurriedly shucked their clothes off, and within a moment were all three standing right in front of me, their lovely penises all hard and throbbing, standing up to salute me. I stood and shimmied out of my dress and panties, but I left my garter-belt and stockings and heels on. I had a little half-cup bra holding my boobs up, but my nipples and the top halves of my boobs were on display. I sat on the sofa and spread my knees apart, giving the guys a nice look at my cute little pussy, who’d already started to get all wet and juicy for them.
“I want to suck on each of you, but no cumming, OK? Not yet.” I said, and motioned for Mr Monroe to step forwards. I grabbed his cock about halfway down and pointed the large, pink head at my face. Opening my mouth as wide as I possibly could, I started licking and sucking at his head, tasting the tart, slightly greasy drop of pre-cum that he produced. I slobbered and licked until the head was nice and wet and then pushed my face forwards it until the head popped behind my lips and pushed my tongue down. I started working on him then, using all the tricks and techniques I’d learned over the past couple of years. I knew the trick with a big penis like this was plenty of saliva. I tried to keep him as wet as I could in my mouth, only swallowing my spit when I absolutely had to. I slowly managed to get more and more of him in my mouth, until I felt the pink crown start to beat against the back of my mouth. I looked up at him, his huge penis shoved halfway down my throat, my cheeks bulging with his girth, and winked. He groaned and shook, I knew I was making him feel good. I glanced left and right, and the other two guys, plus of course Daddy and Spence, were slowly jerking their shafts, keeping them hard for me but not so much as to cum. This was WAAYYY too early for that!
I shook my head around to get Mr Monroe’s nice penis seated just where I wanted it to be, and then pushed forwards again, feeling it bump up against the back of my throat. I paused for a second, and then pushed again, swallowing roughly at the same time, and felt his penis bend a bit to slide down into the top of my throat. I gagged a little bit, but fought off the feeling, and pushed again. I reached out for Mr Monroe’s hands, and grabbing his wrists, put his hands on the side of my head, letting him know I wanted him to help, by grabbing my head and pulling. I swallowed again, my nose sucking in air, and kept pushing. I felt his penis slide down even farther then, closing my eyes in concentration.
I kept pushing. He kept pulling. I’d swallow, and gulp, and envelop even more of him. It seemed to take forever, but then I felt my nose push into his soft belly, and I heard the other guys all gasp and cheer, and felt a pat on the top of my head. I’d done it! I’d deep-throated Mr Monroe’s entire 13-inch penis!
I choked and gurgled on that monster penis in me but I felt proud, inside. I was also stuffed with cock! Holy Jeeze! I slowly pulled back up, and then took another deep breath and a big swallow, and started down again. This time, it seemed easier, but I still had to gurk and gurgle when the head of Mr Monroe’s penis slid down over the back of my tongue into my throat. Then back up, and back down, and after 10 or 15 travels, I was in heaven. I slid one hand down to my pussy and started rubbing as I worked, and that felt really really good. I could hardly keep from coming, and actually, after a minute or two, I did have a little orgasmy that made me clench my thighs together. I gave Mr Monroe my best efforts for about five or six minutes I guess, and then he started groaning and I could hear him grunt.
I pulled off of him, and croaked ‘No . . .not yet . . .”, spitting and drooling and looking an awful mess with my lipstick all smeared and my eyes tearing.
I dipped my head and shook it to clear my senses a bit, and then pushed him away and motioned to Mr Blossoms. “You . . .you’re next . . c’mere . . “ and I swallowed roughly and pulled this nice black man to my front.
I did him the same way I’d done Mr Monroe – easy at first, with plenty of spit and drool, and then a big swallow and a push when I felt his cock-head hit the back of my mouth. He was a little bit thicker than Mr Monroe, and the extra skin around his cock-head was odd feeling at first but then I didn’t even notice it. It took me about five minutes of work before I felt my nose nestle into his crinkly pubes. His belly felt really firm and warm against my face.
I saw and felt flashes going off next to me, as both Daddy and Spencer had their phones out taking pictures, and Daddy had the video going too. He musta started it when I wasn’t looking. I did have my eyes closed a lot in the last ten minutes or so. Helps me concentrate.
And so I gave Mr Blossoms my patented deep throating for five or six minutes. I got so I could go all the way down on him, until my nose hit his belly, and then all the way back up until his cock almost came out from my lips, and then back down again. As long as I didn’t try to do it really really fast, I was good. I could feel his body trembling, his thighs were shaking, and he was moaning under his breath. But once again, I could tell when I was taking him too close to cumming, and I pulled off of him and motioned to Mr Lively.
By now my throat was all loosened up. I took another couple of swigs of champagne to help lubricate my mouth, and then worked on Mr Lively. His penis was longer than the others by a little bit, but also thinner, it was thinner than even Daddy or Spencer. Compared to the first two big dicks, he was like sucking a straw! But I did it, working slow and taking my time, just like with the other guys, and by now it was almost easy. I’d slide all the way down on him, putting my nose in his belly and then slide all the way back out, take a breath, swallow my spit, and back down again. I don’t want to brag, but I was a little girl cock sucking machine. Towards the end I put a mouthful of champagne in my mouth and then took him in and he shivered and yelled “Damn, that’s COLD!” and we all laughed.
So, I had three beautiful, hard, BIG penises to play with now! I got up on the sofa and turned my back to them, and then motioned to Mr Monroe and pointed to my pussy.
Oh god. What can I say? He slid into me like his penis was a knife and my pussy was a stick of melted butter. He slid the first five or six inches in, and then he hit my womb, and it did hurt a little bit. Then he started sliding in and out, very gently at first, but the feeling of a full six or seven inches of penis at a time sliding all the way into my tiny pussy was just overwhelming! I orgasmed almost right away. I looked up and Spencer was standing in front of us on the other side of the sofa, and I motioned for him, and he leaned down and kissed me, and we dueled with our tongues while Mr Monroe slid his penis in and out of me. I loved it. I felt so loved and wanted and appreciated.
I found penises in my hands, without even thinking. Mr Monroe fucked me for a long time, and then he started to shake and shudder, and I pulled my hips away from him.
“No, not yet.” And I scrambled around. I told him to lay on his back on the sofa, and I backed up to him, and I slowly sat down on his penis. It was really nice and wet and my butt kissed his tip and then opened up for him. I felt a brief ping of pain as my butthole opened to admit this invader, but then the good feelings too over. I sank down on him slowly, grunting and gasping, until I was fully seated on him.
His penis felt like it was gonna come out my throat, but I was nowhere near done. I pointed down to my pussy, red and raw, and leaking pussy juice, all wet and hot. Mr Lively stepped up to the plate.
“Slow. . .slowly . . please. . .let me adjust” I breathed to him, and I held his penis right behind the head and slowly pushed it into my little coochie.
“Ahhhhhh-eeeeeeeeee” I groaned as the huge shaft split my lips and started into my teen tunnel. I clenched my thighs as Mr Monroe pushed up on my hips and Mr Lively pushed in. A sudden climax made me shiver and shriek as the two monster penises slowly worked into me. But the men were good, and caring, and gentle, if you can call it that when two grown men are shoving foot long cocks into a thirteen year old girl. They made sure I could handle it. But after a few minutes, grunting and groaning, and wriggling around like a worm on a hook, at last they both got most of the ways in, and started moving in and out in sequence.
Oh my god was that ever fantastic. I mean, I’ve had two dicks in me before, but never something like this. They were sooooo long, and soooooo big, I felt like a stuffed turkey at Christmas. My ass started vibrating and buzzing, and my clitty just exploded with sensation, as Mr Lively’s huge penis would pull it down and in each time he pushed into me, and it just felt so good I had one huge big climax and it never seemed to stop, I was shaking and moaning and sweating like a hog.
I put my hands on Mr Lively’s shoulders and hugged him close to me and it felt ever so wicked and naughty to be getting fucked by these two big men while Daddy and Spencer watched and took pictures. I couldn’t wait, hardly, to see them when this was all over. But I didn’t want it to end!
Mr Monroe and Mr Lively double-teamed me for several long minutes, and then I could tell that Mr Lively was getting too close to the edge, so I breathlessly told them to slow down for a moment. They both did, with both of them fully inserted into my lower holes. Mr Monroe had his 13 inches stuffed all the way up into my guts, and Mr Lively slowly popped his long, thin penis all the way up into my cunt. I felt a pang in my gut when the head of his penis butted up against my cervix, but he pushed and pushed and I gritted my teeth and then felt my womb open up and something popped. It hurt, I won’t lie, it felt like a red-hot stick had been shoved up in me, but another part of me felt so proud and so wicked and dirty that I had this man’s penis right in my womb where my babies would be someday. Mr Lively groaned and swore but I knew he was just overwhelmed.
“Oh my fuckin’ god I’m right up in this bitch’s cunt!” he cursed and I blushed red.
We sat, all three of us, as I caught my breath and the guys huffed and puffed. Then I made them both pull out, slooooowly, and I think that when Mr Lively pulled his penis back out of my cervix I briefly blacked out or something, ‘cause the next thing I remember is Mr Blossoms lifting me up and slowly settling me down on his penis, standing straight up while he lay back on the couch under me. I felt his thick shaft part the wet, raw lips of my pussy and slide up into me, and I sighed and exhaled an exhausted breath. My ass felt like it was on fire, and my belly hurt from me getting punched in the womb, but I was still operating on a sexual high. I sank down on Mr Blossom’s dark brown tree trunk, and leaned forwards as he palmed my boobs. I fed one thirteen-year-old nipple to his full lips, and he sucked the nipple and the ring right in, twisting his tongue around and causing really cool electric shocks to vibrate right down into my chest.
Mr Lively, meanwhile, had spread some lube around his poker, and was poking me in the rear. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to absorb both his huge penis and Mr Blossom’s really thick one in me together. I grunted as he popped the first inch or so into me, and he massaged my back and shoulders as he slowly wormed himself in. My guts expanded around him and Mr Lively took that opportunity to pinch my clitty with a free hand and I exploded in a massive orgasm, shrieking my pleasure and feeling billions of electric shocks explode out of every nerve ending in my body. I started moving my hips up and down, working both of those marvelous penises into my body, feeling full, overly full, with over two feet of penis in my body. I hung my head and sobbed with a combination of pain and joy and overwhelming sexual feelings. I held onto Mr Blossom’s shoulders as I pumped myself up and down on him and felt Mr Lively sliding his own length in and out of my lower intestines. The sounds were amazing – the ‘schluck . . . schlock . . .schluck’ as the foot-long penis of Mr Lively pistoned in and out of my ass, and the smoother, less gunky sounds of Mr Blossom’s magnificent pole sliding wetly in and out of my teenage vagina. I loved it.
I looked up, suddenly, and was greeted by the lovely sight of Mr Monroe’s plum-shaped penis head, weeping a large drop of sperm, just inches from my mouth. He was slowly fisting it back and forth, and I just couldn’t help myself. After all, what’s a girl to do? Here I was faced with a very nice looking penis, that obviously needed someone to put it in her mouth, and I had a mouth that was perfectly suited to the task! I leaned, he leaned, and before you could say “Linda Lovelace” I had about five inches of marvelously warm, hard penis in my mouth, making my tongue dance with joy and my lips quiver. I reached out and pulled him towards me, gulping over and over to swallow his length, and didn’t stop until my nose kissed his belly. I shook and quivered and my legs were bouncing all over and I couldn’t hardly contain myself as I realized that I had over a fucking YARD of penis in me!
I couldn’t rest long, though, as I coughed and choked a little and had to pull back until just four or so inches of penis was left in my mouth. My body convulsed and Mr Lively almost popped out of my ass, but he was able to get re-seated and pushed into me. I just kinda sat there, suspended between three hugely hard penises that were pummeling my body from every direction, while I quivered in orgasm. My body was getting worn out, I have to admit – a 103 pound 13 year old little girl can only take so much pounding, ya know? I loved having orgasms, but this was getting to be just too much.
I glurked and glopped and drooled around the penis sliding in and out of my mouth, and made noises in my ass and pussy that a polite young lady probably shouldn’t admit to. But finally, I had to stop, I almost collapsed, and fell forwards on to Mr Blossoms.
“Enough . . . please . . . stop . . .can’t...take...anymore…” I whispered, trembling, crying, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. I slowly peeled myself off of my black lover, feeling Mr Lively pull out of my lower intestines behind me. I fell over onto the sofa as Mr Blossom scrambled out from under me, his arms solicitously holding me gently as I collapsed in a hot, wet heap. I closed my eyes.
Seconds later, they shot back open as I felt a hot wet slap of semen lance across my chin, fly into my mouth, and then drape over the top of my lips and almost get sucked up into my nose as I jerked in shock. Three huge cock heads were pointing at me, just inches away from my disheveled, sweaty face. I glanced to my left and Mr Blossom was about to erupt again, when I felt Mr Lively explode a huge ribbon of sperm up the right side of my face, from my jawbone to my hair, across my right eye. Then the storm intensified, as I saw Daddy and my Spencer, with his Perfect Penis, crowd in alongside the other three men, all five penises about to spit gallons of hot sperm right into my youthful face. I shivered and shuddered, my hands stealing down to lightly rub my sore, overworked, almost completely orgasmed-out clitty. I couldn’t even tell which penis was shooting which rope of sperm, they were coming at me so quickly. I giggled and smiled as a big white streamer came out of nowhere and plopped right in to my eye, blinding me behind a white curtain of sperm. Another stream flew out of the forest of cocks and splat!’ed right down across my cheek and nose, and before I could even react, a big blob dropped onto my lips, which opened in reflex and my tongue was promptly almost flooded with two big bombs of cum launched from opposite sides of me. It tasted faintly of Spencer, but I couldn't be sure. Another streamer launched across my forehead and into my hair, and then my chin felt a wet slap, and it dripped down on to my neck. Then in rapid fire, Splat! Splat! Splat! My face was getting glazed like a dough-nut, as stream after stream slapped into me from all directions. I tried to blink through the big blob in my eye, but all that did was get it all gummed up in my eyelash. I think Spence aimed directly at my mouth, because I tasted at least three more full streams that had his particular taste. I gulped them down and reopened my mouth, begging silently for more. I’d take all they could give me. I was so sexually charged that I’d have lain there for hours while men came on me, it was all I wanted in life. To be spermed on. Ejaculations were my gold and diamonds, I was covered in them like white jewelry. I was still a Bukkake girl just like in Japan!
Of course it had to come to an end, all too quickly for me. The white blizzard stopped, and everybody was breathing heavily, and I heard a ‘hunh-hunh-hunh’ coming from somewhere as someone was still having a big orgasm, and then I realized it was me, I was hunching my hips up at an invisible cock while my fingers danced over my clit, and I finally gave one final “hunh!” up at my hand and shuddered through one last cum, and my hips collapsed onto the sofa and I closed my eyes.
A warm cloth came a few minutes later, handed to me by my loving Spence, and I reluctantly cleaned the absolutely coated frosting of cum off of my face, that is what was left after I used my fingers to spoon as much as possible in to my greedy mouth to swallow. I looked up at my guys. My loving Daddy, smiling down at his cum-covered daughter. My boyfriend Spencer, owner of the most Perfect Penis in all the world, sitting next to me and carefully wiping the blobs and streams of semen off my neck and chest, holding me gently. And the three new friends, my Yard of Cock, as I decided to call them.
My pussy throbbed. My ass ached. My throat felt like the Sahara Desert. But I’d never had a better birthday!
It’s a darn good thing your face can’t get pregnant!
[Author's Note] Here's another little scenario where you'll need to suspend disbelief in a big way. It's all over the top, as usual, and probably almost completely physiologically impossible, but it's just for fun! Enjoy!
Towards the end of the school year, I looked forward to a big birthday celebration – I was turning thirteen! I’d finally be a teenager! Yay!
I’d been meeting Tommy and Ray and the guys in our special place in the woods every couple of weeks after school. I still liked giving them all their blowjobs, they were always very nice to me and never gave me any trouble. I think a couple of them might have wanted to go farther, and maybe try to fuck my pussy, but I always told them that was off limits to them. But it was odd, I’d become so used to playing with adult, grown up men-sized dicks that sucking on their not-quite-grown up ones wasn’t very much of a challenge. But their semen always tasted fresh and sharp and felt good in my tummy.
Daddy kept hinting around at ‘something very special’ for my birthday, but he wouldn’t let on any more than that, the big dumb poopy-head. I kept trying to squeeze it out of him, but he kept it to himself.
I even thought maybe Spencer knew, but no matter what I tried to do, he wouldn’t fink out Daddy either. At one point, I even tried sex. There was one evening when I was sucking on Spencer and Daddy was fucking me very nicely, and I had a really nice orgasm or two, and then I got an idea and I pulled away from them both and said, “I am not doing any more until you tell me what my birthday surprise is!” and I scrambled to my feet, straightened out my stockings, and stamped my feet and looked as fierce as I could. They both looked so funny there, two very pretty hard penises, all slippery and slimy with my spit and pussy juices, getting ready to cum, and suddenly I denied them. The feeling of power that came over me was very strong, and I realized once again how much reach and empowerment I had over them. I sat down on the edge of the bed as they stood and looked at me with puzzlement.
“Julia, you know we can’t do that. It won’t be a surprise if we tell you now!” Spencer said, kind of sadly starting to stroke his Penis. “Yeah, sweetie, you don’t want that now, do you, really?” Daddy added.
He looked so sad at me. I almost gave in. But I decided to be strong. I looked at them both for a long moment.
“You guys are just meanies, you know that!” I cried. “Meanies! And just for that, you can go jerk yourselves off, I’m off limits tonight!” and I crossed my arms in front of me and put on my best little girl pout.
You know what those stinkers did? They just kept on jerking off, making me look at their beautiful hard penises, their strong hands sliding wetly back and forth along the shafts. They knew that I loved to watch them do that, and they both walked up until they were just out of reach. I had to try really hard to maintain my firm refusal to do anything to help them have their orgasms. It was really difficult. My eyes kept moving from one beautiful penis to the other. Their heads, shiny and reddened, puffing up with desire, about to spit their tasty sperms out in big long streams of white juice. Both men were about two feet away from me, and I sat with my hands clasped tightly together in my lap. I swore to myself not to touch them. I could feel my own wetness at the lovely sight of the two men I loved most in the world, jerking themselves off to me. What girl wouldn’t?
They kept inching closer and closer until they were nearly touching me. I kicked my legs out, and then Daddy was straddling my left leg, and Spence my right. They were looking straight at me as they huffed and puffed, and I narrowed my gaze. By now, we all three knew how this was going to end.
Daddy was first. His penis spat out a huge white blob that flew across the distance between us and hit me right smack between my boobs and sprayed off. His second shot hit my left boob just as Spence erupted, and he aimed higher, his first big shot flying out and hitting me right on the cheek. I flinched, and his next shot hit my hair over my ear.
I tried to stay calm and silent but it was sooooo hard! Daddy kept hitting me in the boobs with his cum, and Spence was glazing my face like it was a dough-nut and he was a sexy baker. My left tit had three or four good sized blobs all over it, and my right nipple had a big blob of semen dripping right off it, heading for my thigh.
It was my face that got the worst of it (well, actually, the BEST! But you know what I mean...). That fink Spencer knew exactly how to aim and spray his lovely semen all over me, since he’s had so much practice at it! I had lines and lines of his hot sperm decorating my front. A big line went from one cheekbone right over the bridge of my nose and across the other cheek, there was a big blob right on my left eyelash, and my upper lip was covered with it! It was on my forehead, and my chin, and even in my hair!
My pussy was betraying me, leaking out juice like there was no tomorrow. I pushed the guys back and clamped my legs together and stood up, trying desperately not to let the climactic feelings about to erupt from my midsection take over.
“You guys are horrible!” I squeaked. “Look at me! You got your sperms all over me!” Like I minded. I rushed out of the room and slammed the bathroom door behind me, breathless. I walked up to the vanity and, putting my hands on the edge, leaned forwards towards the mirror. The 12 year old girl staring back at me looked like she’d been gangbanged by the Japanese army. For a long while, I just stood and stared at the image, as the cooling sperm slowly trailed down my face and dripped onto the sink below me. My hand stole down to my crotch and as I rubbed my clitty slowly, I shivered through another strong climax, biting my tongue so that Daddy and Spence wouldn’t hear me squeak.
Five minutes laters, I was washed off and in my robe. I went back into the bedroom, and they were both talking quietly, their heads together, no doubt cooking up some scheme designed to keep me from finding out what they had planned.
I gave them as dirty a look as I could, given the circumstance, and went downstairs for something to drink. The next day, they both acted as though nothing had even happened.
When my birthday finally did arrive, on a warm Saturday, both Daddy and Spence were downstairs waiting when I got out of bed and went downstairs for some breakfast. They did the whole thing, singing Happy Birthday to me, and Daddy gave me a cupcake with a candle burning it, and Spence made me put on one of those silly hats. But they had more planned.
After eating, we went out to the living room, and they had some actual gifts for me – Daddy gave me a really pretty necklace with diamonds and rubies, and Spence gave me the matching bracelet, and they were both really beautiful and I just about died, they were so beautiful. I knew they cost a ton of money, too! I also got a new phone and a game console, and lots of gift certificated from my favorite clothing stores, and that was pretty much all I really wanted. After all, what more does a teenage girl really need? A phone, and money for clothes, right?
I gave them both really big hugs and then we got dressed and Daddy and I went out, while Spence stayed behind to “take care of things”, as he said. He took me to the park, and then we had a nice lunch at a fancy restaurant down town, and they fussed over me like I was the Queen of England or something. I had on a black beaded dress that was cut pretty low in front with short sleeves, and my stockings and a black lacy garter belt, and some really cute heels, and all the guys were staring at me, and I was feeling really grown up. I was having a great day, but the back of my mind kept coming up with the ‘surprise’ that Daddy had hinted at. I kept asking and all they’d say was that I’d see later on. I knew it wasn’t a car, ‘cause I was only 13, and I didn’t want a pony, so that ruled out the normal “surprise” gifts. I had all the dildos I’d ever need, and I’d gotten the new Hitachi for Christmas, so I didn’t expect anything like that. Maybe it was more jewelry? A girl can’t have TOO much jewelry, ya know… lol ??
After lunch, we went to the museum and I enjoyed myself just walking around looking at all the cool stuff from hundreds of years ago, and the stuffed animals and things. We were there probably until around 4 o’clock or so, and then Daddy said we ought to be heading home for the ‘rest of my surprise’, as he said.
Before we even got out of the car, Daddy asked me to put a blindfold on, and he handed me one of those all black sleeping mask things. I looked at him a little puzzled, but slid the mask over my eyes anyway, and I really couldn’t see a thing. He came around and took my hand, and walked me over to the front door, and e walked into the house, and into the living room.
“Ok, sweetie, you can take off your blindfold now.” Daddy said to me.
I ripped the thing up off of my face, and I saw Spencer talking to three other guys. They all turned to me and they all yelled “Happy Birthday!” I didn’t recognize any of them, and I looked at Daddy with puzzled eyes.
“Is this my surprise? I don’t get it?” I said as we walked into the room.
“Well, baby, these men are very special guys, and we spend a lot of time and money finding them, and bringing them here to you. Say hello to Mr Monroe,” and he indicated the first man, a tall man with a nice smile, he was thin but still nice, “ – and Mr Blossoms –“, and he nodded at the second guy, a shorter black man with a goatee and big smile, “- and finally, Mr Lively.” And that was the third guy, a slightly older guy, maybe in his early 40s, about Daddy’s age I guess. “Duncan, Ted and Ron are very anxious to get to know you, they’ve heard a lot about you from me and Spencer. Spencer, as a matter of fact, knows some of the people who’ve worked with Duncan and Ted before, and that’s how we got hold of them, and then Ron as well.”
I was a little bit embarrassed as I walked up to shake their hands, I didn’t know how much Spence or Daddy told them about me, or if they told them I fooled around, or what. But I looked each one of them in the eye as I shook their hands, and they each seemed to be nice and polite to me. Mr Blossoms, the black guy, had a nice smile and a very rich, deep voice when he said, “Spencer told me that you’re about the smartest girl in the entire eighth grade at school. That’s very commendable.” I blushed and nodded and said ‘Thank you.’ And he said, “What’s your favorite subject?” and I said, “Well, history I guess, but I like geography and science too” and then I went off telling him about junk like continental drift and the Crimean War and stuff and I couldn’t shut up, I was so nervous.
We just sort of stood around and talked for a while, they asked me what I did today, so I told them about the lunch and the park and the museum and all, and Mr Lively said he’d never been to the city here were we live, but it seemed very nice, and I asked him where he was from and he said Oregon, which sounded nice, and Mr Monroe said he was from Schenectady New York. We chatted for a while, and Daddy handed me a glass with some champagne in it. I looked at it and said, “What’s this, Daddy?” and he said, “Well, you’re a big girl today, and just this once I think it’s ok for you to have some special champagne, while we all toast your birthday!” and I smiled, and since everybody, even Daddy and Spencer, had some, they all raised their glasses and said, “To Julia, Happy Birthday!” and I blushed and smiled and sipped the champagne stuff. It was all bubbly and cold, and at first I didn’t really like it, but then I let it sit in my stomach, and then I took another sip, and then a third, and by the fourth sip it wasn’t so bad. For booze, I mean. I didn’t like regular booze or beer at all but this stuff was not bad, even if the bubbles did go up my nose!
I finished my glass, and Daddy filled it up again! I looked at him sternly and said, “Daddy, are you trying to get me drunk?” and giggled and he and Spencer laughed. I had a feeling they were but I went along with it, since the champagne stuff was pretty good, and was making me feel really warm inside and all.
So we were sitting on the sofa, and talking some more, and I saw Mr Monroe sort of reach down and adjust his pants, and I saw that he had a really big bulge where his penis is. I mean, really big! I think Daddy saw me peeking at Mr Monroe, because he said, “Well, guys I think we’ve been keeping Julia in suspense for long enough, perhaps it’s time we showed her why you guys are all here tonight.”
Mr Monroe stood and faced me, and then I watched curiously as he slowly pulled his zipper down and then fished around in his boxers for a moment. What I saw next almost made me pass out.
He pulled out his penis! And it was absolutely HUGE! I swear to God it looked like it was a foot long! He slowly pulled the whole thing out of his pants, and held it with one hand about halfway down the shaft. It wasn’t hard or anything, and yet his hand was only about a quarter of it. It had a nice, well shaped head, pink and rosy looking, and as I watched it slowly got stiffer and stiffer. I gasped.
“oh my god. . . it’s so . . .big!” I squeaked. “It’s so big!” I repeated. I was like, hypnotized by it. Suddenly, I noticed that Mr Blossoms and Mr Lively stood up right next to him, and they both unzipped THEIR zippers, and suddenly I was face to face with THREE of the most hugest penises I’d every seen! I shrieked in surprise.
“EEEEEK! My god you’re HUGE!!!!” and I sagged back on the sofa with my hand on my heart. I looked from penis to penis. Mr Blossom’s penis was dark brown and he was slowly shucking his hand back and forth on it. He was not circumsized, and the head kept poking out of his extra skin there as he worked his hand back and forth. Mr. Lively penis was thinner than the other two, but just a long, in fact it actually looked longer.
“How. . .how big are they?” I squeaked, and Daddy laughed.
“Why don’t you measure each one and find out, sweetie? I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind, would you, guys?” and they all smiled and said they wouldn’t. Spencer handed me a tape measure like they use when they sew clothes and stuff.
Mr Monroe stepped a little bit closer, and he held his penis out. I reached out with a tentative hand and held my thumb over the tape at his belly, and then ran it out over the top of his penis. It was warm (his penis, not the tape). I held the end right at the very tip of his penis, and looked at the tape.
“Wow!” I breathed. “13 and –“ and I looked at the end of the tape closer. “-a quarter!” I looked up at him. “Your dick is over a foot long!” I squealed and shook all over. He grinned.
Mr Blossoms moved over, and I did the same with him. “Ummm..13 and, jeeze, almost a half!” I leaned in to kiss the tip of his penis. “You’re a BIG BOY, aren’t you!” I giggled.
Next was Mr Lively. His penis didn’t feel quite as hard or as warm as the other guys. It was pink and had big veins running along it all the way to the tip. I held my right hand on his belly with the end of the tape, and then slowly unrolled it out to the very end. I held my breath as I read the number.
“Holy cow! Thirteen and . . . almost three quarters! Yikes!” I giggled. I think the champagne was starting to get to me, because I had to lean over and get my glass and drink the rest of what was there, and then held it out to Spence.
“I want more!” I giggled at him. He smiled at me and filled my glass.
“Yes, well, we thought what better present for a young girl on her thirteenth birthday than a man with a penis that is thirteen inches long!” Daddy laughed, and looked at him in amazement and a big smile started forming across my face and I giggled. “And then we realized that we could probably contact all three of them! They’re all very famous in the adult movie business.”
“Woweeee!!!” I chuckled. I looked back at Mr Monroe. “Can I . . . touch it?”
He smiled down at me and said, “Sure you can. It won’t bite!” and he let go. I sat transfixed as the remarkable looking penis bobbed up and down in front of my face as if saluting me. I reached out a tentative slim hand and touched the shaft just behind the head, and let my fingers rest underneath of it, weighing it with my hand. It was warm, and I could feel the blood pumping into it. I let it rest on my one hand for a minute, and then reached out with the other and used both to hold it tenderly, slowly shucking the skin back and forth without even thinking about it. A large drop of clear wetness appeared at the big hole at the tip, and I rubbed it with my thumb, spreading the slimy smooth liquid over his whole tip. I looked up at Mr Monroe again, and he was smiling at me, and then I looked over at Daddy and Spencer.
“This is my surprise? This is what you wouldn’t tell me about?” I asked, not sure of myself. “You got me three huge penises for my birthday?” I looked down, and my nipples had hardened into two pieces of granite on my boobs, and were threatening to bust out of my top.
“Honey, these gentlemen are here for you. They’ll do anything you like, and you can have anything you want from them. They’ll do whatever you want” Spence leaned over to say to me.
I shivered. My mind started making up all the combinations of things we could do, and all of a sudden my pussy just took over.
I pointed at them. “All right, first, I want you all naked.” The guys hurriedly shucked their clothes off, and within a moment were all three standing right in front of me, their lovely penises all hard and throbbing, standing up to salute me. I stood and shimmied out of my dress and panties, but I left my garter-belt and stockings and heels on. I had a little half-cup bra holding my boobs up, but my nipples and the top halves of my boobs were on display. I sat on the sofa and spread my knees apart, giving the guys a nice look at my cute little pussy, who’d already started to get all wet and juicy for them.
“I want to suck on each of you, but no cumming, OK? Not yet.” I said, and motioned for Mr Monroe to step forwards. I grabbed his cock about halfway down and pointed the large, pink head at my face. Opening my mouth as wide as I possibly could, I started licking and sucking at his head, tasting the tart, slightly greasy drop of pre-cum that he produced. I slobbered and licked until the head was nice and wet and then pushed my face forwards it until the head popped behind my lips and pushed my tongue down. I started working on him then, using all the tricks and techniques I’d learned over the past couple of years. I knew the trick with a big penis like this was plenty of saliva. I tried to keep him as wet as I could in my mouth, only swallowing my spit when I absolutely had to. I slowly managed to get more and more of him in my mouth, until I felt the pink crown start to beat against the back of my mouth. I looked up at him, his huge penis shoved halfway down my throat, my cheeks bulging with his girth, and winked. He groaned and shook, I knew I was making him feel good. I glanced left and right, and the other two guys, plus of course Daddy and Spence, were slowly jerking their shafts, keeping them hard for me but not so much as to cum. This was WAAYYY too early for that!
I shook my head around to get Mr Monroe’s nice penis seated just where I wanted it to be, and then pushed forwards again, feeling it bump up against the back of my throat. I paused for a second, and then pushed again, swallowing roughly at the same time, and felt his penis bend a bit to slide down into the top of my throat. I gagged a little bit, but fought off the feeling, and pushed again. I reached out for Mr Monroe’s hands, and grabbing his wrists, put his hands on the side of my head, letting him know I wanted him to help, by grabbing my head and pulling. I swallowed again, my nose sucking in air, and kept pushing. I felt his penis slide down even farther then, closing my eyes in concentration.
I kept pushing. He kept pulling. I’d swallow, and gulp, and envelop even more of him. It seemed to take forever, but then I felt my nose push into his soft belly, and I heard the other guys all gasp and cheer, and felt a pat on the top of my head. I’d done it! I’d deep-throated Mr Monroe’s entire 13-inch penis!
I choked and gurgled on that monster penis in me but I felt proud, inside. I was also stuffed with cock! Holy Jeeze! I slowly pulled back up, and then took another deep breath and a big swallow, and started down again. This time, it seemed easier, but I still had to gurk and gurgle when the head of Mr Monroe’s penis slid down over the back of my tongue into my throat. Then back up, and back down, and after 10 or 15 travels, I was in heaven. I slid one hand down to my pussy and started rubbing as I worked, and that felt really really good. I could hardly keep from coming, and actually, after a minute or two, I did have a little orgasmy that made me clench my thighs together. I gave Mr Monroe my best efforts for about five or six minutes I guess, and then he started groaning and I could hear him grunt.
I pulled off of him, and croaked ‘No . . .not yet . . .”, spitting and drooling and looking an awful mess with my lipstick all smeared and my eyes tearing.
I dipped my head and shook it to clear my senses a bit, and then pushed him away and motioned to Mr Blossoms. “You . . .you’re next . . c’mere . . “ and I swallowed roughly and pulled this nice black man to my front.
I did him the same way I’d done Mr Monroe – easy at first, with plenty of spit and drool, and then a big swallow and a push when I felt his cock-head hit the back of my mouth. He was a little bit thicker than Mr Monroe, and the extra skin around his cock-head was odd feeling at first but then I didn’t even notice it. It took me about five minutes of work before I felt my nose nestle into his crinkly pubes. His belly felt really firm and warm against my face.
I saw and felt flashes going off next to me, as both Daddy and Spencer had their phones out taking pictures, and Daddy had the video going too. He musta started it when I wasn’t looking. I did have my eyes closed a lot in the last ten minutes or so. Helps me concentrate.
And so I gave Mr Blossoms my patented deep throating for five or six minutes. I got so I could go all the way down on him, until my nose hit his belly, and then all the way back up until his cock almost came out from my lips, and then back down again. As long as I didn’t try to do it really really fast, I was good. I could feel his body trembling, his thighs were shaking, and he was moaning under his breath. But once again, I could tell when I was taking him too close to cumming, and I pulled off of him and motioned to Mr Lively.
By now my throat was all loosened up. I took another couple of swigs of champagne to help lubricate my mouth, and then worked on Mr Lively. His penis was longer than the others by a little bit, but also thinner, it was thinner than even Daddy or Spencer. Compared to the first two big dicks, he was like sucking a straw! But I did it, working slow and taking my time, just like with the other guys, and by now it was almost easy. I’d slide all the way down on him, putting my nose in his belly and then slide all the way back out, take a breath, swallow my spit, and back down again. I don’t want to brag, but I was a little girl cock sucking machine. Towards the end I put a mouthful of champagne in my mouth and then took him in and he shivered and yelled “Damn, that’s COLD!” and we all laughed.
So, I had three beautiful, hard, BIG penises to play with now! I got up on the sofa and turned my back to them, and then motioned to Mr Monroe and pointed to my pussy.
Oh god. What can I say? He slid into me like his penis was a knife and my pussy was a stick of melted butter. He slid the first five or six inches in, and then he hit my womb, and it did hurt a little bit. Then he started sliding in and out, very gently at first, but the feeling of a full six or seven inches of penis at a time sliding all the way into my tiny pussy was just overwhelming! I orgasmed almost right away. I looked up and Spencer was standing in front of us on the other side of the sofa, and I motioned for him, and he leaned down and kissed me, and we dueled with our tongues while Mr Monroe slid his penis in and out of me. I loved it. I felt so loved and wanted and appreciated.
I found penises in my hands, without even thinking. Mr Monroe fucked me for a long time, and then he started to shake and shudder, and I pulled my hips away from him.
“No, not yet.” And I scrambled around. I told him to lay on his back on the sofa, and I backed up to him, and I slowly sat down on his penis. It was really nice and wet and my butt kissed his tip and then opened up for him. I felt a brief ping of pain as my butthole opened to admit this invader, but then the good feelings too over. I sank down on him slowly, grunting and gasping, until I was fully seated on him.
His penis felt like it was gonna come out my throat, but I was nowhere near done. I pointed down to my pussy, red and raw, and leaking pussy juice, all wet and hot. Mr Lively stepped up to the plate.
“Slow. . .slowly . . please. . .let me adjust” I breathed to him, and I held his penis right behind the head and slowly pushed it into my little coochie.
“Ahhhhhh-eeeeeeeeee” I groaned as the huge shaft split my lips and started into my teen tunnel. I clenched my thighs as Mr Monroe pushed up on my hips and Mr Lively pushed in. A sudden climax made me shiver and shriek as the two monster penises slowly worked into me. But the men were good, and caring, and gentle, if you can call it that when two grown men are shoving foot long cocks into a thirteen year old girl. They made sure I could handle it. But after a few minutes, grunting and groaning, and wriggling around like a worm on a hook, at last they both got most of the ways in, and started moving in and out in sequence.
Oh my god was that ever fantastic. I mean, I’ve had two dicks in me before, but never something like this. They were sooooo long, and soooooo big, I felt like a stuffed turkey at Christmas. My ass started vibrating and buzzing, and my clitty just exploded with sensation, as Mr Lively’s huge penis would pull it down and in each time he pushed into me, and it just felt so good I had one huge big climax and it never seemed to stop, I was shaking and moaning and sweating like a hog.
I put my hands on Mr Lively’s shoulders and hugged him close to me and it felt ever so wicked and naughty to be getting fucked by these two big men while Daddy and Spencer watched and took pictures. I couldn’t wait, hardly, to see them when this was all over. But I didn’t want it to end!
Mr Monroe and Mr Lively double-teamed me for several long minutes, and then I could tell that Mr Lively was getting too close to the edge, so I breathlessly told them to slow down for a moment. They both did, with both of them fully inserted into my lower holes. Mr Monroe had his 13 inches stuffed all the way up into my guts, and Mr Lively slowly popped his long, thin penis all the way up into my cunt. I felt a pang in my gut when the head of his penis butted up against my cervix, but he pushed and pushed and I gritted my teeth and then felt my womb open up and something popped. It hurt, I won’t lie, it felt like a red-hot stick had been shoved up in me, but another part of me felt so proud and so wicked and dirty that I had this man’s penis right in my womb where my babies would be someday. Mr Lively groaned and swore but I knew he was just overwhelmed.
“Oh my fuckin’ god I’m right up in this bitch’s cunt!” he cursed and I blushed red.
We sat, all three of us, as I caught my breath and the guys huffed and puffed. Then I made them both pull out, slooooowly, and I think that when Mr Lively pulled his penis back out of my cervix I briefly blacked out or something, ‘cause the next thing I remember is Mr Blossoms lifting me up and slowly settling me down on his penis, standing straight up while he lay back on the couch under me. I felt his thick shaft part the wet, raw lips of my pussy and slide up into me, and I sighed and exhaled an exhausted breath. My ass felt like it was on fire, and my belly hurt from me getting punched in the womb, but I was still operating on a sexual high. I sank down on Mr Blossom’s dark brown tree trunk, and leaned forwards as he palmed my boobs. I fed one thirteen-year-old nipple to his full lips, and he sucked the nipple and the ring right in, twisting his tongue around and causing really cool electric shocks to vibrate right down into my chest.
Mr Lively, meanwhile, had spread some lube around his poker, and was poking me in the rear. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to absorb both his huge penis and Mr Blossom’s really thick one in me together. I grunted as he popped the first inch or so into me, and he massaged my back and shoulders as he slowly wormed himself in. My guts expanded around him and Mr Lively took that opportunity to pinch my clitty with a free hand and I exploded in a massive orgasm, shrieking my pleasure and feeling billions of electric shocks explode out of every nerve ending in my body. I started moving my hips up and down, working both of those marvelous penises into my body, feeling full, overly full, with over two feet of penis in my body. I hung my head and sobbed with a combination of pain and joy and overwhelming sexual feelings. I held onto Mr Blossom’s shoulders as I pumped myself up and down on him and felt Mr Lively sliding his own length in and out of my lower intestines. The sounds were amazing – the ‘schluck . . . schlock . . .schluck’ as the foot-long penis of Mr Lively pistoned in and out of my ass, and the smoother, less gunky sounds of Mr Blossom’s magnificent pole sliding wetly in and out of my teenage vagina. I loved it.
I looked up, suddenly, and was greeted by the lovely sight of Mr Monroe’s plum-shaped penis head, weeping a large drop of sperm, just inches from my mouth. He was slowly fisting it back and forth, and I just couldn’t help myself. After all, what’s a girl to do? Here I was faced with a very nice looking penis, that obviously needed someone to put it in her mouth, and I had a mouth that was perfectly suited to the task! I leaned, he leaned, and before you could say “Linda Lovelace” I had about five inches of marvelously warm, hard penis in my mouth, making my tongue dance with joy and my lips quiver. I reached out and pulled him towards me, gulping over and over to swallow his length, and didn’t stop until my nose kissed his belly. I shook and quivered and my legs were bouncing all over and I couldn’t hardly contain myself as I realized that I had over a fucking YARD of penis in me!
I couldn’t rest long, though, as I coughed and choked a little and had to pull back until just four or so inches of penis was left in my mouth. My body convulsed and Mr Lively almost popped out of my ass, but he was able to get re-seated and pushed into me. I just kinda sat there, suspended between three hugely hard penises that were pummeling my body from every direction, while I quivered in orgasm. My body was getting worn out, I have to admit – a 103 pound 13 year old little girl can only take so much pounding, ya know? I loved having orgasms, but this was getting to be just too much.
I glurked and glopped and drooled around the penis sliding in and out of my mouth, and made noises in my ass and pussy that a polite young lady probably shouldn’t admit to. But finally, I had to stop, I almost collapsed, and fell forwards on to Mr Blossoms.
“Enough . . . please . . . stop . . .can’t...take...anymore…” I whispered, trembling, crying, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. I slowly peeled myself off of my black lover, feeling Mr Lively pull out of my lower intestines behind me. I fell over onto the sofa as Mr Blossom scrambled out from under me, his arms solicitously holding me gently as I collapsed in a hot, wet heap. I closed my eyes.
Seconds later, they shot back open as I felt a hot wet slap of semen lance across my chin, fly into my mouth, and then drape over the top of my lips and almost get sucked up into my nose as I jerked in shock. Three huge cock heads were pointing at me, just inches away from my disheveled, sweaty face. I glanced to my left and Mr Blossom was about to erupt again, when I felt Mr Lively explode a huge ribbon of sperm up the right side of my face, from my jawbone to my hair, across my right eye. Then the storm intensified, as I saw Daddy and my Spencer, with his Perfect Penis, crowd in alongside the other three men, all five penises about to spit gallons of hot sperm right into my youthful face. I shivered and shuddered, my hands stealing down to lightly rub my sore, overworked, almost completely orgasmed-out clitty. I couldn’t even tell which penis was shooting which rope of sperm, they were coming at me so quickly. I giggled and smiled as a big white streamer came out of nowhere and plopped right in to my eye, blinding me behind a white curtain of sperm. Another stream flew out of the forest of cocks and splat!’ed right down across my cheek and nose, and before I could even react, a big blob dropped onto my lips, which opened in reflex and my tongue was promptly almost flooded with two big bombs of cum launched from opposite sides of me. It tasted faintly of Spencer, but I couldn't be sure. Another streamer launched across my forehead and into my hair, and then my chin felt a wet slap, and it dripped down on to my neck. Then in rapid fire, Splat! Splat! Splat! My face was getting glazed like a dough-nut, as stream after stream slapped into me from all directions. I tried to blink through the big blob in my eye, but all that did was get it all gummed up in my eyelash. I think Spence aimed directly at my mouth, because I tasted at least three more full streams that had his particular taste. I gulped them down and reopened my mouth, begging silently for more. I’d take all they could give me. I was so sexually charged that I’d have lain there for hours while men came on me, it was all I wanted in life. To be spermed on. Ejaculations were my gold and diamonds, I was covered in them like white jewelry. I was still a Bukkake girl just like in Japan!
Of course it had to come to an end, all too quickly for me. The white blizzard stopped, and everybody was breathing heavily, and I heard a ‘hunh-hunh-hunh’ coming from somewhere as someone was still having a big orgasm, and then I realized it was me, I was hunching my hips up at an invisible cock while my fingers danced over my clit, and I finally gave one final “hunh!” up at my hand and shuddered through one last cum, and my hips collapsed onto the sofa and I closed my eyes.
A warm cloth came a few minutes later, handed to me by my loving Spence, and I reluctantly cleaned the absolutely coated frosting of cum off of my face, that is what was left after I used my fingers to spoon as much as possible in to my greedy mouth to swallow. I looked up at my guys. My loving Daddy, smiling down at his cum-covered daughter. My boyfriend Spencer, owner of the most Perfect Penis in all the world, sitting next to me and carefully wiping the blobs and streams of semen off my neck and chest, holding me gently. And the three new friends, my Yard of Cock, as I decided to call them.
My pussy throbbed. My ass ached. My throat felt like the Sahara Desert. But I’d never had a better birthday!
It’s a darn good thing your face can’t get pregnant!
Chapter
34 - Mr B has me for Dinner
[Author's Note] After all the excitement and over-the-top action of the last few chapters, Julie calms down a little bit and has a more romantic encounter. A change of pace.
A week or so later, as I was walking home from school, I’d just left the parking lot where the busses come in when Mr. B caught up with me. He must have jogged all the way over from the middle school, he was a little out of breath and almost wheezing.
“Julia, wait up a sec – I want to speak with you.” he said, somewhat breathlessly.
“Oh, hi Mr B!” I answered, smiling and edging towards the wall and a little cubby where there used to be a drinking fountain. “Whats up?”
“Well, Julia, I know you’re in high school now, ninth grade and all – “
“Almost tenth! Next year!” I interrupted.
“Yes, almost tenth, exactly. I’ve missed you a LOT this last year, I know we had a lot of fun together.”
“Yeah, we did, Mr B, I missed it too! I really appreciated everything you . . . taught me” I finished. ‘like how to deep throat!’ I thought to myself
“- But I’d like to invite you over for dinner, if it’s OK with your father. I just want to show you how much I appreciate the . . . work . . . you’ve put in those last two years.” He said, smiling at me and winking.
I winked back.
“That’d be nice, Mr B, I’m sure Daddy won’t mind at all. When?”
“Well, I was hoping you’d be free this Friday night?”
“Yeah, I am, far as I know. My boyfriend is away on business and I don’t think Daddy had any plans, so yeah, that’d be cool!” I grinned, reaching out to squeeze his arm. “I can’t wait!”
“Great, great. I’m so glad. Do you want me to come and pick you up, or do you think your father could drop you?”
“I don’t know – where do you live?” I’d never asked him. Not that it mattered.
“Over on Townshend Avenue, on the other side of the park. Near 14th” he answered. “Do you know where that is?”
“Townshend? Heck ya, that’s only like five blocks from where I live! I’m on Rutgers!” I squeaked, blown away that Mr B only lived a couple of blocks from where I did! OMG!
“Are you kidding, you’re on Rutgers? Small world!” he exclaimed, beaming.
“I’ll just walk over, if that’s ok?” I said.
“Sure, if you want to, why not?” he said. “It’s number 117. About 8?” I nodded. “I smiled and reached up on my tippytoes to give him a peck on the cheek, and he got all red. Silly man.
For the rest of the week, I dreamt of what I might wear to Mr B’s dinner, and what we might do. I was strongly considering making him fuck me, since it might be our last time. His dick was really nice, and I figured I’d probably like it a lot in my pussy. I decided to do my best to seduce him into fucking me, so we’d both have a nice memory in the years to come.
Friday after noon, I raced home from school, tossing my bookbag in the hall closet.
“Daddy!” I yelled, “Are you home yet?”
I waited. No answer. I guess not. I closed the door behind me and locked it, and ran upstairs, pulling my top off before I even got to the top step. I tossed it in the hamper, and went into the bathroom to start a tub. I dumped in a bunch of bubble bath stuff and a half a bottle of body oil. I wanted to smell nice and be smooth and warm for Mr B. I shimmied out of my skirt and thong, and unhooked my bra, tossing clothes left and right as I went through my bedroom. Naked, I padded into the bathroom. An evil thought crossed my mind. ‘I wonder if Mr B would like fucking me in the butt?’ I thought to myself. In all our times, he’d never mentioned anything like that.
I went to the medicine cabinet and got two enema bottles, and hunched down on the floor, sticking my butt up in the air. I reached around behind me and pushed the first bottle’s little nozzle up in me, and squeezed all the stuff out. It was cool, but felt kinda nice as it went in my butt and filled me up. I wriggled my butt around a few minutes and then sat on the toilet and grinned as I squirted all the stuff out. Then I wiped and did it again. This time I checked before I flushed and everything looked pretty clean. Cool.
By now the tub was getting full, so I lowered myself down into it, sinking into the warm bubbles with a sigh. I loved getting baths. I mean, a shower is nice when you’re in a hurry, or have someone to shower with, but if I’m by myself I really like soaking in a nice hot tub. I soaped up all up and down my legs, and decided to give them a quick shave while I was there. So I grabbed a razor and soaped them up, and then shaved each leg down nice and smooth. I was lucky, my gymnastics and stuff helped me have nice legs, even if they weren’t very long. I let my hands run down over my pussy lips and they were nice and smooth, as usual. I was so glad Christine and I had done that laser thing down in the islands last Christmas. I rubbed some baby oil all up and down from my butt hole to my clitty, making everything down there nice and juicy. I even pushed the end of the baby oil bottle up my butt a little bit and gave it a little squeeze, just to lube things up in there, a little. I didn’t squirt too much up there, I didn’t want to be leaking oil all over Mr B’s furniture or anything! LOL!
I laid back in the tub and just soaked for a while, running my soapy hands up and down my body, over my boobs and all. I liked that feeling, warm soapy water on my boobies. I looked at the rings in each nipple, and decided to put in some sparkly barbels when I got out. I tweaked my nips and made them get nice and hard, and I loved the little sparks of hotness they made on my chest. I could even feel my pussy clench when I got excited. I couldn’t help it though, I rubbed my clitty around in circles and the good feelings were just too nice to stop. I loved how my clit felt since the doctor had removed some of the hood around her, she stood out so nice and proud and pink. I grabbed a mirror and held it down there and inspected.
The top of my inner pussy lips met in a nice clean upside-down “V”. The outer pair were getting thick and fleshy, but not too much. My ‘cameltoe’ was plump and well defined. I guess it helps that I have a pretty good sized thigh-gap there, there’s probably about two or three inches between my thighs at the very top. I was reading about that. A lot of models have it. Evidently some guys like it, some don’t. I pushed them apart and my inner set of lips were thin and smooth, nice and pink. They maintained the same width all the way down and around my pussy slit until they met again down by my taint. All in all, I liked the way my pussy looked. I know that some girls don’t, we’ve talked at school after gym and all, and some girls hate theirs. I tried to talk to some of them and tell them it’s ok looking, and that most guys don’t care that much about what the outside looks like so long as they can get inside of it! LOL!
My clitty came out of its hood in the little space just above my inner set of labia, and poked out about a half inch, I guess. It was almost always out there, just waiting to be rubbed and kissed and licked. I rubbed it and pulled on it and pinched it very lightly with my index and middle fingernails, and shuddered at the wave of pleasure that seemed to radiate out of it. It just felt sooooo good. I closed my eyes and lay back with my head on the edge of the tub. I put two fingers up inside of me and rubbed up against my G-spot with my left hand, and rubbed my clitty with the other hand, and WHAM! a powerful orgasm rocked through me, I was thrusting my hips up and down making the water in the tub splash all over, and my breath came in gasps of ‘hunh . . . hunh . . .hunh’ sounds that echoed around the big tile bathroom.
In my mind’s eye I was picturing Spence and Daddy and Mr B and Mr Alex and dozens of other faceless men, their big huge penises all pointed at me while they rubbed and jerked at them. They were like silly cartoon penises, all huge and like two feet long, and they all started to spurt and spray their cum all over me while I lay in the tub and big huge streamers of cum were hitting me all over my body and my boobs were getting splattered and my face was getting creamed from every direction. I don’t know why I’m so kinky like that, but I really get off on the idea of men having orgasms just from looking at me naked. I rubbed two more big orgasms out of my pussy, and finally lay there breathless, panting, in the cooling soapy water, trying to catch my breath. It was great, I felt so nice and exhausted.
I lay there for another few minutes but by then the water was getting colder, so I hopped out still all soapy and covered in bubbles. I dried off and put my hair up in a bun, and slipped into one of our big fluffy white bathrobes, and stumbled into my bedroom and collapsed on the bed for a nap. I set my phone to buzz at 7:15 just in case I really snoozed off!
It's a good thing I did, because I didn’t even hear Daddy come home around 6:30. He said he looked in on me and I was laying on the bed all tangled up and snoring so he didn’t want to wake me up, the big doody-head! I told him about Mr B’s dinner and he said it was OK, so long as I felt OK going there alone and all, and I said ‘sure, Daddy, Mr B is a nice man, you’ve met him and all.’
He said OK, and that he was going to go out and have some dinner and maybe catch a movie or something, and to call him if I needed a ride home or whatever. I shoo’ed him out of my bedroom and started tossing clothes and junk around trying to figure out what to wear for my seduction of Mr B.
I must have looked through about thirty skirts or dresses and stuff, and finally decided on a super sexy red mini-dress. It had a drape front that hung down and showed about eighty percent of my boobs, it was completely backless, and a tight waist with a drawstring and a big slit up one side all the way to the waistline. Basically, I couldn’t wear any underwear with it. I did find a red lace garter belt and nice stockings to wear with it, since I knew Mr B would really like the view. But no panties or bra. I was shivering with excitement as I hitched on the garter belt and slid the stockings up my legs and fastened them. The dress slid on and I checked myself out in the mirror. Wow! I wanted to fuck me! LOL!!!
The dress was really light, so a stiff breeze would flap it up all over me! I found some nice platform red heels, and a pretty gold necklace and some bracelets on each wrist finished up my outfit for the night. I splashed on a tiny bit of perfume, and some lipstick, and a little bit of eye shadow, but not too much. If I put on too much makeup, I look a little like a clown, know what I mean?
I gotta admit, I was pretty sexy looking. My boobs had really started to fill out in the last few months and I was using a C cup, and I was finally getting hips and a butt (not a big one, mind you, but it was there!) I wish I was a little taller, since I was only about four foot nine, but Daddy said I’d be getting taller soon. He said a little girl’s body can’t grow out in every direction at once, so for a while it was boobs and then it was hips and then it was legs. I laughed and smacked him when he said that, ‘cause I think he was fooling with me.
I grabbed a purse with some lipstick and a hairbrush and my cell, and went downstairs. Daddy was in his den, looking over some papers and stuff, so I came up behind his chair and wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head.
“I’m going now, Daddy, have a nice time tonight!” I said. He turned to me and whistled, making me blush.
“Wow! Sweetie, you gotta be careful – you’re going to give every man within 50 miles a stroke!” he said, beaming at me.
“Well, they can just stroke themselves!” I laughed, tossing my head and acting like a floozy. We both laughed and I hugged him again and headed out.
It was about 7:45, and getting dark, but I know my own neighborhood. I walked a couple of blocks over, and then down another street, until I got to Thompson. My heels clicked on the sidewalk as I walked, and I think a bunch of guys driving past almost drove off the road watching me. I loved it, giggling to myself. Men are so predictable. Show them a tiny little thirteen year old girl in a sexy red dress and some high heels and they almost go nuts. I guess the tops of my stockings showing as the dress flapped around in the breeze didn’t help!
I found Mr B’s house pretty easily – it was a nice looking place, a one-story brick house with a two car garage at one end, it looked like a guy’s house though, with a basketball hoop over the garage door and a pretty messy looking yard.
I was just about to ring the doorbell when the it opened up and Mr B was waiting there, smiling at me. He was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a golf shirt. He was always kinda cute, for an older guy.
“Hey honey, I’m so glad to see you!” he burst out. “Wow, you look . . . fabulous!” he beamed at me, and I blushed and smiled back. My plan was working. I glanced down at his crotch, and was rewarded by the sight of his nicely sized penis making a noticeable bulge.
“Hi, Mr B. Thanks, it’s just some old thing . . .” I said nonchalantly as he stepped back and ushered me into his house. I looked around, it was actually in pretty nice shape, not all messy like some guys. There was a living room just to the right of the front door, and I saw a nice sofa and some chairs there, and then to the left was a dining room, but the table there was piled with books and stuff, and it didn’t look like Mr B used it for dining very often. I saw the kitchen through a doorway from the dining room. I followed Mr B down the short hallway, and we passed the door into the kitchen. Off to the right a little bit down was a bigger room, that had a fireplace and a big TV and a sofa with some big cushy chairs. He motioned for me to go in.
“Would you like something to drink, soda, iced tea or . . . ?”
“Um . . iced tea, I guess”
“Sugar, lemon?”
“Yeah, ok.” I walked in and sat on the sofa, smoothing my dress down and realizing that I could feel the cool fabric on my bare skin, the dress was so short and flimsy. I toyed with my stocking tops as Mr B messed around in the kitchen, and then he walked into the room with a tall glass of iced tea, and a drink of some kind for him.
“Here you go, Julie – hope you don’t mind store bought instead of home-made.”
I took the glass and sipped it gratefully. All of a sudden, my mouth had gone dry.
“N-no, this is fine,” I said, “it’s fine.”
Mr B looked at me with that kind of look I see from lots of men, like I was raw meat and they were wolves. I quivered inside, it makes me feel all gushy when I see that.
“I must say, you look absolutely stunning.” He said, “I wish every young lady looked as sexy and beautiful as you do!” he said, putting his hand on my thigh, fingers dancing on the top of my stocking. I covered his hand with mine.
“Thanks, Mr B, I’m glad you like it. I enjoy dressing sexy, ya know?” I said, looking him in the eyes. They sparkled. For a second we just looked at each other, and somehow, we both knew what was going to happen. For as long as I’d known Mr B, I had a little crush on him and of course he was crazy about me too.
“So tell me about senior high. I guess all the boys there must be crawling all over you . . .” he said, breaking the slight tension of the moment.
“Well, yeah, but not really. I mean, they do and all, but I have a boyfriend. I mean, I hang out with Tommy and Raj and the gang, you know, like I always did, but my boyfriend is special . . . “ I let my voice trail off.
I had a sudden pang of conscience about Spence, but pushed it to the back of my mind. I liked Mr B in a special kind of way, and I knew that we weren’t anything real or permanent or anything like that, not like I was with Spence. And heck, I’ve had sex with dozens, hundreds of guys since Spence and I started going together, and he encouraged me to do it. So I wasn’t really too bad.
“His name is Spencer, he’s a really nice guy, I met him at Christmas vacation last year, and he’s just so nice. He’s handsome, and smart, and treats me really good . . .”
“Well, that’s very nice, he sounds like a nice boy. Does he go to Grant? (That’s the name of my school.)
I hesitated.
“Um. . .well, he’s 24 . .” I said, looking away a little.
I saw Mr B’s eyes widen.
“Really?” he said with a slight smile. “I didn’t think you went for . . .older men” he grinned at me and winked.
I blushed and turned back to him.
“Oh, Mr B, you know I like all kinds of guys. . . so long as they’re nice, and have pretty` . . . cocks” I said, with finality, putting my hand over the bulge in his lap.
He leaned in just then, and we kissed. It was weird – in all the times we’d met down in the basement at school, and the dozens of times I’d sucked his cock, we’d almost never kissed. I closed my eyes and let him push his tongue between my lips, and it was a nice kiss. I felt I owed Mr B something, he’d been so nice to me over the couple of years I knew him, and I liked that.
I felt his hand on one of my boobs, and I moaned. I tried talking through his tongue in my teeth.
“Ummmm. . .i wud to thuck…you” I said, pushing my boob into his hand and squeezing his penis through his slacks. As we made out, I used my other hand to pull his belt open and open his slacks, and I pulled his rapidly hardening penis out into the open air. It was as nice as I’d remembered it, long, thin, with a well cut head and nice skin. I broke from our kiss and leaned down to envelop the head in my cool mouth, laving my tongue around on the weeping glans like I knew he liked. Mr B groaned softly, and continued to palm my boob. Then I felt him loosen the neck strap on my dress, and it fell away from me.
I continued to suck at him as I leaned back and we worked our way onto the nice and wide sofa cushions. I felt my legs spread automatically, and then Mr B pulled away from me, and I was thrilled to see him head south. I held his shoulders and lightly tousled his hair as he moved to lick my wet and ready pussy.
My god he was good! I felt his tongue swipe up and down and across my lips, he knew just exactly how hard to lick and nibble and nip at me. His lips captured my clit and started sucking on it and I shivered with the pleasure he was giving me.
“Oh god Mr B that feels so good. . .” I murmured, kicking my hips up at his face. “Eat my pussy, Mr B, eat it . . .” and I sighed again and then tensed as I felt his tongue part my lips down there and invade my pussy.
“Oh . . . oh . . . oh” I panted, as a climax roiled through me and I shivered. He held me tightly by my hips and mashed his face even deeper into me, and my pelvis and hips urged him on. His tongue made friends with my pussy, and they soon became real pals. I loved the feel of him exploring around the inside of my opening right there, it felt so nice and warm.
Mr B ate me through four or five marvelous orgasms before I gasped at him.
“Enough . . enough. . .please . . .umph. . .” I croaked out hoarsely, pulling him up to my face for a wet sloppy kiss.
I felt the head of his cock at my opening, and I rocked my hips up and pushed, and he popped in several inches. He went “woooof” in my face, and I gulped and my clit caught fire. I grabbed his hips and pulled him in and the feeling as his marvelously long tube of flesh slid up into my small cave was just wonderfully filling. I have always loved the full feeling that a nice thick penis gives me and Mr B was no exception. I felt the tip of his penis smash into my cervix and a brief bolt of pain thudded into my midsection, but I knew what that feeling was, and I worked around it.
“oh my god . . .” he breathed at me, his eyes closed. I looked up into his face, and the joyous feeling I could see in it made me feel so special. I tightened my pussy around his cock, rhythmically milking at him. His eyes popped open in surprise, and he looked down at me. He was living out the fantasy of nearly every male school teacher, deep in the pussy of one of his young students, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her shaved snatch. I knew it was turning him on, and it was terribly exciting to me, too – the forbidden part of it.
We fucked like mad for several minutes, and I loved the good feelings that I could tell I was giving him, and of course, he was giving me. It doesn’t take much for me to get off when fucking, and I came a couple of times as he pounded into me.
Then I heard him. “Can I . . . should I . . .pull out. . .where. . .to cum. . .” he wheezed at me.
“Cum in me, Mr B, cum in me, it’s OK. . .” I whispered, holding him even closer as he reached his peak. I pushed up against him and he pushed down really hard, and I gasped at the sudden jolt of pain as his penis butted up into my cervix, and then I felt him shudder and I swear I heard the “sssssssssquirt” as a hot and heavy stream of his semen shot straight up into my uterus.
He groaned in pleasure, muttering “oh fuck” under his breath, and I quaked under him as I felt him tense and pulse over and over, squirting four or five strong streams up into me. We both almost passed out from the pleasure we were giving each other, I’m sure. His kisses rained down on my face as we came out of our fog.
“Oh god, honey, that was so wonderful, so wonderful . . .” he said breathlessly, sweating and dripping. I felt his softening penis jerk and twitch a few times as he pulled away, despite my feeble attempts to keep inside of me. I felt the liquid evidence of his lust begin to leak out of my undersized pussy.
“Thank you, Mr B . . .” I gasped, “it was good. But I don’t want . . “ and he realized that I was about to gush all over his nice sofa cushions.
“Oh! . . . yes . . .yes . . . hold on . . .” and he jumped up and ran to the kitchen, his penis flopping kind of comically out of his slacks, which he’d never even had the time to slip off.
He rushed back in with a towel as I sat up, trying to rearrange my clothes and keep all of his sperms from leaking out of me. I swiped at my pussy, capturing globs of it between two fingers, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them dry. Mr B just sort of sat there looking at me with a mixture of amazement and exhaustion.
“My god Julie, you are without a doubt the most . . .exciting young girl I’ve ever known” he breathed as he watched scoop all of his sperm out of my channel and suck it off my fingers. I grinned and smiled at him.
“Well, it’s your fault – you taught me!” I giggled. “Hey, I’m hungry! What’s for dinner!” I chuckled.
Dinner was nice – he had already cooked up some pot roast and potatoes with rice and a green salad I was impressed, and told him so.
“Well, it’s not much. I like cooking for my friends, and this was especially nice.” He went on to tell me the real reason he invited me to dinner.
“Jules, I have some news for you, I hope you’ll take it well. I mean, I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now . . .-“ and he stopped.
“What? What is it, Mr B?” I questioned.
“Well, I’ve been offered a teaching position at Grandview College in Omaha, and I think I’m going to take it. I’ll be moving there during the summer. . .” and his voice trailed off. He could see the cloud of sadness that suddenly came over me. I almost burst out in tears. He’d be over a thousand miles away.
“Oh, Mr B! – “ and I stopped. I was happy for him, but as his news sank in I knew I’d miss him, even though we hadn’t seen each other very much since I’d graduated from middle school. “–that’s . . . great!” I said, trying to sound happy for him.
“I just wanted you to know that I’ll really, really miss you, Julie, you’re an amazing young lady, and I’ve enjoyed every minute I’ve spent with you, both in class and out.” he said, solemnly.
“Me too, Mr. B. You’re my favorite teacher ever!” I said honestly.
We were cleaning up the dishes from dinner and I followed him into the kitchen.
“Just toss them in the sink, I’ll take care of it all tomorrow” he said, taking the plates from me and turning to shoo me out of the kitchen.
In a few minutes, he followed me into the living room with another iced tea for me and a beer for him.
“Mr B?” I turned to him as he sat next to me.
“Yes, Julie, what is it?”
“I want to have you one last time. I want to give you the very best blowjob I possibly can, and I want you to cum right into my tummy so I have you in me forever.” I whispered gently, looking at him with eyes moist with tears. “I want you to always be a part of me . . .”
“Oh you sweet young lady, that would be very, very special” he answered, kissing the top of my head. I melted inside. He was so sweet.
I pushed him back against the sofa cushions, and dropped to my knees between his spread thighs, hiking my dress up so I could move around. I reached up and undid his belt, and pulled his slacks and briefs down, pulling each leg through until he was naked from the waist down. I looked at his soft penis, and it slowly started to harden and lengthen under my gaze. I reached for it. The aroma of our coupling wafted up to my nose and I inhaled our sexual scent.
“Your penis is very sweet, Mr B. I owe ever so much to you for teaching me how to deep throat and all. . .” I spoke softly, turning his penis back and forth in my hand as it hardened fully.
I kissed the tip tenderly and with honest love. My lips pursed to adhere to the flared ridge and I let my tongue dance across the top, feeling the opening there. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the feelings I had for Mr B and dropped my mouth down over the first few inches of his penis. Slobbering wetly, I let my saliva lube his shaft as I started sucking strongly, in and out, the top half of his cock. I let my hands and fingertips gently massage and roll his balls around in their sack, willing them to build up a nice big load of semen, the last load I’d probably ever get from him. As I sucked him, I thought back to the first time we’d met in the basement storage room back when I was in eighth grade, and he taught me how to deep throat, and then the dozens of times we did it again, over and over, as eighth and then ninth grade, passed. And the party at his friend’s house, where I had my first blow-bang. Every single time was nice, and I really did care for Mr B quite a bit. After Spencer and Daddy, he was my favorite grown up man, and I tried my best to convey that to him as I sucked his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat.
I closed my eyes and just concentrated on giving Mr B the best and most enjoyable blowjob and orgasm I possibly could. I started going deeper and deeper on his penis, until the tip banged wetly against the back of my throat. I still had my right hand gently cradling his balls, rolling them around, mixing the sperms together. I pushed and pushed, feeling his tip nudge against the back of my throat, and then I took a deep breath through my nose and swallowed and pushed down, and I felt his penis ‘pop’ through my gag reflex and angle down past my tonsils. I pushed farther and farther, and my nose nuzzled at his soft nest of hair and belly. I gulped and swallowed again, holding my position as long as I could, and then, gasping, saliva and spit flowing past my lips, I pulled up, drawing in a lungful of air.
“GGGaaaaacccKKKKK!” my mouth and throat made a very unladylike noise as his stone-hard penis came up out of my throat. I drooled from my mouth, his precum tasting like that salty treat I’d known so well in the past. I looked up at him, his eyes were boring into me like lasers.
I opened, and pushed my head back down onto him again, this time not stopping as his tip bent and pointed down into my tummy. I gulped and swallowed, then came up, and then back down, and I just started pistoning my head up and down all the way, deep throating his entire penis shaft every time, like he’d taught me so long ago, swallowing on each downstroke, rubbing and sliding my hand up his shaft as I came up, over and over, time after time after time. The wet sound of my sucking echoed through the room, and my mind shut off and all I saw, all I had, all I knew, was penis, his Penis, the object of my complete attention. I had only one job, one mission in life, at this moment, and that was to make Mr B have his most memorable orgasm and spill his sperms into my stomach.
Over and over, long minutes of sucking, his hard, wet shaft bulling over and over into my mouth, past my lips and tongue, to bend and slide into the top of my throat. I knew my mouth and jaw would be sore, my throat sore and scratchy. I was so completely consumed with my sucking that the orgasm that suddenly snuck up on me and rattled through my pussy took me by surprise. I moaned and whimpered and quivered as my body celebrated my love and affection for Mr B by giving me a very nice feeling, my clitty felt alive and sparks of electricity radiated out of it into my brain and my nipples. Or maybe they went from my brain to my clit, I don’t know. All I know is that I whimpered and shook, and I felt Mr B’s hand on the back of my head pushing hard, and he tensed and his legs got stiff, and then I felt the strong pulse of his first cum shot travel up the length of his penis, across my lower lip and tongue, and then the tip of his penis swelled in my throat and I felt the hot, wet surge of a huge blast of his warm semen fly out, coating my throat and sliding down into my tummy.
I gurgled and moaned around the stiff tube of meat down my throat, and Mr B tensed again and I felt his penis pulse all the way from my lower lip to my throat. He muttered something I couldn’t hear, and his hand pressed on the back of my head, and I swallowed the second big glob of his sperm. His legs tensed again, and he shook all over and a third big load squirted out of his penis and into my soul.
Then it was just a series of little after-shocks, tremors that passed through his hips and legs and traveled out through the length of his cock into my mouth. I sucked strongly, as hard as I could, my cheeks hollowing around his shaft, pulling every little last sperm up out of his body and into mine, until there was nothing left, and he groaned and pushed my head up and away from him gently.
“No more . . .no more . . . fuck . . .so good . . . so good” he whispered. I just sat there on my thighs, submissively, letting his penis shudder and slowly shrink, bathing it with my spit, cleaning it lovingly as it came up and out of my mouth one last time, I kissed it tenderly over and over, trying to convey my love and affection and fondness for Mr B as best I could.
He reached down then, his hands under my armpits, and pulled me up, to wetly kiss me right on the mouth. I let his tongue dance across my teeth.
“ummmm . . . that was so good, sweetie, sooooo good” he murmured, and I felt all warm and gooey inside. My pussy was leaking his stuff, still, and now I had another load warming my tummy. "You're the kind of student every teacher dreams about. The one they know is destined for greater things and they can help guide to their destiny, help turn into the greatest little cock sucker ever!"
“I’m g-g-going to m-miss you, Mr B” I croaked, trying vainly to not let the tears come.
He just held me then, and we didn’t have to say a word. I sobbed for a moment but then it passed. I was happy for him, but also sad, you know how you get when someone you like is going away, and it’s good for them but bad for you.
After a few minutes, we both gradually composed ourselves, and I said I had to leave, it was getting late – almost eleven. We stood up, and I hugged Mr B. My clothes were all twisted around, I had to lift up my dress and straighten my garter straps, one had even come undone in the back, and I let Mr B re-attach it. He fixed the snap, and tightened it just a bit and then leaned in to kiss my right butt cheek.
He walked me to do the door. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” he asked, kindly. I knew he would have if I’d nodded yes.
“N-no, please, I want to walk, it- it’ll make me feel better, please Mr B. I’ll be fine, it’s only a few blocks, and I know this neighborhood.”
We hugged one last time, and he promised to send me an email when he knew his new address, but somehow I knew I’d probably never see him again. I started to hitch again, and I wanted to get out of there before I started bawling like a little baby.
I ran out the door without even glancing back, my heels tapping on the sidewalk, echoing in the warm night air. It was still and silent, all you could hear was some bugs and frogs and stuff in the trees. I walked down the block and turned the corner towards my street.
[Author's Note] After all the excitement and over-the-top action of the last few chapters, Julie calms down a little bit and has a more romantic encounter. A change of pace.
A week or so later, as I was walking home from school, I’d just left the parking lot where the busses come in when Mr. B caught up with me. He must have jogged all the way over from the middle school, he was a little out of breath and almost wheezing.
“Julia, wait up a sec – I want to speak with you.” he said, somewhat breathlessly.
“Oh, hi Mr B!” I answered, smiling and edging towards the wall and a little cubby where there used to be a drinking fountain. “Whats up?”
“Well, Julia, I know you’re in high school now, ninth grade and all – “
“Almost tenth! Next year!” I interrupted.
“Yes, almost tenth, exactly. I’ve missed you a LOT this last year, I know we had a lot of fun together.”
“Yeah, we did, Mr B, I missed it too! I really appreciated everything you . . . taught me” I finished. ‘like how to deep throat!’ I thought to myself
“- But I’d like to invite you over for dinner, if it’s OK with your father. I just want to show you how much I appreciate the . . . work . . . you’ve put in those last two years.” He said, smiling at me and winking.
I winked back.
“That’d be nice, Mr B, I’m sure Daddy won’t mind at all. When?”
“Well, I was hoping you’d be free this Friday night?”
“Yeah, I am, far as I know. My boyfriend is away on business and I don’t think Daddy had any plans, so yeah, that’d be cool!” I grinned, reaching out to squeeze his arm. “I can’t wait!”
“Great, great. I’m so glad. Do you want me to come and pick you up, or do you think your father could drop you?”
“I don’t know – where do you live?” I’d never asked him. Not that it mattered.
“Over on Townshend Avenue, on the other side of the park. Near 14th” he answered. “Do you know where that is?”
“Townshend? Heck ya, that’s only like five blocks from where I live! I’m on Rutgers!” I squeaked, blown away that Mr B only lived a couple of blocks from where I did! OMG!
“Are you kidding, you’re on Rutgers? Small world!” he exclaimed, beaming.
“I’ll just walk over, if that’s ok?” I said.
“Sure, if you want to, why not?” he said. “It’s number 117. About 8?” I nodded. “I smiled and reached up on my tippytoes to give him a peck on the cheek, and he got all red. Silly man.
For the rest of the week, I dreamt of what I might wear to Mr B’s dinner, and what we might do. I was strongly considering making him fuck me, since it might be our last time. His dick was really nice, and I figured I’d probably like it a lot in my pussy. I decided to do my best to seduce him into fucking me, so we’d both have a nice memory in the years to come.
Friday after noon, I raced home from school, tossing my bookbag in the hall closet.
“Daddy!” I yelled, “Are you home yet?”
I waited. No answer. I guess not. I closed the door behind me and locked it, and ran upstairs, pulling my top off before I even got to the top step. I tossed it in the hamper, and went into the bathroom to start a tub. I dumped in a bunch of bubble bath stuff and a half a bottle of body oil. I wanted to smell nice and be smooth and warm for Mr B. I shimmied out of my skirt and thong, and unhooked my bra, tossing clothes left and right as I went through my bedroom. Naked, I padded into the bathroom. An evil thought crossed my mind. ‘I wonder if Mr B would like fucking me in the butt?’ I thought to myself. In all our times, he’d never mentioned anything like that.
I went to the medicine cabinet and got two enema bottles, and hunched down on the floor, sticking my butt up in the air. I reached around behind me and pushed the first bottle’s little nozzle up in me, and squeezed all the stuff out. It was cool, but felt kinda nice as it went in my butt and filled me up. I wriggled my butt around a few minutes and then sat on the toilet and grinned as I squirted all the stuff out. Then I wiped and did it again. This time I checked before I flushed and everything looked pretty clean. Cool.
By now the tub was getting full, so I lowered myself down into it, sinking into the warm bubbles with a sigh. I loved getting baths. I mean, a shower is nice when you’re in a hurry, or have someone to shower with, but if I’m by myself I really like soaking in a nice hot tub. I soaped up all up and down my legs, and decided to give them a quick shave while I was there. So I grabbed a razor and soaped them up, and then shaved each leg down nice and smooth. I was lucky, my gymnastics and stuff helped me have nice legs, even if they weren’t very long. I let my hands run down over my pussy lips and they were nice and smooth, as usual. I was so glad Christine and I had done that laser thing down in the islands last Christmas. I rubbed some baby oil all up and down from my butt hole to my clitty, making everything down there nice and juicy. I even pushed the end of the baby oil bottle up my butt a little bit and gave it a little squeeze, just to lube things up in there, a little. I didn’t squirt too much up there, I didn’t want to be leaking oil all over Mr B’s furniture or anything! LOL!
I laid back in the tub and just soaked for a while, running my soapy hands up and down my body, over my boobs and all. I liked that feeling, warm soapy water on my boobies. I looked at the rings in each nipple, and decided to put in some sparkly barbels when I got out. I tweaked my nips and made them get nice and hard, and I loved the little sparks of hotness they made on my chest. I could even feel my pussy clench when I got excited. I couldn’t help it though, I rubbed my clitty around in circles and the good feelings were just too nice to stop. I loved how my clit felt since the doctor had removed some of the hood around her, she stood out so nice and proud and pink. I grabbed a mirror and held it down there and inspected.
The top of my inner pussy lips met in a nice clean upside-down “V”. The outer pair were getting thick and fleshy, but not too much. My ‘cameltoe’ was plump and well defined. I guess it helps that I have a pretty good sized thigh-gap there, there’s probably about two or three inches between my thighs at the very top. I was reading about that. A lot of models have it. Evidently some guys like it, some don’t. I pushed them apart and my inner set of lips were thin and smooth, nice and pink. They maintained the same width all the way down and around my pussy slit until they met again down by my taint. All in all, I liked the way my pussy looked. I know that some girls don’t, we’ve talked at school after gym and all, and some girls hate theirs. I tried to talk to some of them and tell them it’s ok looking, and that most guys don’t care that much about what the outside looks like so long as they can get inside of it! LOL!
My clitty came out of its hood in the little space just above my inner set of labia, and poked out about a half inch, I guess. It was almost always out there, just waiting to be rubbed and kissed and licked. I rubbed it and pulled on it and pinched it very lightly with my index and middle fingernails, and shuddered at the wave of pleasure that seemed to radiate out of it. It just felt sooooo good. I closed my eyes and lay back with my head on the edge of the tub. I put two fingers up inside of me and rubbed up against my G-spot with my left hand, and rubbed my clitty with the other hand, and WHAM! a powerful orgasm rocked through me, I was thrusting my hips up and down making the water in the tub splash all over, and my breath came in gasps of ‘hunh . . . hunh . . .hunh’ sounds that echoed around the big tile bathroom.
In my mind’s eye I was picturing Spence and Daddy and Mr B and Mr Alex and dozens of other faceless men, their big huge penises all pointed at me while they rubbed and jerked at them. They were like silly cartoon penises, all huge and like two feet long, and they all started to spurt and spray their cum all over me while I lay in the tub and big huge streamers of cum were hitting me all over my body and my boobs were getting splattered and my face was getting creamed from every direction. I don’t know why I’m so kinky like that, but I really get off on the idea of men having orgasms just from looking at me naked. I rubbed two more big orgasms out of my pussy, and finally lay there breathless, panting, in the cooling soapy water, trying to catch my breath. It was great, I felt so nice and exhausted.
I lay there for another few minutes but by then the water was getting colder, so I hopped out still all soapy and covered in bubbles. I dried off and put my hair up in a bun, and slipped into one of our big fluffy white bathrobes, and stumbled into my bedroom and collapsed on the bed for a nap. I set my phone to buzz at 7:15 just in case I really snoozed off!
It's a good thing I did, because I didn’t even hear Daddy come home around 6:30. He said he looked in on me and I was laying on the bed all tangled up and snoring so he didn’t want to wake me up, the big doody-head! I told him about Mr B’s dinner and he said it was OK, so long as I felt OK going there alone and all, and I said ‘sure, Daddy, Mr B is a nice man, you’ve met him and all.’
He said OK, and that he was going to go out and have some dinner and maybe catch a movie or something, and to call him if I needed a ride home or whatever. I shoo’ed him out of my bedroom and started tossing clothes and junk around trying to figure out what to wear for my seduction of Mr B.
I must have looked through about thirty skirts or dresses and stuff, and finally decided on a super sexy red mini-dress. It had a drape front that hung down and showed about eighty percent of my boobs, it was completely backless, and a tight waist with a drawstring and a big slit up one side all the way to the waistline. Basically, I couldn’t wear any underwear with it. I did find a red lace garter belt and nice stockings to wear with it, since I knew Mr B would really like the view. But no panties or bra. I was shivering with excitement as I hitched on the garter belt and slid the stockings up my legs and fastened them. The dress slid on and I checked myself out in the mirror. Wow! I wanted to fuck me! LOL!!!
The dress was really light, so a stiff breeze would flap it up all over me! I found some nice platform red heels, and a pretty gold necklace and some bracelets on each wrist finished up my outfit for the night. I splashed on a tiny bit of perfume, and some lipstick, and a little bit of eye shadow, but not too much. If I put on too much makeup, I look a little like a clown, know what I mean?
I gotta admit, I was pretty sexy looking. My boobs had really started to fill out in the last few months and I was using a C cup, and I was finally getting hips and a butt (not a big one, mind you, but it was there!) I wish I was a little taller, since I was only about four foot nine, but Daddy said I’d be getting taller soon. He said a little girl’s body can’t grow out in every direction at once, so for a while it was boobs and then it was hips and then it was legs. I laughed and smacked him when he said that, ‘cause I think he was fooling with me.
I grabbed a purse with some lipstick and a hairbrush and my cell, and went downstairs. Daddy was in his den, looking over some papers and stuff, so I came up behind his chair and wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head.
“I’m going now, Daddy, have a nice time tonight!” I said. He turned to me and whistled, making me blush.
“Wow! Sweetie, you gotta be careful – you’re going to give every man within 50 miles a stroke!” he said, beaming at me.
“Well, they can just stroke themselves!” I laughed, tossing my head and acting like a floozy. We both laughed and I hugged him again and headed out.
It was about 7:45, and getting dark, but I know my own neighborhood. I walked a couple of blocks over, and then down another street, until I got to Thompson. My heels clicked on the sidewalk as I walked, and I think a bunch of guys driving past almost drove off the road watching me. I loved it, giggling to myself. Men are so predictable. Show them a tiny little thirteen year old girl in a sexy red dress and some high heels and they almost go nuts. I guess the tops of my stockings showing as the dress flapped around in the breeze didn’t help!
I found Mr B’s house pretty easily – it was a nice looking place, a one-story brick house with a two car garage at one end, it looked like a guy’s house though, with a basketball hoop over the garage door and a pretty messy looking yard.
I was just about to ring the doorbell when the it opened up and Mr B was waiting there, smiling at me. He was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a golf shirt. He was always kinda cute, for an older guy.
“Hey honey, I’m so glad to see you!” he burst out. “Wow, you look . . . fabulous!” he beamed at me, and I blushed and smiled back. My plan was working. I glanced down at his crotch, and was rewarded by the sight of his nicely sized penis making a noticeable bulge.
“Hi, Mr B. Thanks, it’s just some old thing . . .” I said nonchalantly as he stepped back and ushered me into his house. I looked around, it was actually in pretty nice shape, not all messy like some guys. There was a living room just to the right of the front door, and I saw a nice sofa and some chairs there, and then to the left was a dining room, but the table there was piled with books and stuff, and it didn’t look like Mr B used it for dining very often. I saw the kitchen through a doorway from the dining room. I followed Mr B down the short hallway, and we passed the door into the kitchen. Off to the right a little bit down was a bigger room, that had a fireplace and a big TV and a sofa with some big cushy chairs. He motioned for me to go in.
“Would you like something to drink, soda, iced tea or . . . ?”
“Um . . iced tea, I guess”
“Sugar, lemon?”
“Yeah, ok.” I walked in and sat on the sofa, smoothing my dress down and realizing that I could feel the cool fabric on my bare skin, the dress was so short and flimsy. I toyed with my stocking tops as Mr B messed around in the kitchen, and then he walked into the room with a tall glass of iced tea, and a drink of some kind for him.
“Here you go, Julie – hope you don’t mind store bought instead of home-made.”
I took the glass and sipped it gratefully. All of a sudden, my mouth had gone dry.
“N-no, this is fine,” I said, “it’s fine.”
Mr B looked at me with that kind of look I see from lots of men, like I was raw meat and they were wolves. I quivered inside, it makes me feel all gushy when I see that.
“I must say, you look absolutely stunning.” He said, “I wish every young lady looked as sexy and beautiful as you do!” he said, putting his hand on my thigh, fingers dancing on the top of my stocking. I covered his hand with mine.
“Thanks, Mr B, I’m glad you like it. I enjoy dressing sexy, ya know?” I said, looking him in the eyes. They sparkled. For a second we just looked at each other, and somehow, we both knew what was going to happen. For as long as I’d known Mr B, I had a little crush on him and of course he was crazy about me too.
“So tell me about senior high. I guess all the boys there must be crawling all over you . . .” he said, breaking the slight tension of the moment.
“Well, yeah, but not really. I mean, they do and all, but I have a boyfriend. I mean, I hang out with Tommy and Raj and the gang, you know, like I always did, but my boyfriend is special . . . “ I let my voice trail off.
I had a sudden pang of conscience about Spence, but pushed it to the back of my mind. I liked Mr B in a special kind of way, and I knew that we weren’t anything real or permanent or anything like that, not like I was with Spence. And heck, I’ve had sex with dozens, hundreds of guys since Spence and I started going together, and he encouraged me to do it. So I wasn’t really too bad.
“His name is Spencer, he’s a really nice guy, I met him at Christmas vacation last year, and he’s just so nice. He’s handsome, and smart, and treats me really good . . .”
“Well, that’s very nice, he sounds like a nice boy. Does he go to Grant? (That’s the name of my school.)
I hesitated.
“Um. . .well, he’s 24 . .” I said, looking away a little.
I saw Mr B’s eyes widen.
“Really?” he said with a slight smile. “I didn’t think you went for . . .older men” he grinned at me and winked.
I blushed and turned back to him.
“Oh, Mr B, you know I like all kinds of guys. . . so long as they’re nice, and have pretty` . . . cocks” I said, with finality, putting my hand over the bulge in his lap.
He leaned in just then, and we kissed. It was weird – in all the times we’d met down in the basement at school, and the dozens of times I’d sucked his cock, we’d almost never kissed. I closed my eyes and let him push his tongue between my lips, and it was a nice kiss. I felt I owed Mr B something, he’d been so nice to me over the couple of years I knew him, and I liked that.
I felt his hand on one of my boobs, and I moaned. I tried talking through his tongue in my teeth.
“Ummmm. . .i wud to thuck…you” I said, pushing my boob into his hand and squeezing his penis through his slacks. As we made out, I used my other hand to pull his belt open and open his slacks, and I pulled his rapidly hardening penis out into the open air. It was as nice as I’d remembered it, long, thin, with a well cut head and nice skin. I broke from our kiss and leaned down to envelop the head in my cool mouth, laving my tongue around on the weeping glans like I knew he liked. Mr B groaned softly, and continued to palm my boob. Then I felt him loosen the neck strap on my dress, and it fell away from me.
I continued to suck at him as I leaned back and we worked our way onto the nice and wide sofa cushions. I felt my legs spread automatically, and then Mr B pulled away from me, and I was thrilled to see him head south. I held his shoulders and lightly tousled his hair as he moved to lick my wet and ready pussy.
My god he was good! I felt his tongue swipe up and down and across my lips, he knew just exactly how hard to lick and nibble and nip at me. His lips captured my clit and started sucking on it and I shivered with the pleasure he was giving me.
“Oh god Mr B that feels so good. . .” I murmured, kicking my hips up at his face. “Eat my pussy, Mr B, eat it . . .” and I sighed again and then tensed as I felt his tongue part my lips down there and invade my pussy.
“Oh . . . oh . . . oh” I panted, as a climax roiled through me and I shivered. He held me tightly by my hips and mashed his face even deeper into me, and my pelvis and hips urged him on. His tongue made friends with my pussy, and they soon became real pals. I loved the feel of him exploring around the inside of my opening right there, it felt so nice and warm.
Mr B ate me through four or five marvelous orgasms before I gasped at him.
“Enough . . enough. . .please . . .umph. . .” I croaked out hoarsely, pulling him up to my face for a wet sloppy kiss.
I felt the head of his cock at my opening, and I rocked my hips up and pushed, and he popped in several inches. He went “woooof” in my face, and I gulped and my clit caught fire. I grabbed his hips and pulled him in and the feeling as his marvelously long tube of flesh slid up into my small cave was just wonderfully filling. I have always loved the full feeling that a nice thick penis gives me and Mr B was no exception. I felt the tip of his penis smash into my cervix and a brief bolt of pain thudded into my midsection, but I knew what that feeling was, and I worked around it.
“oh my god . . .” he breathed at me, his eyes closed. I looked up into his face, and the joyous feeling I could see in it made me feel so special. I tightened my pussy around his cock, rhythmically milking at him. His eyes popped open in surprise, and he looked down at me. He was living out the fantasy of nearly every male school teacher, deep in the pussy of one of his young students, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her shaved snatch. I knew it was turning him on, and it was terribly exciting to me, too – the forbidden part of it.
We fucked like mad for several minutes, and I loved the good feelings that I could tell I was giving him, and of course, he was giving me. It doesn’t take much for me to get off when fucking, and I came a couple of times as he pounded into me.
Then I heard him. “Can I . . . should I . . .pull out. . .where. . .to cum. . .” he wheezed at me.
“Cum in me, Mr B, cum in me, it’s OK. . .” I whispered, holding him even closer as he reached his peak. I pushed up against him and he pushed down really hard, and I gasped at the sudden jolt of pain as his penis butted up into my cervix, and then I felt him shudder and I swear I heard the “sssssssssquirt” as a hot and heavy stream of his semen shot straight up into my uterus.
He groaned in pleasure, muttering “oh fuck” under his breath, and I quaked under him as I felt him tense and pulse over and over, squirting four or five strong streams up into me. We both almost passed out from the pleasure we were giving each other, I’m sure. His kisses rained down on my face as we came out of our fog.
“Oh god, honey, that was so wonderful, so wonderful . . .” he said breathlessly, sweating and dripping. I felt his softening penis jerk and twitch a few times as he pulled away, despite my feeble attempts to keep inside of me. I felt the liquid evidence of his lust begin to leak out of my undersized pussy.
“Thank you, Mr B . . .” I gasped, “it was good. But I don’t want . . “ and he realized that I was about to gush all over his nice sofa cushions.
“Oh! . . . yes . . .yes . . . hold on . . .” and he jumped up and ran to the kitchen, his penis flopping kind of comically out of his slacks, which he’d never even had the time to slip off.
He rushed back in with a towel as I sat up, trying to rearrange my clothes and keep all of his sperms from leaking out of me. I swiped at my pussy, capturing globs of it between two fingers, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them dry. Mr B just sort of sat there looking at me with a mixture of amazement and exhaustion.
“My god Julie, you are without a doubt the most . . .exciting young girl I’ve ever known” he breathed as he watched scoop all of his sperm out of my channel and suck it off my fingers. I grinned and smiled at him.
“Well, it’s your fault – you taught me!” I giggled. “Hey, I’m hungry! What’s for dinner!” I chuckled.
Dinner was nice – he had already cooked up some pot roast and potatoes with rice and a green salad I was impressed, and told him so.
“Well, it’s not much. I like cooking for my friends, and this was especially nice.” He went on to tell me the real reason he invited me to dinner.
“Jules, I have some news for you, I hope you’ll take it well. I mean, I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now . . .-“ and he stopped.
“What? What is it, Mr B?” I questioned.
“Well, I’ve been offered a teaching position at Grandview College in Omaha, and I think I’m going to take it. I’ll be moving there during the summer. . .” and his voice trailed off. He could see the cloud of sadness that suddenly came over me. I almost burst out in tears. He’d be over a thousand miles away.
“Oh, Mr B! – “ and I stopped. I was happy for him, but as his news sank in I knew I’d miss him, even though we hadn’t seen each other very much since I’d graduated from middle school. “–that’s . . . great!” I said, trying to sound happy for him.
“I just wanted you to know that I’ll really, really miss you, Julie, you’re an amazing young lady, and I’ve enjoyed every minute I’ve spent with you, both in class and out.” he said, solemnly.
“Me too, Mr. B. You’re my favorite teacher ever!” I said honestly.
We were cleaning up the dishes from dinner and I followed him into the kitchen.
“Just toss them in the sink, I’ll take care of it all tomorrow” he said, taking the plates from me and turning to shoo me out of the kitchen.
In a few minutes, he followed me into the living room with another iced tea for me and a beer for him.
“Mr B?” I turned to him as he sat next to me.
“Yes, Julie, what is it?”
“I want to have you one last time. I want to give you the very best blowjob I possibly can, and I want you to cum right into my tummy so I have you in me forever.” I whispered gently, looking at him with eyes moist with tears. “I want you to always be a part of me . . .”
“Oh you sweet young lady, that would be very, very special” he answered, kissing the top of my head. I melted inside. He was so sweet.
I pushed him back against the sofa cushions, and dropped to my knees between his spread thighs, hiking my dress up so I could move around. I reached up and undid his belt, and pulled his slacks and briefs down, pulling each leg through until he was naked from the waist down. I looked at his soft penis, and it slowly started to harden and lengthen under my gaze. I reached for it. The aroma of our coupling wafted up to my nose and I inhaled our sexual scent.
“Your penis is very sweet, Mr B. I owe ever so much to you for teaching me how to deep throat and all. . .” I spoke softly, turning his penis back and forth in my hand as it hardened fully.
I kissed the tip tenderly and with honest love. My lips pursed to adhere to the flared ridge and I let my tongue dance across the top, feeling the opening there. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the feelings I had for Mr B and dropped my mouth down over the first few inches of his penis. Slobbering wetly, I let my saliva lube his shaft as I started sucking strongly, in and out, the top half of his cock. I let my hands and fingertips gently massage and roll his balls around in their sack, willing them to build up a nice big load of semen, the last load I’d probably ever get from him. As I sucked him, I thought back to the first time we’d met in the basement storage room back when I was in eighth grade, and he taught me how to deep throat, and then the dozens of times we did it again, over and over, as eighth and then ninth grade, passed. And the party at his friend’s house, where I had my first blow-bang. Every single time was nice, and I really did care for Mr B quite a bit. After Spencer and Daddy, he was my favorite grown up man, and I tried my best to convey that to him as I sucked his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat.
I closed my eyes and just concentrated on giving Mr B the best and most enjoyable blowjob and orgasm I possibly could. I started going deeper and deeper on his penis, until the tip banged wetly against the back of my throat. I still had my right hand gently cradling his balls, rolling them around, mixing the sperms together. I pushed and pushed, feeling his tip nudge against the back of my throat, and then I took a deep breath through my nose and swallowed and pushed down, and I felt his penis ‘pop’ through my gag reflex and angle down past my tonsils. I pushed farther and farther, and my nose nuzzled at his soft nest of hair and belly. I gulped and swallowed again, holding my position as long as I could, and then, gasping, saliva and spit flowing past my lips, I pulled up, drawing in a lungful of air.
“GGGaaaaacccKKKKK!” my mouth and throat made a very unladylike noise as his stone-hard penis came up out of my throat. I drooled from my mouth, his precum tasting like that salty treat I’d known so well in the past. I looked up at him, his eyes were boring into me like lasers.
I opened, and pushed my head back down onto him again, this time not stopping as his tip bent and pointed down into my tummy. I gulped and swallowed, then came up, and then back down, and I just started pistoning my head up and down all the way, deep throating his entire penis shaft every time, like he’d taught me so long ago, swallowing on each downstroke, rubbing and sliding my hand up his shaft as I came up, over and over, time after time after time. The wet sound of my sucking echoed through the room, and my mind shut off and all I saw, all I had, all I knew, was penis, his Penis, the object of my complete attention. I had only one job, one mission in life, at this moment, and that was to make Mr B have his most memorable orgasm and spill his sperms into my stomach.
Over and over, long minutes of sucking, his hard, wet shaft bulling over and over into my mouth, past my lips and tongue, to bend and slide into the top of my throat. I knew my mouth and jaw would be sore, my throat sore and scratchy. I was so completely consumed with my sucking that the orgasm that suddenly snuck up on me and rattled through my pussy took me by surprise. I moaned and whimpered and quivered as my body celebrated my love and affection for Mr B by giving me a very nice feeling, my clitty felt alive and sparks of electricity radiated out of it into my brain and my nipples. Or maybe they went from my brain to my clit, I don’t know. All I know is that I whimpered and shook, and I felt Mr B’s hand on the back of my head pushing hard, and he tensed and his legs got stiff, and then I felt the strong pulse of his first cum shot travel up the length of his penis, across my lower lip and tongue, and then the tip of his penis swelled in my throat and I felt the hot, wet surge of a huge blast of his warm semen fly out, coating my throat and sliding down into my tummy.
I gurgled and moaned around the stiff tube of meat down my throat, and Mr B tensed again and I felt his penis pulse all the way from my lower lip to my throat. He muttered something I couldn’t hear, and his hand pressed on the back of my head, and I swallowed the second big glob of his sperm. His legs tensed again, and he shook all over and a third big load squirted out of his penis and into my soul.
Then it was just a series of little after-shocks, tremors that passed through his hips and legs and traveled out through the length of his cock into my mouth. I sucked strongly, as hard as I could, my cheeks hollowing around his shaft, pulling every little last sperm up out of his body and into mine, until there was nothing left, and he groaned and pushed my head up and away from him gently.
“No more . . .no more . . . fuck . . .so good . . . so good” he whispered. I just sat there on my thighs, submissively, letting his penis shudder and slowly shrink, bathing it with my spit, cleaning it lovingly as it came up and out of my mouth one last time, I kissed it tenderly over and over, trying to convey my love and affection and fondness for Mr B as best I could.
He reached down then, his hands under my armpits, and pulled me up, to wetly kiss me right on the mouth. I let his tongue dance across my teeth.
“ummmm . . . that was so good, sweetie, sooooo good” he murmured, and I felt all warm and gooey inside. My pussy was leaking his stuff, still, and now I had another load warming my tummy. "You're the kind of student every teacher dreams about. The one they know is destined for greater things and they can help guide to their destiny, help turn into the greatest little cock sucker ever!"
“I’m g-g-going to m-miss you, Mr B” I croaked, trying vainly to not let the tears come.
He just held me then, and we didn’t have to say a word. I sobbed for a moment but then it passed. I was happy for him, but also sad, you know how you get when someone you like is going away, and it’s good for them but bad for you.
After a few minutes, we both gradually composed ourselves, and I said I had to leave, it was getting late – almost eleven. We stood up, and I hugged Mr B. My clothes were all twisted around, I had to lift up my dress and straighten my garter straps, one had even come undone in the back, and I let Mr B re-attach it. He fixed the snap, and tightened it just a bit and then leaned in to kiss my right butt cheek.
He walked me to do the door. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” he asked, kindly. I knew he would have if I’d nodded yes.
“N-no, please, I want to walk, it- it’ll make me feel better, please Mr B. I’ll be fine, it’s only a few blocks, and I know this neighborhood.”
We hugged one last time, and he promised to send me an email when he knew his new address, but somehow I knew I’d probably never see him again. I started to hitch again, and I wanted to get out of there before I started bawling like a little baby.
I ran out the door without even glancing back, my heels tapping on the sidewalk, echoing in the warm night air. It was still and silent, all you could hear was some bugs and frogs and stuff in the trees. I walked down the block and turned the corner towards my street.
Chapter
35 - Betsy asks for Help
A couple of days later, I was sitting in my Honors English class listening to Mr Bellows drone on about Jane Austen, when one of the other girls in my class, Betsy Armistead, passed a note over to me. (Yeah, I know. Old school…lol)
‘j – i kinda like brian m. shud i ask him 2 go out?’
I grinned and looked over at her and she blushed red. Betsy was cute, a blonde with an upturned nose and a nice smile, and huge boobs (jealous!!) but she was woefully undereducated. I think her parents were really strict with her and had only just recently let her go out on dates by herself. I guess she thought I was a kindred soul, since I didn’t really socialize all that much with the kids my age any more. It had been months since I’d met Tommy and the gang back in the woods, now that they all had their own girlfriends to take the edge off, and I was usually out with Spence whenever I had any free weekends. But Betsy was pretty shy, I thought, and probably had no idea how to deal with boys. But I knew Brian Mackenzie, the guy she was talking about. He was part of my regular group, I’d sucked him dozens of times. He was a good guy, always appreciative. He had a nice penis, not too long or too big, and tended to shoot a huge amount, which I always liked to swallow. He’d be a good match for Bets, I thought to myself.
I mouthed “after class, hallway” over to her and she nodded and smiled shyly at me. I spent the rest of the class scheming about what I could do with her.
Finally the bell rang, and I grabbed my backpack and headed out the classroom door with the other kids. I turned right and walked down a few feet and then waited for Betsy to show. As usual, she was last one out of the class.
“Oh my gosh Julie did you get my note!” she gushed.
“Yeah, yeah, of course I did. Brian’s a nice guy, I guess-” I grinned at her. “Does he make you wet?”
She went beet red. “Of course not! I mean, I like him and all, but . . .” and she stopped for a moment. “I don’t think he even notices me. I mean, I’m just so plain and all-“
I shook my head. “Oh, girl, you need some work. You should have guys climbing all over you!”
“Well, that’s why I need you, Jules. I mean, you’re about the smartest girl in school, and you’re always so pretty and . . . and . . . sexy looking. . .” and she kind of trailed off and looked down. “I mean, I’d never be able to wear . . –“ and she pointed at my skirt and heels, “- that kind of stuff.”
“Shoot, girl, you’d look great! I mean, your boobs are twice the size of mine, and your butt is –“ and I reached out to turn her a little bit for emphasis, “-not so bad”, laughing. “Look, let’s go to my house after school – just call your Mom and tell her.”
“Are you sure?” ‘Jeeze, my work is cut out for me with this chick’ I remember thinking. ‘She’s thirteen and she still calls mommy for permission?’
“Yeah, don’t have a cow, Bets. We’ll get you fixed up nice and proper, ok?”
I touched her arm and smiled at her. Three hours later, we were sitting on my bed. Daddy wasn’t home yet, of course, so we had the house to ourselves.
“Ok, Bets. First off, ya gotta start to dress better. Guys just aren’t going to notice you if you dress like my old maiden aunt, right?”
She nodded.
“I mean, look at me. You never see me in sweatpants or stuff like that in school, do ya?”
She shook her head.
“And look, you do like boys, right? And you want to be popular, right?”
She nodded again. “Oh yeah, Jules. I mean, sometimes I lay there at night and . . . and . . .”
“I know. Do you touch –“
“Oh my NO!” she almost shrieked. “My parents would kill me –“
“What! You’ve never . . . at all? Ever?” I couldn’t hardly believe it.
“No . . .” she shook her head, a frown creasing her forehead, and she looked around like she was expecting someone to jump out at her from the closet or something. I could see I had my work cut out for me.
“Ok, first off, you’ve gotta. Trust me, orgasms are the greatest thing ever. You can have ‘em over and over too, if you’re good at it. I mean, really, ya know, why would we have ‘em if you can’t enjoy ‘em?” I had to go on convincing her for about ten minutes before she finally relented and said she wanted to try to have one.
“Ok, look, let’s do this. Let’s get undressed, and I’ll show you how to do it, ok?” and she got all green for a second. So then I had to spend the next ten minutes telling her that it was OK for girls to have fun with other girls, too, just like with guys.
“But isn’t . . .isn’t that like, queer or something?”
“Bets, you’ve let them brainwash you. You gotta get away from that, girl. Look, it’s OK, whatever two people do with each other, to have fun and be together, if it doesn’t hurt anybody, what’s wrong with that? God never said you couldn’t have fun, right?”
“But . . . um – “ and before she could say anything more, I leaned and and grabbed her head, and kissed her smack on the lips. She struggled for a second, but I held on and wouldn’t let her go. I stuck my tongue onto her lips and gradually forced my way in, until we were swapping spit like mad. I could feel her squirm and struggle, and then start to go “ummmmmm” as we kissed. I reached up and grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed. She moaned, and I pushed her back and took over.
She was wearing jeans and a top, so it wasn’t long before I was able to unsnap her jeans and pull the top out of her waist. I reached up under it with one hand and felt her bra, it felt like some kind of medieval armor or something. She had both her hands holding my arm, and I guess she didn’t know whether to pull my hand away from her boobs, or push it on harder.
Meanwhile, I was trying to get her jeans unsnapped with only one hand, which isn’t all that easy, if you’ve ever tried it. I finally got it undone, though and managed to slide my hand down under the waistband of her panties and start to feel around down there. Of course, the first thing I came across was what felt like a Brillo pad of her pubes.
I grunted, took my hand off her boob and grabbed her jeans around her hips, I struggled to wriggle them down off her butt. She whimpered a little bit, but raised her hips and let me pull them off, and I just kept pulling until her legs were bare, and I tossed her jeans off the bed. I could see the dark blonde patch of her pubes even through the big white granny panties she had on.
“Ok, girl, first thing we gotta do is clean you up!” I giggled, and I pulled her up off the bed and literally dragged her into Daddy’s big bathroom.
“First, get those ugly panties off, and jump up here on the sink, girl, we’re gonna shave you like a baby!” I grinned at her.
“What? No, what? Shaved? Like, no hair?”
“Yep, shaved like no hair. Don’t you think it’s gross?” I asked her as she wriggled out of her panties and then sat up on the big sink vanity.
“Well, I don’t know. I guess so, maybe.” She fidgeted on the cool tile, and I ran some hot water into the sink.
“Spread ‘em” I said with a smile, as I pushed her thighs apart. Her blonde pubes were a bit darker than her hair, so maybe the drapes didn’t exactly match the carpet, as they say. Doesn’t matter. Pretty soon, there’d be no carpeting, just slippery vinyl. I got the sink full of warm water and started splashing it up on her pussy hair, and then lathered her up with some of my Daddy’s shave cream. When I had her good and lathered, I started sliding one of my old Lady Gillettes down over her mound, taking the worst of it off in a few minutes, using more lather and hot water when I needed to. I pushed back on her tummy to get her to lean back and open up when I needed to get in there and get close, and it took me a while, but I finally got her pretty well trimmed down. She’d been breathing kinda heavy the whole time and giving a little squeak now and then when the razor stroked her pussy lips. I guess having another girl down there in her “naughty parts” was too new to her.
Splashing her crotch with water, I cleaned her off and finally patted her down with a towel.
“There. Much better, doncha’ think?” I said, handing her a mirror so she could take a good look. She seemed fascinated. I rubbed a little bit of baby oil on her mound just to help her adjust.
“Wow! That’s me? Really . . . ?” she murmured.
“Yeah.” I said, helping her down off the sink. I pulled her back in to my bedroom and shoved her backwards onto my bed.
“JULES!” she shrieked, laughing, as I jumped in between her legs and pushed her thighs apart. I bent my face into her, inhaling her scent, partly shave cream but mostly teenage girl. I took a tentative lick along one side of her pussy. She moaned and I felt her put one hand on the back of my head.
I grabbed her clitty with my lips and started tonguing it back and forth, and she quivered and shook and within about twenty seconds her hips started bucking up and down in my face and she was grunting and groaning and then she clamped down on my head with her thighs. Her body tightened up like a bow and she raised her hips up off the bed until I nearly had to stand up to keep my mouth around her pussy. Then she screamed out loud and came back down and her whole body was vibrating, so I kept at her, licking her pussy lips up and down and pushing my tongue up into her as far as I could. Her twat was so tiny and tight. I kept eating her through at least two more hard orgasms until she finally gasped “stop,stop!” at me and pushed my head away. I gradually pulled away and turned my face to wipe my wet mouth on the inside of her thigh, and then came up her body and kissed her nose. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy kind of look on her face.
“Hmmmm.. ?” I nuzzled her neck.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned back at me, and I took that for pleasure.
After a minute or two her breathing slowed down to normal and quieted. She had a hold of my hand in hers, and her grip was pretty tight.
“What’d I tell ya?” I grinned down at her.
“My gosh . . . that was . . .incredible. Do they always . . . feel like . . . that?” she stuttered.
I looked down at her face. So beautiful and innocent, like a happy little girl. “Well, no – sometimes they’re better!“ I smiled. I pulled up her top and we wriggled her out of it and I unhooked her bra, so she was now finally naked, except for her socks. I stood up next to the bed and quickly shimmied out of my dress and bra, and jumped back in the bed with her. I leaned on my side, my elbow on the pillow and held up the side of my head with my hand, our faces inches apart.
“Bets, having orgasms is just fun. It’s natural. It’s how your body reacts to sexual stimulus. There is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with having one, or two or however many you can. I learned long ago to give myself as many as possible, and trust me, sometimes you just go off and the whole universe is like a giant firecracker and you think you’re going to die, you feel so good. It’s great!” I gushed at her. I was idly toying with her left nipple, and then I took her hand and moved it down to my pussy, and I showed her how to play.
Five minutes later I had her face-to-crotch, in a 69 position, and I was busily lapping at her untouched folds, and she was tentatively licking me, but she seemed to be getting bolder. I hunched down at her and after a few minutes, we found a nice rhythm. She didn't know what she was doing, but maybe that's why I exploded, gushing girl juices all over her face, and she grunted and flipped her hips up my face a few moments later.
Bets and I spent the next hour exploring each other's body, and I educated her on the advantages of being a teenaged girl.
“It never hurts to look sexy and attractive. Boys love it, trust me. Other girls might not, and sometimes they’ll call you a slut and stuff, but just ignore them. They’re jealous of your freedom. You shouldn’t care what they think, as long as you love what you're doing, ok?”
She nodded, unsure, but now that I’d shown her how good it feels to be a girl, I think won her over.
“Now, clothes. First off, you have a bitchin’ bod, girl, use it. Don’t be ashamed to show it. When you want to catch someone’s attention, ya gotta use the right packaging. Keep those skirts and dresses short, show your legs, learn how to walk in high heels, you know, all that sexy stuff they tell us not to do.”
She gulped.
I went on to explain about stockings and how I learned to wear them instead of pantyhose and all, and she was a little reluctant about that, but I decided to work on that later with her. She seemed fascinated by my nipple jewelry, so we talked about that for a while. She had good sized boobs, firm C cups probably, half again bigger than mine at the moment. I told her to emphasize them, they were guaranteed boy magnets.
I even took her over to my closet and I showed her some of my outfits that I couldn’t wear to school, like the tiny plaid micro-mini skit that was only about five inches long and barely covered my pussy, and a couple of my WickedWeasel swimsuits, and my slutty dresses and stuff that Daddy and Mr Alex and Spence had bought me over the last couple of years. She was fascinated by it all. I let her try on some of the skirts, since they fit her ok, it was only the smaller tops that I had that wouldn’t go over her boobs well. She looked great when she squeezed into the bigger ones, though.
I did take out an old tee shirt of mine that I’d gotten from Spence, it was an XXXL and sometimes I used it for sleepwear. I told her to put it on, and let it drape down over her boobs, and showed her how, when I cut the bottom off and let it hang, it showed some underboob, and she went nuts over how hot it made her look. She loved the idea of a crop top.
She wore the same size shoe as me, so I let her put some heels on and practice. I was flabbergasted that here she was, 13 years old, and had never had high heels on! I started her off on small two-inchers, and let her get used to how to stand and walk with her hips and tushy swaying. She picked it up pretty fast. I got her up to three-inches and even gave her an old pair I had for practice.
She picked up one of my garter belts and felt the smooth lace and silk between her fingers. Her brow furrowed.
“Jules, these things look kinda odd, but they feel nice. I just can’t believe you wear them all the time!” She looked at me. “I thought they were just for, like, hookers and sluts . . .”
“Bullshit, babe. Lotsa girls wear them. And why do ya think hookers and porn stars wear ‘em? To feel and be sexy, ya dope! But not all the time. Sometimes, I just wear thigh-highs, they stay up by themselves, ya know? But if I wanna feel really sexy and all, I put on stockings. Believe me, there’s nothing so cool as feeling nice, smooth nylon on your legs, and the feel of the belt around your waist and knowing that you’re wearing just the sexiest kind of stuff that’s kinda wicked.”
I paused, looking at her with my eyes shining.
“Ya wanna try one?”
She looked at me with a combination of desire, fear, and awe in her eyes.
Then she raised her eyebrows and nodded.
I dug around in my bureau for one of my nicer belts, and pulled out a really comfy, well-made white lace number with cute panels and a big, wide main belt part, with four smooth satin suspender belts hanging down, with metal clips. I turned and held it out to her.
“That’s . . . beautiful” she breathed, her eyes moistening.
I knelt behind her and fastened it just above the cute little cleft in her butt, and got it positioned right.
“They sit up around your waist, like this, not down on your hips like a thong or whatever, ya know?”
She sighed. “Ummhumm. It feels. . . weird, I guess. What about panties? Where do they go?”
“Well, if ya even wear any,“ - and I grinned at her, - “you should put them on over your garterbelt, so you can go pee without unhooking everything, see”
I grabbed her hips and spun her around, pulling lightly on the suspender straps and fussing with her.
“See, here’s what makes a garter belt so cool looking – see how it hangs down and frames your coochie? And the other straps in the back go down over your butt cheeks.” I pointed her at my big mirror that went from the floor all the way to my ceiling. She gasped.
“Cute, right?”
“Yeah, I guess." She was blushing. "Now what?”
“Now comes stockings. They come in all colors and styles, from plain old natural skin tone, to patterns and all sorts of stuff. I usually just wear nude, black, white or red, or something simple. But ya wanna make sure you get good ones. The cheapos that you buy from WallyWorld or crap like that are junk, they’ll get runners right away.”
Betsy kept nodding at me.
“The good thing about stockings, is like, if you get a runner, you only hafta throw away one leg – not like ugly pantyhose where you wasted the whole thing, right?”
I rummaged around and found a nice pair of white stockings that I’d worn a few times, they had a nice heel and toe and a cute lacey top, even though they weren’t stay-ups. I pulled her over to the bed, and sat her down, and showed her how to roll the stocking up, and then put it over the toes of one foot and pull it up, slowly.
“Ya gotta watch your fingernails, just do it slow and smooth. Part of it is feelin’ how sexy an’ smooth it is as you roll ‘em up your leg.” I helped her get one of them up her leg.”
“You want to pull it up as far as it goes – at least halfway between your kneecap and the top of your thigh, see?” and I showed her how to pull it up to the right spot.
“Then, you fasten the front clip-“, and I showed her how to bunch up a bit of the top and get the clip fastened right, “-and then kinda bend around and fasten the back one. That’s a little tougher.”
I couldn't resist brushing my fingers lightly over her bottom as I showed her how to fasten the rear clip. “Now, you do the other leg.” And I watched her do it. She was extra careful as she rolled the stocking up her bare leg, and I was surprised at how sexy it was to watch her do it. I beamed as she fastened both clips without any fuss, and then stood and twirled around, looking at herself in the mirror. She glanced at me with wide eyes.
“Wow! I can’t believe, like, how cool they look! It’s really neat!” she gushed. “I never thought I’d look sexy or anything!”
“Go up on your tip toes, like you were wearing heels, and you’ll see what they do to your legs and butt.” She did, she went up like a ballerina, and then looked over her shoulder at her image in the mirror.
“Ooooh jeeze Jules! No wonder you like ‘em!” she grinned. I slipped her feet into a pair of my black heels and she spent the next ten minutes posing, primping, and prancing around like she was getting ready for the Victoria’s Secret runway. I felt so good for her, she’d been so unsure of herself, with shyness and low esteem, and now she looked ready to take on the world. She still looked a little unsure and shy, but with the garter belt, stockings, high heels, and a cropped tee shirt she looked more and more like she could carry it off.
We talked about some of the boys in school, she wanted to know all about them, and I guess she thought I was as good a source as any. I told her how most of them were OK, but they were just as shy and unsure and geeky as she was, but that if she really liked a guy, it was OK to tell him. And then I told her the most important thing.
“Guys think with their dicks. They can’t help it. You can use that fact to be in control. All you have to do is think with your pussy.”
She blushed red again. Then she leaned in to whisper to me conspiratorially.
“I saw Roger Davis’s thingy once. He showed it to a bunch of us girls in 6th grade!”
I made a face.
“Thingy? That’s what you call it!” I laughed. “C’mon, what’re you, nine? It’s a cock. Or a dick.”
She got even redder. “JULES!” and we both dissolved into giggle-fits for a minute.
“Hey, it’s fun to use those words” I finished up when we composed ourselves a few minutes later. I went on to explain “-no guy is going to feel sexy if you said ‘hey buddy, please put your penis in my vagina, ok?’” and we started laughing again.
“But aren’t they kind of . . . gross? Boy’s . . . pen- . . . cocks?” she said looking very serious at me.
“Nah, not really. Some of them are really . . .-“ and I stopped for a second. “-beautiful.”
“What about that skin at the end?” I wasn’t sure what she was talking about for a sec and then I realized that Roger Davis must have been uncircumcised when he waggled it at her.
“Silly – that just means he’s not circumcised” and then I had to go into a whole thing about how some guys are trimmed back when they’re born and some aren’t and that whole thing.
“I like them cut – I think the head looks cute, and it’s a lot nicer feeling in your mouth” and of course when I said that, Betsy just about had a bird.
“You- . . .your MOUTH!” she shrieked. "You put a boy's thing… cock… in your MOUTH?"
“You wouldn’t believe it!” I breathed. I didn’t want to go into too much detail about my history, until I was sure I could trust her – and I certainly wasn’t about to tell her about Daddy and Spence and all.
“Well, a couple of times, yeah-“
“Who! Who! Who! You have to tell me, Jules!” she asked, seriously.
“No way. But I’ll say this – once you’ve got your mouth on his cock, a guy will do anything, I mean ANYTHING, for you. It’s the key to your whole relationship.”
Once again, Betsy’s eyes were wide as saucers.
“Ya gotta tell me Jules, what’s it like? I mean... did he ...did you...I kinda thought about it a little…“
She confessed that she’d sometimes daydreamed about sucking a guy's cock. I found it hard to believe, her being so innocent and all, but I guess she heard about it somewhere. It's kinda hard not to these days.
“You know, having a guy just hold my head and shove his . . .thing into my mouth over and over . .”
That was it, now. She was a little slutty after all, kinda just like me.
Just then I heard the front door open and close, meaning Daddy was home. I had to get Bets out of here, I needed to jump his bones badly, and couldn’t do it with her here.
“Is that your father?” she asked. “I think he’s cute, for an old guy.” She confessed with a little smile.
I could see why – her parents were both at least 10 years older than Daddy, in fact I bet her father had to be at least 60. She always said she was an “accident." No wonder she felt so awkward and unwanted. Everything was starting to fall into place now.
I said, “Quick, put your pants and top back on, you can keep the stuff underneath for now.” And she looked really grateful. We got her composed, dressed back up like some kind of Mormon or whatever, and went downstairs.
I found Daddy in the kitchen. “Daddy, this is Betsy – she needed some help with . . . fashion” I said with a little wink to her. She turned beet red again and kinda stammered ‘hello’ and then almost ran out the door. I followed her and grabbed her arm before she ran off.
“Tomorrow. In school. Wear a dress for gosh sakes, and I dare you to wear the stockings!” and we both giggled again, and she headed home.
Back inside, I went into talk to Daddy.
“She’s so backwards, Daddy. Her mom and dad won’t hardly even let her date or anything, and she’s got the ugliest clothes to wear.”
“Well, that’s too bad, sweetie. I hope you’re helping her out?” he said.
“Yeah. Ummmm, she thinks you’re cute, too!” I said, smiling at him.
After dinner, we were in the family room watching TV. I was laying across the sofa, with my head in Daddy’s lap, gently sucking on the tip of his penis, and he was stroking my hair. I had on a pair of satin boy-shorts and that was it.
“Daddy?” I said, stopping for a minute, swallowing a little bit of per-cum, and looking sideways up at his handsome face.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Would you mind if I told Bets about us?”
He stiffened. Not down there, I mean. I mean, his whole body went rigid, and his hand tightened on my head.
“You didn’t-“
“No! No!” I hurriedly said, “I’ve never told anyone Daddy, I swear!” I said.
“OK, I believe you, baby, I believe you. But I don’t think it would be a good idea to tell her, you never know about someone. If she ever slipped . . .”
And of course he didn’t have to finish. I knew how much trouble he could get in.
I just dipped my head and put his penis back in my mouth, and got back to my job.
A couple of days later, I was sitting in my Honors English class listening to Mr Bellows drone on about Jane Austen, when one of the other girls in my class, Betsy Armistead, passed a note over to me. (Yeah, I know. Old school…lol)
‘j – i kinda like brian m. shud i ask him 2 go out?’
I grinned and looked over at her and she blushed red. Betsy was cute, a blonde with an upturned nose and a nice smile, and huge boobs (jealous!!) but she was woefully undereducated. I think her parents were really strict with her and had only just recently let her go out on dates by herself. I guess she thought I was a kindred soul, since I didn’t really socialize all that much with the kids my age any more. It had been months since I’d met Tommy and the gang back in the woods, now that they all had their own girlfriends to take the edge off, and I was usually out with Spence whenever I had any free weekends. But Betsy was pretty shy, I thought, and probably had no idea how to deal with boys. But I knew Brian Mackenzie, the guy she was talking about. He was part of my regular group, I’d sucked him dozens of times. He was a good guy, always appreciative. He had a nice penis, not too long or too big, and tended to shoot a huge amount, which I always liked to swallow. He’d be a good match for Bets, I thought to myself.
I mouthed “after class, hallway” over to her and she nodded and smiled shyly at me. I spent the rest of the class scheming about what I could do with her.
Finally the bell rang, and I grabbed my backpack and headed out the classroom door with the other kids. I turned right and walked down a few feet and then waited for Betsy to show. As usual, she was last one out of the class.
“Oh my gosh Julie did you get my note!” she gushed.
“Yeah, yeah, of course I did. Brian’s a nice guy, I guess-” I grinned at her. “Does he make you wet?”
She went beet red. “Of course not! I mean, I like him and all, but . . .” and she stopped for a moment. “I don’t think he even notices me. I mean, I’m just so plain and all-“
I shook my head. “Oh, girl, you need some work. You should have guys climbing all over you!”
“Well, that’s why I need you, Jules. I mean, you’re about the smartest girl in school, and you’re always so pretty and . . . and . . . sexy looking. . .” and she kind of trailed off and looked down. “I mean, I’d never be able to wear . . –“ and she pointed at my skirt and heels, “- that kind of stuff.”
“Shoot, girl, you’d look great! I mean, your boobs are twice the size of mine, and your butt is –“ and I reached out to turn her a little bit for emphasis, “-not so bad”, laughing. “Look, let’s go to my house after school – just call your Mom and tell her.”
“Are you sure?” ‘Jeeze, my work is cut out for me with this chick’ I remember thinking. ‘She’s thirteen and she still calls mommy for permission?’
“Yeah, don’t have a cow, Bets. We’ll get you fixed up nice and proper, ok?”
I touched her arm and smiled at her. Three hours later, we were sitting on my bed. Daddy wasn’t home yet, of course, so we had the house to ourselves.
“Ok, Bets. First off, ya gotta start to dress better. Guys just aren’t going to notice you if you dress like my old maiden aunt, right?”
She nodded.
“I mean, look at me. You never see me in sweatpants or stuff like that in school, do ya?”
She shook her head.
“And look, you do like boys, right? And you want to be popular, right?”
She nodded again. “Oh yeah, Jules. I mean, sometimes I lay there at night and . . . and . . .”
“I know. Do you touch –“
“Oh my NO!” she almost shrieked. “My parents would kill me –“
“What! You’ve never . . . at all? Ever?” I couldn’t hardly believe it.
“No . . .” she shook her head, a frown creasing her forehead, and she looked around like she was expecting someone to jump out at her from the closet or something. I could see I had my work cut out for me.
“Ok, first off, you’ve gotta. Trust me, orgasms are the greatest thing ever. You can have ‘em over and over too, if you’re good at it. I mean, really, ya know, why would we have ‘em if you can’t enjoy ‘em?” I had to go on convincing her for about ten minutes before she finally relented and said she wanted to try to have one.
“Ok, look, let’s do this. Let’s get undressed, and I’ll show you how to do it, ok?” and she got all green for a second. So then I had to spend the next ten minutes telling her that it was OK for girls to have fun with other girls, too, just like with guys.
“But isn’t . . .isn’t that like, queer or something?”
“Bets, you’ve let them brainwash you. You gotta get away from that, girl. Look, it’s OK, whatever two people do with each other, to have fun and be together, if it doesn’t hurt anybody, what’s wrong with that? God never said you couldn’t have fun, right?”
“But . . . um – “ and before she could say anything more, I leaned and and grabbed her head, and kissed her smack on the lips. She struggled for a second, but I held on and wouldn’t let her go. I stuck my tongue onto her lips and gradually forced my way in, until we were swapping spit like mad. I could feel her squirm and struggle, and then start to go “ummmmmm” as we kissed. I reached up and grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed. She moaned, and I pushed her back and took over.
She was wearing jeans and a top, so it wasn’t long before I was able to unsnap her jeans and pull the top out of her waist. I reached up under it with one hand and felt her bra, it felt like some kind of medieval armor or something. She had both her hands holding my arm, and I guess she didn’t know whether to pull my hand away from her boobs, or push it on harder.
Meanwhile, I was trying to get her jeans unsnapped with only one hand, which isn’t all that easy, if you’ve ever tried it. I finally got it undone, though and managed to slide my hand down under the waistband of her panties and start to feel around down there. Of course, the first thing I came across was what felt like a Brillo pad of her pubes.
I grunted, took my hand off her boob and grabbed her jeans around her hips, I struggled to wriggle them down off her butt. She whimpered a little bit, but raised her hips and let me pull them off, and I just kept pulling until her legs were bare, and I tossed her jeans off the bed. I could see the dark blonde patch of her pubes even through the big white granny panties she had on.
“Ok, girl, first thing we gotta do is clean you up!” I giggled, and I pulled her up off the bed and literally dragged her into Daddy’s big bathroom.
“First, get those ugly panties off, and jump up here on the sink, girl, we’re gonna shave you like a baby!” I grinned at her.
“What? No, what? Shaved? Like, no hair?”
“Yep, shaved like no hair. Don’t you think it’s gross?” I asked her as she wriggled out of her panties and then sat up on the big sink vanity.
“Well, I don’t know. I guess so, maybe.” She fidgeted on the cool tile, and I ran some hot water into the sink.
“Spread ‘em” I said with a smile, as I pushed her thighs apart. Her blonde pubes were a bit darker than her hair, so maybe the drapes didn’t exactly match the carpet, as they say. Doesn’t matter. Pretty soon, there’d be no carpeting, just slippery vinyl. I got the sink full of warm water and started splashing it up on her pussy hair, and then lathered her up with some of my Daddy’s shave cream. When I had her good and lathered, I started sliding one of my old Lady Gillettes down over her mound, taking the worst of it off in a few minutes, using more lather and hot water when I needed to. I pushed back on her tummy to get her to lean back and open up when I needed to get in there and get close, and it took me a while, but I finally got her pretty well trimmed down. She’d been breathing kinda heavy the whole time and giving a little squeak now and then when the razor stroked her pussy lips. I guess having another girl down there in her “naughty parts” was too new to her.
Splashing her crotch with water, I cleaned her off and finally patted her down with a towel.
“There. Much better, doncha’ think?” I said, handing her a mirror so she could take a good look. She seemed fascinated. I rubbed a little bit of baby oil on her mound just to help her adjust.
“Wow! That’s me? Really . . . ?” she murmured.
“Yeah.” I said, helping her down off the sink. I pulled her back in to my bedroom and shoved her backwards onto my bed.
“JULES!” she shrieked, laughing, as I jumped in between her legs and pushed her thighs apart. I bent my face into her, inhaling her scent, partly shave cream but mostly teenage girl. I took a tentative lick along one side of her pussy. She moaned and I felt her put one hand on the back of my head.
I grabbed her clitty with my lips and started tonguing it back and forth, and she quivered and shook and within about twenty seconds her hips started bucking up and down in my face and she was grunting and groaning and then she clamped down on my head with her thighs. Her body tightened up like a bow and she raised her hips up off the bed until I nearly had to stand up to keep my mouth around her pussy. Then she screamed out loud and came back down and her whole body was vibrating, so I kept at her, licking her pussy lips up and down and pushing my tongue up into her as far as I could. Her twat was so tiny and tight. I kept eating her through at least two more hard orgasms until she finally gasped “stop,stop!” at me and pushed my head away. I gradually pulled away and turned my face to wipe my wet mouth on the inside of her thigh, and then came up her body and kissed her nose. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy kind of look on her face.
“Hmmmm.. ?” I nuzzled her neck.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned back at me, and I took that for pleasure.
After a minute or two her breathing slowed down to normal and quieted. She had a hold of my hand in hers, and her grip was pretty tight.
“What’d I tell ya?” I grinned down at her.
“My gosh . . . that was . . .incredible. Do they always . . . feel like . . . that?” she stuttered.
I looked down at her face. So beautiful and innocent, like a happy little girl. “Well, no – sometimes they’re better!“ I smiled. I pulled up her top and we wriggled her out of it and I unhooked her bra, so she was now finally naked, except for her socks. I stood up next to the bed and quickly shimmied out of my dress and bra, and jumped back in the bed with her. I leaned on my side, my elbow on the pillow and held up the side of my head with my hand, our faces inches apart.
“Bets, having orgasms is just fun. It’s natural. It’s how your body reacts to sexual stimulus. There is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with having one, or two or however many you can. I learned long ago to give myself as many as possible, and trust me, sometimes you just go off and the whole universe is like a giant firecracker and you think you’re going to die, you feel so good. It’s great!” I gushed at her. I was idly toying with her left nipple, and then I took her hand and moved it down to my pussy, and I showed her how to play.
Five minutes later I had her face-to-crotch, in a 69 position, and I was busily lapping at her untouched folds, and she was tentatively licking me, but she seemed to be getting bolder. I hunched down at her and after a few minutes, we found a nice rhythm. She didn't know what she was doing, but maybe that's why I exploded, gushing girl juices all over her face, and she grunted and flipped her hips up my face a few moments later.
Bets and I spent the next hour exploring each other's body, and I educated her on the advantages of being a teenaged girl.
“It never hurts to look sexy and attractive. Boys love it, trust me. Other girls might not, and sometimes they’ll call you a slut and stuff, but just ignore them. They’re jealous of your freedom. You shouldn’t care what they think, as long as you love what you're doing, ok?”
She nodded, unsure, but now that I’d shown her how good it feels to be a girl, I think won her over.
“Now, clothes. First off, you have a bitchin’ bod, girl, use it. Don’t be ashamed to show it. When you want to catch someone’s attention, ya gotta use the right packaging. Keep those skirts and dresses short, show your legs, learn how to walk in high heels, you know, all that sexy stuff they tell us not to do.”
She gulped.
I went on to explain about stockings and how I learned to wear them instead of pantyhose and all, and she was a little reluctant about that, but I decided to work on that later with her. She seemed fascinated by my nipple jewelry, so we talked about that for a while. She had good sized boobs, firm C cups probably, half again bigger than mine at the moment. I told her to emphasize them, they were guaranteed boy magnets.
I even took her over to my closet and I showed her some of my outfits that I couldn’t wear to school, like the tiny plaid micro-mini skit that was only about five inches long and barely covered my pussy, and a couple of my WickedWeasel swimsuits, and my slutty dresses and stuff that Daddy and Mr Alex and Spence had bought me over the last couple of years. She was fascinated by it all. I let her try on some of the skirts, since they fit her ok, it was only the smaller tops that I had that wouldn’t go over her boobs well. She looked great when she squeezed into the bigger ones, though.
I did take out an old tee shirt of mine that I’d gotten from Spence, it was an XXXL and sometimes I used it for sleepwear. I told her to put it on, and let it drape down over her boobs, and showed her how, when I cut the bottom off and let it hang, it showed some underboob, and she went nuts over how hot it made her look. She loved the idea of a crop top.
She wore the same size shoe as me, so I let her put some heels on and practice. I was flabbergasted that here she was, 13 years old, and had never had high heels on! I started her off on small two-inchers, and let her get used to how to stand and walk with her hips and tushy swaying. She picked it up pretty fast. I got her up to three-inches and even gave her an old pair I had for practice.
She picked up one of my garter belts and felt the smooth lace and silk between her fingers. Her brow furrowed.
“Jules, these things look kinda odd, but they feel nice. I just can’t believe you wear them all the time!” She looked at me. “I thought they were just for, like, hookers and sluts . . .”
“Bullshit, babe. Lotsa girls wear them. And why do ya think hookers and porn stars wear ‘em? To feel and be sexy, ya dope! But not all the time. Sometimes, I just wear thigh-highs, they stay up by themselves, ya know? But if I wanna feel really sexy and all, I put on stockings. Believe me, there’s nothing so cool as feeling nice, smooth nylon on your legs, and the feel of the belt around your waist and knowing that you’re wearing just the sexiest kind of stuff that’s kinda wicked.”
I paused, looking at her with my eyes shining.
“Ya wanna try one?”
She looked at me with a combination of desire, fear, and awe in her eyes.
Then she raised her eyebrows and nodded.
I dug around in my bureau for one of my nicer belts, and pulled out a really comfy, well-made white lace number with cute panels and a big, wide main belt part, with four smooth satin suspender belts hanging down, with metal clips. I turned and held it out to her.
“That’s . . . beautiful” she breathed, her eyes moistening.
I knelt behind her and fastened it just above the cute little cleft in her butt, and got it positioned right.
“They sit up around your waist, like this, not down on your hips like a thong or whatever, ya know?”
She sighed. “Ummhumm. It feels. . . weird, I guess. What about panties? Where do they go?”
“Well, if ya even wear any,“ - and I grinned at her, - “you should put them on over your garterbelt, so you can go pee without unhooking everything, see”
I grabbed her hips and spun her around, pulling lightly on the suspender straps and fussing with her.
“See, here’s what makes a garter belt so cool looking – see how it hangs down and frames your coochie? And the other straps in the back go down over your butt cheeks.” I pointed her at my big mirror that went from the floor all the way to my ceiling. She gasped.
“Cute, right?”
“Yeah, I guess." She was blushing. "Now what?”
“Now comes stockings. They come in all colors and styles, from plain old natural skin tone, to patterns and all sorts of stuff. I usually just wear nude, black, white or red, or something simple. But ya wanna make sure you get good ones. The cheapos that you buy from WallyWorld or crap like that are junk, they’ll get runners right away.”
Betsy kept nodding at me.
“The good thing about stockings, is like, if you get a runner, you only hafta throw away one leg – not like ugly pantyhose where you wasted the whole thing, right?”
I rummaged around and found a nice pair of white stockings that I’d worn a few times, they had a nice heel and toe and a cute lacey top, even though they weren’t stay-ups. I pulled her over to the bed, and sat her down, and showed her how to roll the stocking up, and then put it over the toes of one foot and pull it up, slowly.
“Ya gotta watch your fingernails, just do it slow and smooth. Part of it is feelin’ how sexy an’ smooth it is as you roll ‘em up your leg.” I helped her get one of them up her leg.”
“You want to pull it up as far as it goes – at least halfway between your kneecap and the top of your thigh, see?” and I showed her how to pull it up to the right spot.
“Then, you fasten the front clip-“, and I showed her how to bunch up a bit of the top and get the clip fastened right, “-and then kinda bend around and fasten the back one. That’s a little tougher.”
I couldn't resist brushing my fingers lightly over her bottom as I showed her how to fasten the rear clip. “Now, you do the other leg.” And I watched her do it. She was extra careful as she rolled the stocking up her bare leg, and I was surprised at how sexy it was to watch her do it. I beamed as she fastened both clips without any fuss, and then stood and twirled around, looking at herself in the mirror. She glanced at me with wide eyes.
“Wow! I can’t believe, like, how cool they look! It’s really neat!” she gushed. “I never thought I’d look sexy or anything!”
“Go up on your tip toes, like you were wearing heels, and you’ll see what they do to your legs and butt.” She did, she went up like a ballerina, and then looked over her shoulder at her image in the mirror.
“Ooooh jeeze Jules! No wonder you like ‘em!” she grinned. I slipped her feet into a pair of my black heels and she spent the next ten minutes posing, primping, and prancing around like she was getting ready for the Victoria’s Secret runway. I felt so good for her, she’d been so unsure of herself, with shyness and low esteem, and now she looked ready to take on the world. She still looked a little unsure and shy, but with the garter belt, stockings, high heels, and a cropped tee shirt she looked more and more like she could carry it off.
We talked about some of the boys in school, she wanted to know all about them, and I guess she thought I was as good a source as any. I told her how most of them were OK, but they were just as shy and unsure and geeky as she was, but that if she really liked a guy, it was OK to tell him. And then I told her the most important thing.
“Guys think with their dicks. They can’t help it. You can use that fact to be in control. All you have to do is think with your pussy.”
She blushed red again. Then she leaned in to whisper to me conspiratorially.
“I saw Roger Davis’s thingy once. He showed it to a bunch of us girls in 6th grade!”
I made a face.
“Thingy? That’s what you call it!” I laughed. “C’mon, what’re you, nine? It’s a cock. Or a dick.”
She got even redder. “JULES!” and we both dissolved into giggle-fits for a minute.
“Hey, it’s fun to use those words” I finished up when we composed ourselves a few minutes later. I went on to explain “-no guy is going to feel sexy if you said ‘hey buddy, please put your penis in my vagina, ok?’” and we started laughing again.
“But aren’t they kind of . . . gross? Boy’s . . . pen- . . . cocks?” she said looking very serious at me.
“Nah, not really. Some of them are really . . .-“ and I stopped for a second. “-beautiful.”
“What about that skin at the end?” I wasn’t sure what she was talking about for a sec and then I realized that Roger Davis must have been uncircumcised when he waggled it at her.
“Silly – that just means he’s not circumcised” and then I had to go into a whole thing about how some guys are trimmed back when they’re born and some aren’t and that whole thing.
“I like them cut – I think the head looks cute, and it’s a lot nicer feeling in your mouth” and of course when I said that, Betsy just about had a bird.
“You- . . .your MOUTH!” she shrieked. "You put a boy's thing… cock… in your MOUTH?"
“You wouldn’t believe it!” I breathed. I didn’t want to go into too much detail about my history, until I was sure I could trust her – and I certainly wasn’t about to tell her about Daddy and Spence and all.
“Well, a couple of times, yeah-“
“Who! Who! Who! You have to tell me, Jules!” she asked, seriously.
“No way. But I’ll say this – once you’ve got your mouth on his cock, a guy will do anything, I mean ANYTHING, for you. It’s the key to your whole relationship.”
Once again, Betsy’s eyes were wide as saucers.
“Ya gotta tell me Jules, what’s it like? I mean... did he ...did you...I kinda thought about it a little…“
She confessed that she’d sometimes daydreamed about sucking a guy's cock. I found it hard to believe, her being so innocent and all, but I guess she heard about it somewhere. It's kinda hard not to these days.
“You know, having a guy just hold my head and shove his . . .thing into my mouth over and over . .”
That was it, now. She was a little slutty after all, kinda just like me.
Just then I heard the front door open and close, meaning Daddy was home. I had to get Bets out of here, I needed to jump his bones badly, and couldn’t do it with her here.
“Is that your father?” she asked. “I think he’s cute, for an old guy.” She confessed with a little smile.
I could see why – her parents were both at least 10 years older than Daddy, in fact I bet her father had to be at least 60. She always said she was an “accident." No wonder she felt so awkward and unwanted. Everything was starting to fall into place now.
I said, “Quick, put your pants and top back on, you can keep the stuff underneath for now.” And she looked really grateful. We got her composed, dressed back up like some kind of Mormon or whatever, and went downstairs.
I found Daddy in the kitchen. “Daddy, this is Betsy – she needed some help with . . . fashion” I said with a little wink to her. She turned beet red again and kinda stammered ‘hello’ and then almost ran out the door. I followed her and grabbed her arm before she ran off.
“Tomorrow. In school. Wear a dress for gosh sakes, and I dare you to wear the stockings!” and we both giggled again, and she headed home.
Back inside, I went into talk to Daddy.
“She’s so backwards, Daddy. Her mom and dad won’t hardly even let her date or anything, and she’s got the ugliest clothes to wear.”
“Well, that’s too bad, sweetie. I hope you’re helping her out?” he said.
“Yeah. Ummmm, she thinks you’re cute, too!” I said, smiling at him.
After dinner, we were in the family room watching TV. I was laying across the sofa, with my head in Daddy’s lap, gently sucking on the tip of his penis, and he was stroking my hair. I had on a pair of satin boy-shorts and that was it.
“Daddy?” I said, stopping for a minute, swallowing a little bit of per-cum, and looking sideways up at his handsome face.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Would you mind if I told Bets about us?”
He stiffened. Not down there, I mean. I mean, his whole body went rigid, and his hand tightened on my head.
“You didn’t-“
“No! No!” I hurriedly said, “I’ve never told anyone Daddy, I swear!” I said.
“OK, I believe you, baby, I believe you. But I don’t think it would be a good idea to tell her, you never know about someone. If she ever slipped . . .”
And of course he didn’t have to finish. I knew how much trouble he could get in.
I just dipped my head and put his penis back in my mouth, and got back to my job.
Chapter
36 - Betsy asks for Help, part 2
Over the next few days, I started hatching a plan to get Bets fucked. Daddy and I discussed it and he said it was one of those risky things that could get me in trouble but so long as we were careful, he’d stay out of it. So I put my plan into action.
A couple of days later, I invited Bets back over after school, I told her we could go through my stuff and see if there was anything she wanted to ‘borrow’ to wear. I’d been just a little surprised the other day after our first meeting, when she did actually come to school with a skirt on, it went down to her knees, but I could see she had my white stockings on under it. We sat at lunch and she said she felt so naughty and sexy all day sitting in class with sexy underwear on. I told her that was a good start and we chatted about other stuff too.
So on this afternoon, we came home and went straight up to my room. I made sure to leave the front door unlocked. We went upstairs, and sat on the bed, and we talked about boys and school and stuff, I wanted her to be relaxed and comfortable. I stripped down to my panties, and it took a while, but I talked her into doing the same. She had on plain white school girl panties, I had on a red thong.
Of course, I steered us over the the bed sooner or later, and we made out for a while and then I started going down on her and twisted around so that we were doing 69 again, and I was on the top, so I could more or less control where she was looking. I pressed my hips down on her, and we were both licking away like mad, enjoying our time. Then, suddenly, more or less right on schedule, my bedroom door burst open…
“OH MY GOD BETSY IS THAT YOU!!” Brian was perfect. I told him about my plan, and didn’t need much to convince him. It helped that he thought Betsy was really hot. I told him to give us about a half hour after we went in, and then come upstairs and basically, just listen for the moaning. LOL!
She shrieked and pushed me off, and grabbed for my blanket but couldn’t get it up over her. There was a lot of shrieking and yelling, and laughing, I’ll admit. Brian came over and sat on the bed. Bets was crying and sobbing.
“Oh my god, oh my god. . .I’m so embarrassed” and she went on and on. I put my arms around her shoulder and tried to comfort her. But Brian had a part to play.
“Oh my god Betsy I didn’t know you were lesbian! And here I was going to ask you out this Friday night…”
He could hardly keep a straight face. Bets continued to sob, hiding her face in her hands. She looked up at him.
“No! No! I’m not, really, I’m not, I was just . . . “ and she devolved into another round of sobbing.
“Well, prove it then, kiss me.”
All of a sudden the sobbing stopped. She looked up at him, and snuffled.
“Wha- . .what?”
He leaned down and put his hands on either side of her face and gave her a good lip lock. She moaned through the tongue in her mouth. Brian continued to press, and he gradually got her laying back down on my bed. I went in to add even more stimulus, latching onto one boob and sucking it strongly. Her nipple hardened almost immediately.
The two of us worked on her for a few minutes. I sucked her boob, and let one hand slide down to rub lightly over her mound. Brian was kissing and sucking at her face and neck, and I’m sure he would be leaving at least one hickey! But she was moaning and groaning and clutching at him like he was a life preserver on the Titanic. Suddenly she tensed and whimpered a little cry and her hips pushed up against my hand, and I felt a sudden but seemingly quite strong, orgasm course through her body. She arched up for a long moment, her hips up in the air, as my fingers danced over her clitty and pussy lips, which by the way were absolutely soaked.
Brian continued to kiss her through her climax, until she finally went “woof” and settled down flat on the bed again, her body still shaking every five or ten seconds as her orgasm echoed away.
“Well…” he said, as he finally pulled away and let Betsy come up for air. She gasped and huffed and puffed, her face red, her lips moist and wet from Brian’s tongue. I had hold of her shoulders now, and her moaning and crying had pretty much slowed down. I think she was just overwhelmed with emotion and feeling - scared, hot, horny, embarrassed, and a dozen other sensations danced around her erogenous zones, zones which had just recently been opened for business for the first time.
“That must have felt good!” I whispered at her quietly. She just closed her mouth and nodded her head. “And look at what you did to Bri!” I said, holding her head and pointing it at Brian’s fully hard cock, a nice cock, not really big or fat, but pretty. Maybe five or so inches, just about perfect for the next part of my plan. He was slowly fisting it, and a bead of clear pre-cum had already bubbled from the tip. He was circumsized, too.
“You can’t leave him like that now, can you? That wouldn’t be nice, after what he did for you. . .” I trailed off, seeing if she’d get the hint. She didn’t. She just lay there dumbly.
“Sweetie – “ I spoke, looking her right in the eye, “-you need to give him a blowjob.” I felt her body shudder at the thought, and her legs clenched.
“I – I . . .don’t know . . . how . . “ she whispered.
“I know. I’ll show you. C’mere.” And I pulled her up, and maneuvered her down so she was kneeling in front of Brian, who stood silently by the side of the bed, his pants down around his ankles, still slowly fisting his cock. I knelt by their sides, and reached up to lightly grab Brian’s cock.
I held my other hand firmly between her shoulder blades, and slowly pushed her upper body towards the first penis she’d ever really dealt with as a girl-becoming-woman. Her eyes were wide open, like the proverbial deer in the headlights. I watched, amused, as her lips parted slightly, almost automatically. I brought the two pieces together, a hard boy-cock, and a virginal 13-year-old little girl mouth, until his tip just touched her bottom lip. She gave a little squeak as the two pieces of flesh met and her eyes twisted over to me with a spark of fear.
“It’s ok, you’re fine. It won’t hurt. You’ll love it. So will he . .” I kept repeating the words of encouragement and support, overcoming her fear and reluctance.
“Now, use your tongue. Get it wet. Spit is good. The more the better. Adjust. Swallow. Now get it wet again.”
I moved her head down the shaft until her lips popped over the ridge of his crown and closed around his cock head. I looked up at Brian, his eyes were closed, and I imagined that he was trying desperately not to cum too soon.
“Brian, don’t you dare cum until she's ready, do you hear me?”
“Un-hunh. . .”
I pulled Betsy’s head back until the tip almost slipped out, and then pushed her back on, this time getting another inch or so into her mouth. I did that a few times, so she would get the idea of moving her head back and forth.
“Keep the suction going. Don’t let up.”
I pushed farther, and she gagged a little as the cock head came into contact with the soft flesh at the back of her mouth.
“Don’t worry – that’ll stop. It’s just a reflex.” She grunted and I noticed that one hand was down masturbating her pussy like crazy. Good, I thought, she’ll associate a hard cock in her mouth with orgasms.
On the next down stroke, just as she went to gag again, I held her head. “SWALLOW!” I ordered, and I watched her neck gulp.
“Good, good.” I pulled her head back, let her catch a breath, and pushed her down again. Again, when his cock hit the back of her throat, I commanded her to swallow, and she did. She was getting the idea. I could feel her body start to relax as she gave herself up to the task, breathing heavily through her nose, gulping down her spit and pre-cum as she went back and forth on his shaft. Then, when I knew she was ‘in the zone’ as she reached the limit we’d set, I pushed harder, she swallowed, her face slid in that final inch or so, her nose bumped up against Brian’s tight tummy, she went “ummmmmmmmmm” deep in her throat and I whispered in her ear, ‘Yeah babe, you got it. You got his whole cock down your throat. You’re deep-throating!’ and just then I felt her give out a little moan and a shudder and she had a mini-orgasm at the thought. Perfect.
I held her down for a long moment, and then let her up. She came up off the cock with a gasp and a groan, her mouth flying open, spit and precum and gunk dripping down off her chin. She breathed in and out, and turned to me, her eyes bright with lust.
“Are you friggin’ kiddin’ me!” she gasped, a line of cum drooling out of the corner of her mouth to fall down onto one heaving breast. “Oh my gosh!”
She looked up at Brian. “Does that feel good?” He just nodded dumbly. I took my hand off of Betsy’s back and let her finish up.
“Ok, just keep on going. At some point, you’ll feel his cock sort of pulsate and it may even get a little bigger. Then he’ll cum. You hafta swallow all of it, understand?”
She looked at me a little scared. “It won’t kill you.” But she didn’t look exactly like a kid on Christmas morning.
She enveloped Brian’s cock again, and after a little bit of trepidation, started inhaling it all the way down, almost like a natural. Her fingers were going full speed down below in her pussy. I looked up at Brian. He was nodding, and I could see that he wouldn’t be lasting too much longer.
I put a hand on her shoulder as she levered back and forth.
“He’s close . . . keep going . . . that’s it . . . keep going . . . don’t forget to swallow . . . “
There was no other sound in the room except the rhythmic ‘gurk – gurk – gurk – guuurk’ of her fellatio.
Suddenly I heard Brian exhale and Betsy went “gaaaaaaaack!” and choked. I saw her neck visibly throb, as he blasted a fat teenage wad of cum down her throat. She swallowed again, and Brian cried out, but it was all just a little too much for my young charge, as she suddenly lurched and heaved back, and Brian’s still shooting penis came out of her mouth. I grabbed her head so she couldn’t duck, and held the base of his cock with my other hand, and as Brian blew, I aimed his shots all over her sweaty young face. One huge rope laced right up across her nose and over one eye into her blonde bangs, and the next blew across her other cheek and almost into her ear. I loved watching her flinch through the facial. One thing, though – she never stopped rubbing out her own climax.
By the time Brian had emptied his balls, her face was well decorated with his pent up semen. There were big strings of it on both cheeks, her forehead, and that one eye socket was pretty well filled.
“Don’t open your eye!” I cautioned her. Meanwhile, I bent down and, holding her face with both of my hands, I started vacuuming up the sperm from her skin with my lips, up one side and down the other, then across her forehead and into her spermy eye. My mouth filled as I cleaned her off, and then, when I was satisfied that I got 99% of the sperm off of her, I looked her in the eyes and smiled with my wet lips. Then leaned in for a deep tongue kiss and Betsy's introduction to a snowball. Her eyes widened at the touch of my lips against hers, and we never closed them or lost eye contact as I transferred the rest of Brian’s semen into her mouth, our tongues dueling back and forth to share the salty treasure. When I was sure she had it all, I reached down and massaged her throat as she primly swallowed down our combined spit and Brian’s sperms.
Meanwhile, Brian had collapsed back onto a chair, exhausted and, I’d imagine, pretty well satisfied, with a goofy look on his face. I looked at Betsy, she still had a bit of sperm dripping from her chin, which I wiped off with one fingertip and fed to her. Hugging her, I stood us both up and we collapsed back on the bed on our backs.
“Whew! My goodness!” she breathed, “is it always like that?” Her words were hoarse and clotty, like she still had a glob of cum in her throat. But she was smiling.
“Depends. It can get pretty intense sometimes.”
Brian spoke up. “Bets, that was the most amazing thing ever! You were fantastic! Man, I’m just wore out!” he said, somewhat theatrically.
I shooed him out, but not before he made a date with Betsy to go out on Friday night. I thought she’d explode. We were both giggling and laughing and hugging. Little did she know that it was all a setup.
“Oh my gosh Jules, he asked me, he asked me out!!!” she jumped up and down on her knees on the bed, her glistening boobs bouncing around and almost hypnotizing me.
“I knew he would, Bets, you’re great. Just need some faith, that’s all, baby, and a little practice. And remember to not let your parents catch on.”
She stopped suddenly. “Oh my gosh. I have to ask permission. D’ya think it’ll be OK?”
I thought. “Yeah, sure. Why not. Brian’s a good kid, they can’t have anything bad to say about him. Not like you’re going out with Dwayne and Trevor and the football team or anything….” And I let my voice trail off and raised my eyebrows, and we both dissolved into gales of laughter again.
“So, how d’ya like giving your first BJ?” I asked.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh. It was . . . . it was . . . like . . . so fucking intense!” she spit out and we giggled again. “I think I like cocks! Is his big or small? Do they always spurt like that? Did I do good? Do you think he’ll want me to do it again? On Friday? Should I? I got it all over my face! No, YOU did that, you crazy bitch! You made me!” She was going on at about ninety miles an hour.
Finally she settled down. I told her that for her first time, she was fantastic.
“Penises come in all different sizes. He was about average, I guess. And he was circumsized. When they’re not, the skin comes up over the tip until you pull it down. And remember, cum is good for you. You should never let the guy think that you think it’s gross or icky. OK?”
She nodded.
“And remember – you can’t get pregnant from swallowing!” and the giggles started again.
“Oh my gosh…what if Brian wants to . . . to . . . you know, use my . . . –“
“Pussy?”
“Yeah.”
“You on birth control?”
“Oh no! My mother would never – “
“Well, you’d better do something. Get him to wear a rubber, or go down to the clinic and get pills. You don't have to have your parent's permission. You do NOT want a baby! Hear me? Until you get some protection, just limit him blow jobs only!”
She nodded gravely.
Twenty minutes later we were cleaned up, I made Bets take a shower and made sure she washed all the cum off of her before I let her go home.
Five minutes after Betsy skipped down the sidewalk towards her house, with her first ever load of sperm sloshing around in her tummy, Daddy rolled up in the car. I squealed and ran out to greet him, grabbing his briefcase and giving him a sloppy and wet kiss. He looked at me oddly.
“Honey, what’s that I – “
“Oh Daddy, I’m sorry – Betsy came over, and guess what we did – “ and I ended up telling him the whole story, from our encounter on the bed to Brian’s coming in, Betsy’s blowjob training, and everything. He looked at me with a frown as we sat on the sofa inside.
“What you did was pretty daring, sweetie. You don’t know how it could have turned out –what if Betsy had freaked out and claimed she was raped or something? You need to be more careful around her until you can be sure she can be trusted.”
I knew what he meant. But I knew Bets too, and if I hadn’t been sure she’d go along, I’d have never done it. I told Daddy that, and reassured him that I was very careful. He still shook his head a little bit, I don’t think he was completely convinced.
After dinner, Betsy texted me to meet her at the park a block or so down the street, and I helped Daddy clean up and then walked over there. She was swinging on one of the swings, her dress billowing out from her legs in a cloud of red and white.
“Hey girl.”
“Hey. Everything OK?”
“Yeah. I just had to get out of the house. I told Mom and Dad that Brian wanted to go out with me on Friday, and they weren’t too happy about it. They said 13 is too young, but I whined and begged and pleaded, and they finally said OK. I think Dad was OK with it, but Mom has this big ol’ frown all the time now that Jamie is off at college.”
I didn’t know how her older brother going off to college would be such a big deal to her mother, but I didn’t say anything. I grabbed the swing next to her.
“So, what’re you going to wear?” I asked her.
“Well, do ya think I can borrow some stuff from you? I really don’t have anything . . . pretty . . .to wear, you know?”
I said sure, I was happy to loan her (or even give her) some stuff to make ol’ Brian stand up and salute.
“Want to come over right now, we can go through my stuff and you can pick out whatever you want that’ll fit you – your boobs are too big for most of my tops, but other than that . . .”
She agreed, and we walked back home. Daddy was in his den working, and we poked our heads in and said hello. He waved to Betsy and winked at me. He’d known Betsy for a long time too, of course.
We went up to my room, and started picking through my closet and drawers.
“Ok, first – underneath. Panties, thong, or commando?” I grinned at her.
“ummmm . . . thong?” I grabbed a tiny red number and tossed it her way.
“Stockings or thigh highs?”
“I want to wear a garter belt, Jules, for the first time, out in public. Is that OK?” she asked.
“Of course, babe! I do all the time, remember? Now let’s find a nice sexy one. . .”
We picked out a nice red one that matched the thong, and some silky stockings to go with it. I gave her a brand new unopened package.
“Now, a nice sexy mini skirt that just barely covers the straps . . .” It took us a few minutes to go through my stuff and find a skirt that fit her waist and hips and yet was long enough to go out in public without causing a ruckus, but short enough to make her feel sexy.
We went through about 30 tops before we found one that fit her chest, even though it was real tight, and I told her not to wear a bra with it, just button it all the way up and then gradually as the night wore on she could unbutton one at a time. She grinned.
“You know Jules, I never liked my boobs before this week. I thought they were too big. They embarrassed me. Now, though . . .” and she trailed off. “I kinda like ‘em!”
“Good for you. The way I see it, if God gave ‘em to ya, he’d want you to enjoy them, right?” and she nodded and I reached out and tweaked her nipple with a chuckle.
We spent the next hour doing girly things, talking about makeup and stuff like that. It was fun talking to a girl my own age for a change, I really didn’t have much opportunity to. I guess Christine was my closest female friend, and she was ten years older and not really around much. But I liked Bets. Once I’d gotten her out of her shell, that is.
Some how, the conversation got around to Daddy.
“I just think your Dad is soooooo cute, Jules. My god, how can you be in the same house with him day after day? I’d be creaming my jeans all the time.”
“Who are you and what did you do with my friend Betsy?” I giggled at her, somewhat astounded at the change in her over the last few days.
“Hey girl, you've taught me a lot in the last few days. Got my pussy licked, and licked my first pussy. Sucked my first dick. And not my last, I’ll tell you that right now!” she giggled.
She tried on various combinations of some outfits. Despite her being bigger up top than I was, most of the rest of her was just about the same size as me. Her butt was also a little bigger but not by too much, and we actually had the same exact 22” waist!
She looked really good in one of my plaid schoolgirl miniskirts and white thigh-highs, with my black stilettos. When she put on one of my white blouses and tied it under her boobs, and she was really hot looking. I gave her some bracelets and stuff to wear too, and I decided to take her down and run her past Daddy to see what kind of a reaction she’d get.
I threw on a robe (all I had on was a little pair of panties, and since Bets was here, I thought I’d better not push it.) and we walked downstairs and into Daddy’s den. He was working on some papers behind his desk still.
“Daddy, can we bother you for a minute?” I asked. He looked up and I saw his eyes widen when he saw Betsy.
“Sure, sweetie, what’s up?” he answered, pushing himself away from his desk and coming around front of it, leaning back onto the front edge and crossing his legs. He had on a nice pair of grey trousers and his white shirt and tie from work, still, but the tie was loosened around his neck.
We walked over to face him. “Betsy and I want to know if you think she’s cute in this outfit – she has a date on Friday with Brian Mackenzie, I don’t think you know him, he lives over in the Terrace, but he’s a really nice guy and Bets wants to make sure he likes her, but she doesn’t have hardly any really cute clothes because her parents are like, really strict with her, and I told her that I would let her wear some of my stuff and so-“ and I had to stop to take a breath.
“Ok, ok, ok, slow down honey, you’ll hurt yourself!” Daddy chuckled. He put one elbow in the palm of his hand and the other hand up under his chin like he was deep in thought. He peered at Betsy intently, making her blush red. Then he motioned with one finger around in a circle, for her to spin for him. She did, and I watched the skirt fly up just enough to show that she didn't have any panties on.
“Aren’t you a little . . . chilly, down below?” he grinned at her.
“Daddy! Stop embarrassing Betsy. We just haven’t decided on what kind of panties to wear. Do you think she should go with a thong, or with some nice red lace ones, or what?
“Well, I always liked a nice thong, but red lace is good too.” He said, smiling at Betsy. I thought she’d start to drip out of her crotch, she was so gushy.
“Oh thank you Mr Nelson, thank you so much. I’m so glad you like my outfit, I really trust your opinion, you know, ‘cause you’re so . . . cool, and kinda youngish and sexy . . .' and her voice trailed off.
I could see Daddy’s pants start to tent out in front. He definitely liked her look. Then I noticed that Betsy saw it too. She covered her mouth with one hand.
“Oh, my goodness Mr Nelson, did you get that way from me?” she said, in her fake little ‘schoolgirl’ voice. I smiled to myself. She was learning fast.
Daddy went “hummmpf” and kinda cleared his throat. I decided to save him.
“Of course he did, dummy! That’s what guys do when they see pretty girls! It’s our job to make guys get erections! Haven’t I been tellin’ ya that?” I said, mock-punching her on the arm. “Tell her, Daddy!”
He cleared his throat again. “Well, er . . . I guess so . . . yes, actually. When a man, or boy, sees a sexy, pretty girl, he normally can’t help becoming excited. You should take it as a compliment, and I’m sure you’re going to make all the boys get erections. That’s a good thing for a girl.”
“Gee, Mr N, you think I’m sexy?”
He looked at me with a kind of curious, ‘what-are-you-doing?’ look. Then he looked back at her.
“Well, sure, Betsy. You’re very pretty, I’m sure any boy would be happy to be with you.”
She sidled up to him, reached out and rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in the front of his trousers. “Awwwww, it’s so hard! It must be really painful! I guess it’s my responsibility to take care of it now, right?”
Now it was his turn to go beet-red.
“Betsy, are you sure you know what you're doing here?” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.
“Well, sure! It’s my fault that you got all hot and bothered, and you’re paying me a compliment by saying I’m sexy and beautiful, and that’s how your. . . .you . . . got this way, then I should be the one to . . . relieve . . .your pressure, don’t you think?” and she cocked her head and pouted her lips, and put on the archetypical ‘bimbo schoolgirl’ act perfected by young teases over thousands of years.
I thumbed my camera phone and turned on the video.
Betsy dropped to her knees in front of Daddy and slowly pulled down his zipper like she'd been doing it all her life. “My gosh, Mr N, you’re really BIG!” as her eyes went wide looking at the second penis she'd ever seen. She wormed one hand into his slacks, and slowly pulled Daddy’s almost completely hard penis out of his pants. It suddenly sprang loose and smacked her in the forehead, and I saw a pearly drop of pre-cum fly out of the tip and drop wetly into her bangs. She looked cross-eyed at the end of it.
Daddy’s penis is quite a bit larger than Brian’s, both in length and width. I saw Betsy gulp. I’m not so sure she knew what she was in for. I know the first time I saw Daddy’s penis up close, I was a little bit scared. ‘Course, I was only eleven, and Betsy was practically grown up at thirteen, like me. She looked over at me with a ‘can-I-do-this?’ sort of look on her face. I nodded and smiled.
She had both hands around his shaft, and pointed the tip right at her nose. Another big bead of clear pre-cum bubbled to the opening, and she stuck her tongue out and tentatively licked it off.
“Mmmmm….” she moaned to herself.
Her hands started moving back and forth slowly, shucking Daddy’s skin up and down on the hard shaft of his penis. He moaned under his breath.
“Am I . . .doing it right?” she breathed, looking up at Daddy. He just nodded.
She continued to slide her hands up and down, making clear bubbles to issue from his tip, and licking them off as soon as they appeared. At one point, she reached down and untied the knot holding her top together under the bottom of her boobs, and let the two sides fall open, giving Daddy an unimpeded view of her firm young tits and the hard nipples on top.
Then she leaned forward and opened her mouth, popping the tip and crown of Daddy’s penis into her mouth, closing her eyes and sucking strongly on the end. Daddy groaned. I knew how he liked that feeling of a girl taking him in, it was one of my favorite things when I sucked on his penis. Betsy hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard on Daddy. His eyes were closed and I know that he was loving it. She bobbed her entire body back and forth on her knees, trying to get more and more of Daddy’s penis into her mouth. She was having trouble, though. She just wasn’t ready for one as big as Daddy's yet.
I decided to help. I moved in and knelt down next to her, taking the shaft from her hands and moving them down to knead her boobs. I knew Daddy liked watching her do that. Then I put one hand behind her neck to hold her steady, and jerked on Daddy’s cock shaft with the other. I grabbed a handful of her hair and moved her head back until only the crown and tip was in her mouth.
“Keep moving your tongue over the tip of it, Bets, don’t stop. When he starts to shudder and you feel it coming, stop and make a trough on your tongue for his cum. . .”
I started up, and Daddy watched closely through almost-closed eyes as his daughter jerked his cock into the mouth of her friend, a friend who was feverishly pulling on her own nipples and kneading her breasts.
Jerking, jerking, jerking. I held the back of her neck, keeping her from moving too far back. I looked up at Daddy, and mouthed ‘CUM’ to him. Betsy was making low guttural noises in her throat as she continued to swallow her spit and Daddy’s pre-cum in long hot streams. I whispered loudly enough for Daddy to hear, in her ear, “Bets, he’s gonna cum soon. A lot. Daddy’s cum a lot, especially my Daddy. I know-“ and I paused, for effect and to let her absorb what I’d already said. Daddy's body stiffened, but he kept going. Then I continued. “- I know, ‘cause I’ve sucked his dick a thousand times. And Daddy fucks me too!” and she convulsed when I said that, her tummy rippled and she moaned, deep in her throat, and I heard her juices drip from her pussy to the floor, and then Daddy grunted, and I felt a huge bolt of sperm jet up his shaft and erupt straight into her mouth. Betsy gulped it down perfectly, and I kept jerking, while I held her head tight against him so she couldn't pull away.
Daddy grunted again, and shot another hot, wet stream of Daddy-sperm into my friend’s mouth, the white missile shooting from the tongue-lashed tip of his penis and ricocheting around her pink mouth, gushing over her tongue like a glob of white paint.
“Hold it there, don’t swallow!” I cautioned her, “You have to show us after . . .” and her body was wracked by another orgasm as the obscene thought rocked her innocent brain.
“Oh god, oh god . .” gasped Daddy as he pulsed, over and over, into Betsy’s accommodating young mouth. I grinned up at him, and continued to jerk his shaft. I counted at least seven good, strong jets of his sperm shoot up through his shaft into Bets hungry mouth. Her cheeks puffed out and her eyes looked at me with hot, salty alarm. Finally, Daddy started to moan softly as he emptied his balls completely, and the sensitivity of his cock-head became too much for him. He shivered, and breathed softly, ‘no more, no more . . . too good . . .’ and I stopped jerking, and cradled his balls lovingly, moving Betsy’s head back with my other hand. “Don’t let it spill, don’t let it spill!“ I commanded as Daddy’s plum-sized crown popped from her oral cavern. I gave his shaft a quick suck to catch the last dribble, and giggled as Daddy convulsed in a sensitive quiver that went from his hips all the way down his legs.
I turned, held Betsy’s face between my hands and looked right in her eyes.
“Don’t swallow. Keep holding it in your mouth.” She looked at me with wild eyes, desperate to breath around such a huge mouthful, much more than Brian had given her. Her cheeks bulged out.
“Taste it. Warm, right?” She nodded.
“Move your tongue around in it. Stir it up.” I felt her jaw move.
“Now, open, slowly, and show us. Him.” I said, pointing up at Daddy’s still-astonished face.
She opened her mouth, and a white dribble escaped over her bottom lip. But it didn’t matter. She looked Daddy deep in the eye, and he saw as I did, a lake of sperm covering her tongue and bottom teeth. It was white, cloudy, and I could smell the musky aroma of man that overwhelmed Betsy's senses.
“Whenever you can, always show it to him before you swallow. You need to show that you appreciate his gift, that you want it, that you NEED it. And you do. Don't you?” and Bets nodded carefully so that none of the precious fluid spilled over her bottom lip. Her eyes almost closed as her mind transported to that place that I knew so well, that nirvana of complete sexual surrender, of acceptance, of pride in the role she played. Semen and sperm would be her holy grail, her life force, forever.
“Swallow. A little bit. Not all-” I held one hand softly against her throat and felt it undulate as the first dribble of her mouthful slipped smoothly into her tummy.
“Again.” Another ripple. It felt so sexy.
“Again.”
“Again. Let’s see.” It was almost all gone, leaving only a thin white coating on her tongue.
“Ok, now get it all, get the last of it. Savor it.” Another ripple down her throat. She glanced at me.
“Oh. My. God.” She whispered. “Oh. My. God.” Betsy closed her eyes and went “ummmmmmmmmm” deep in her body. Then she looked up at Daddy.
“Thank you, Mr N, thank you so much.” Then she looked at me. “Thank you, Jules. I never knew what I was missing.”
I helped her to her feet. Daddy leaned down and kissed the top of her head, and she almost fainted, I think.
“You’re a very sexy, attractive young lady, Betsy. I hope you realize this has to be our secret from now on - no one can ever know.” She nodded solemnly.
“I know, Mr N. I’ll never say a thing to anybody, I swear, I swear.”
Daddy looked at me. "I was wrong, baby. You knew exactly what you were doing, and I am SO proud that you took the chance and helped Betsy learn to suck cock so well. You are a wonderful friend."
We made our way back up stairs and collected ourselves. I put all the clothes and stuff that I was lending to Betsy in a small bag, and then we both fell asleep on my bed. The last thing I remember is thinking, “I HAVE to get her on the pill.”
From Betsy’s point of view, it’s a good thing your mouth can’t get pregnant!
Over the next few days, I started hatching a plan to get Bets fucked. Daddy and I discussed it and he said it was one of those risky things that could get me in trouble but so long as we were careful, he’d stay out of it. So I put my plan into action.
A couple of days later, I invited Bets back over after school, I told her we could go through my stuff and see if there was anything she wanted to ‘borrow’ to wear. I’d been just a little surprised the other day after our first meeting, when she did actually come to school with a skirt on, it went down to her knees, but I could see she had my white stockings on under it. We sat at lunch and she said she felt so naughty and sexy all day sitting in class with sexy underwear on. I told her that was a good start and we chatted about other stuff too.
So on this afternoon, we came home and went straight up to my room. I made sure to leave the front door unlocked. We went upstairs, and sat on the bed, and we talked about boys and school and stuff, I wanted her to be relaxed and comfortable. I stripped down to my panties, and it took a while, but I talked her into doing the same. She had on plain white school girl panties, I had on a red thong.
Of course, I steered us over the the bed sooner or later, and we made out for a while and then I started going down on her and twisted around so that we were doing 69 again, and I was on the top, so I could more or less control where she was looking. I pressed my hips down on her, and we were both licking away like mad, enjoying our time. Then, suddenly, more or less right on schedule, my bedroom door burst open…
“OH MY GOD BETSY IS THAT YOU!!” Brian was perfect. I told him about my plan, and didn’t need much to convince him. It helped that he thought Betsy was really hot. I told him to give us about a half hour after we went in, and then come upstairs and basically, just listen for the moaning. LOL!
She shrieked and pushed me off, and grabbed for my blanket but couldn’t get it up over her. There was a lot of shrieking and yelling, and laughing, I’ll admit. Brian came over and sat on the bed. Bets was crying and sobbing.
“Oh my god, oh my god. . .I’m so embarrassed” and she went on and on. I put my arms around her shoulder and tried to comfort her. But Brian had a part to play.
“Oh my god Betsy I didn’t know you were lesbian! And here I was going to ask you out this Friday night…”
He could hardly keep a straight face. Bets continued to sob, hiding her face in her hands. She looked up at him.
“No! No! I’m not, really, I’m not, I was just . . . “ and she devolved into another round of sobbing.
“Well, prove it then, kiss me.”
All of a sudden the sobbing stopped. She looked up at him, and snuffled.
“Wha- . .what?”
He leaned down and put his hands on either side of her face and gave her a good lip lock. She moaned through the tongue in her mouth. Brian continued to press, and he gradually got her laying back down on my bed. I went in to add even more stimulus, latching onto one boob and sucking it strongly. Her nipple hardened almost immediately.
The two of us worked on her for a few minutes. I sucked her boob, and let one hand slide down to rub lightly over her mound. Brian was kissing and sucking at her face and neck, and I’m sure he would be leaving at least one hickey! But she was moaning and groaning and clutching at him like he was a life preserver on the Titanic. Suddenly she tensed and whimpered a little cry and her hips pushed up against my hand, and I felt a sudden but seemingly quite strong, orgasm course through her body. She arched up for a long moment, her hips up in the air, as my fingers danced over her clitty and pussy lips, which by the way were absolutely soaked.
Brian continued to kiss her through her climax, until she finally went “woof” and settled down flat on the bed again, her body still shaking every five or ten seconds as her orgasm echoed away.
“Well…” he said, as he finally pulled away and let Betsy come up for air. She gasped and huffed and puffed, her face red, her lips moist and wet from Brian’s tongue. I had hold of her shoulders now, and her moaning and crying had pretty much slowed down. I think she was just overwhelmed with emotion and feeling - scared, hot, horny, embarrassed, and a dozen other sensations danced around her erogenous zones, zones which had just recently been opened for business for the first time.
“That must have felt good!” I whispered at her quietly. She just closed her mouth and nodded her head. “And look at what you did to Bri!” I said, holding her head and pointing it at Brian’s fully hard cock, a nice cock, not really big or fat, but pretty. Maybe five or so inches, just about perfect for the next part of my plan. He was slowly fisting it, and a bead of clear pre-cum had already bubbled from the tip. He was circumsized, too.
“You can’t leave him like that now, can you? That wouldn’t be nice, after what he did for you. . .” I trailed off, seeing if she’d get the hint. She didn’t. She just lay there dumbly.
“Sweetie – “ I spoke, looking her right in the eye, “-you need to give him a blowjob.” I felt her body shudder at the thought, and her legs clenched.
“I – I . . .don’t know . . . how . . “ she whispered.
“I know. I’ll show you. C’mere.” And I pulled her up, and maneuvered her down so she was kneeling in front of Brian, who stood silently by the side of the bed, his pants down around his ankles, still slowly fisting his cock. I knelt by their sides, and reached up to lightly grab Brian’s cock.
I held my other hand firmly between her shoulder blades, and slowly pushed her upper body towards the first penis she’d ever really dealt with as a girl-becoming-woman. Her eyes were wide open, like the proverbial deer in the headlights. I watched, amused, as her lips parted slightly, almost automatically. I brought the two pieces together, a hard boy-cock, and a virginal 13-year-old little girl mouth, until his tip just touched her bottom lip. She gave a little squeak as the two pieces of flesh met and her eyes twisted over to me with a spark of fear.
“It’s ok, you’re fine. It won’t hurt. You’ll love it. So will he . .” I kept repeating the words of encouragement and support, overcoming her fear and reluctance.
“Now, use your tongue. Get it wet. Spit is good. The more the better. Adjust. Swallow. Now get it wet again.”
I moved her head down the shaft until her lips popped over the ridge of his crown and closed around his cock head. I looked up at Brian, his eyes were closed, and I imagined that he was trying desperately not to cum too soon.
“Brian, don’t you dare cum until she's ready, do you hear me?”
“Un-hunh. . .”
I pulled Betsy’s head back until the tip almost slipped out, and then pushed her back on, this time getting another inch or so into her mouth. I did that a few times, so she would get the idea of moving her head back and forth.
“Keep the suction going. Don’t let up.”
I pushed farther, and she gagged a little as the cock head came into contact with the soft flesh at the back of her mouth.
“Don’t worry – that’ll stop. It’s just a reflex.” She grunted and I noticed that one hand was down masturbating her pussy like crazy. Good, I thought, she’ll associate a hard cock in her mouth with orgasms.
On the next down stroke, just as she went to gag again, I held her head. “SWALLOW!” I ordered, and I watched her neck gulp.
“Good, good.” I pulled her head back, let her catch a breath, and pushed her down again. Again, when his cock hit the back of her throat, I commanded her to swallow, and she did. She was getting the idea. I could feel her body start to relax as she gave herself up to the task, breathing heavily through her nose, gulping down her spit and pre-cum as she went back and forth on his shaft. Then, when I knew she was ‘in the zone’ as she reached the limit we’d set, I pushed harder, she swallowed, her face slid in that final inch or so, her nose bumped up against Brian’s tight tummy, she went “ummmmmmmmmm” deep in her throat and I whispered in her ear, ‘Yeah babe, you got it. You got his whole cock down your throat. You’re deep-throating!’ and just then I felt her give out a little moan and a shudder and she had a mini-orgasm at the thought. Perfect.
I held her down for a long moment, and then let her up. She came up off the cock with a gasp and a groan, her mouth flying open, spit and precum and gunk dripping down off her chin. She breathed in and out, and turned to me, her eyes bright with lust.
“Are you friggin’ kiddin’ me!” she gasped, a line of cum drooling out of the corner of her mouth to fall down onto one heaving breast. “Oh my gosh!”
She looked up at Brian. “Does that feel good?” He just nodded dumbly. I took my hand off of Betsy’s back and let her finish up.
“Ok, just keep on going. At some point, you’ll feel his cock sort of pulsate and it may even get a little bigger. Then he’ll cum. You hafta swallow all of it, understand?”
She looked at me a little scared. “It won’t kill you.” But she didn’t look exactly like a kid on Christmas morning.
She enveloped Brian’s cock again, and after a little bit of trepidation, started inhaling it all the way down, almost like a natural. Her fingers were going full speed down below in her pussy. I looked up at Brian. He was nodding, and I could see that he wouldn’t be lasting too much longer.
I put a hand on her shoulder as she levered back and forth.
“He’s close . . . keep going . . . that’s it . . . keep going . . . don’t forget to swallow . . . “
There was no other sound in the room except the rhythmic ‘gurk – gurk – gurk – guuurk’ of her fellatio.
Suddenly I heard Brian exhale and Betsy went “gaaaaaaaack!” and choked. I saw her neck visibly throb, as he blasted a fat teenage wad of cum down her throat. She swallowed again, and Brian cried out, but it was all just a little too much for my young charge, as she suddenly lurched and heaved back, and Brian’s still shooting penis came out of her mouth. I grabbed her head so she couldn’t duck, and held the base of his cock with my other hand, and as Brian blew, I aimed his shots all over her sweaty young face. One huge rope laced right up across her nose and over one eye into her blonde bangs, and the next blew across her other cheek and almost into her ear. I loved watching her flinch through the facial. One thing, though – she never stopped rubbing out her own climax.
By the time Brian had emptied his balls, her face was well decorated with his pent up semen. There were big strings of it on both cheeks, her forehead, and that one eye socket was pretty well filled.
“Don’t open your eye!” I cautioned her. Meanwhile, I bent down and, holding her face with both of my hands, I started vacuuming up the sperm from her skin with my lips, up one side and down the other, then across her forehead and into her spermy eye. My mouth filled as I cleaned her off, and then, when I was satisfied that I got 99% of the sperm off of her, I looked her in the eyes and smiled with my wet lips. Then leaned in for a deep tongue kiss and Betsy's introduction to a snowball. Her eyes widened at the touch of my lips against hers, and we never closed them or lost eye contact as I transferred the rest of Brian’s semen into her mouth, our tongues dueling back and forth to share the salty treasure. When I was sure she had it all, I reached down and massaged her throat as she primly swallowed down our combined spit and Brian’s sperms.
Meanwhile, Brian had collapsed back onto a chair, exhausted and, I’d imagine, pretty well satisfied, with a goofy look on his face. I looked at Betsy, she still had a bit of sperm dripping from her chin, which I wiped off with one fingertip and fed to her. Hugging her, I stood us both up and we collapsed back on the bed on our backs.
“Whew! My goodness!” she breathed, “is it always like that?” Her words were hoarse and clotty, like she still had a glob of cum in her throat. But she was smiling.
“Depends. It can get pretty intense sometimes.”
Brian spoke up. “Bets, that was the most amazing thing ever! You were fantastic! Man, I’m just wore out!” he said, somewhat theatrically.
I shooed him out, but not before he made a date with Betsy to go out on Friday night. I thought she’d explode. We were both giggling and laughing and hugging. Little did she know that it was all a setup.
“Oh my gosh Jules, he asked me, he asked me out!!!” she jumped up and down on her knees on the bed, her glistening boobs bouncing around and almost hypnotizing me.
“I knew he would, Bets, you’re great. Just need some faith, that’s all, baby, and a little practice. And remember to not let your parents catch on.”
She stopped suddenly. “Oh my gosh. I have to ask permission. D’ya think it’ll be OK?”
I thought. “Yeah, sure. Why not. Brian’s a good kid, they can’t have anything bad to say about him. Not like you’re going out with Dwayne and Trevor and the football team or anything….” And I let my voice trail off and raised my eyebrows, and we both dissolved into gales of laughter again.
“So, how d’ya like giving your first BJ?” I asked.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh. It was . . . . it was . . . like . . . so fucking intense!” she spit out and we giggled again. “I think I like cocks! Is his big or small? Do they always spurt like that? Did I do good? Do you think he’ll want me to do it again? On Friday? Should I? I got it all over my face! No, YOU did that, you crazy bitch! You made me!” She was going on at about ninety miles an hour.
Finally she settled down. I told her that for her first time, she was fantastic.
“Penises come in all different sizes. He was about average, I guess. And he was circumsized. When they’re not, the skin comes up over the tip until you pull it down. And remember, cum is good for you. You should never let the guy think that you think it’s gross or icky. OK?”
She nodded.
“And remember – you can’t get pregnant from swallowing!” and the giggles started again.
“Oh my gosh…what if Brian wants to . . . to . . . you know, use my . . . –“
“Pussy?”
“Yeah.”
“You on birth control?”
“Oh no! My mother would never – “
“Well, you’d better do something. Get him to wear a rubber, or go down to the clinic and get pills. You don't have to have your parent's permission. You do NOT want a baby! Hear me? Until you get some protection, just limit him blow jobs only!”
She nodded gravely.
Twenty minutes later we were cleaned up, I made Bets take a shower and made sure she washed all the cum off of her before I let her go home.
Five minutes after Betsy skipped down the sidewalk towards her house, with her first ever load of sperm sloshing around in her tummy, Daddy rolled up in the car. I squealed and ran out to greet him, grabbing his briefcase and giving him a sloppy and wet kiss. He looked at me oddly.
“Honey, what’s that I – “
“Oh Daddy, I’m sorry – Betsy came over, and guess what we did – “ and I ended up telling him the whole story, from our encounter on the bed to Brian’s coming in, Betsy’s blowjob training, and everything. He looked at me with a frown as we sat on the sofa inside.
“What you did was pretty daring, sweetie. You don’t know how it could have turned out –what if Betsy had freaked out and claimed she was raped or something? You need to be more careful around her until you can be sure she can be trusted.”
I knew what he meant. But I knew Bets too, and if I hadn’t been sure she’d go along, I’d have never done it. I told Daddy that, and reassured him that I was very careful. He still shook his head a little bit, I don’t think he was completely convinced.
After dinner, Betsy texted me to meet her at the park a block or so down the street, and I helped Daddy clean up and then walked over there. She was swinging on one of the swings, her dress billowing out from her legs in a cloud of red and white.
“Hey girl.”
“Hey. Everything OK?”
“Yeah. I just had to get out of the house. I told Mom and Dad that Brian wanted to go out with me on Friday, and they weren’t too happy about it. They said 13 is too young, but I whined and begged and pleaded, and they finally said OK. I think Dad was OK with it, but Mom has this big ol’ frown all the time now that Jamie is off at college.”
I didn’t know how her older brother going off to college would be such a big deal to her mother, but I didn’t say anything. I grabbed the swing next to her.
“So, what’re you going to wear?” I asked her.
“Well, do ya think I can borrow some stuff from you? I really don’t have anything . . . pretty . . .to wear, you know?”
I said sure, I was happy to loan her (or even give her) some stuff to make ol’ Brian stand up and salute.
“Want to come over right now, we can go through my stuff and you can pick out whatever you want that’ll fit you – your boobs are too big for most of my tops, but other than that . . .”
She agreed, and we walked back home. Daddy was in his den working, and we poked our heads in and said hello. He waved to Betsy and winked at me. He’d known Betsy for a long time too, of course.
We went up to my room, and started picking through my closet and drawers.
“Ok, first – underneath. Panties, thong, or commando?” I grinned at her.
“ummmm . . . thong?” I grabbed a tiny red number and tossed it her way.
“Stockings or thigh highs?”
“I want to wear a garter belt, Jules, for the first time, out in public. Is that OK?” she asked.
“Of course, babe! I do all the time, remember? Now let’s find a nice sexy one. . .”
We picked out a nice red one that matched the thong, and some silky stockings to go with it. I gave her a brand new unopened package.
“Now, a nice sexy mini skirt that just barely covers the straps . . .” It took us a few minutes to go through my stuff and find a skirt that fit her waist and hips and yet was long enough to go out in public without causing a ruckus, but short enough to make her feel sexy.
We went through about 30 tops before we found one that fit her chest, even though it was real tight, and I told her not to wear a bra with it, just button it all the way up and then gradually as the night wore on she could unbutton one at a time. She grinned.
“You know Jules, I never liked my boobs before this week. I thought they were too big. They embarrassed me. Now, though . . .” and she trailed off. “I kinda like ‘em!”
“Good for you. The way I see it, if God gave ‘em to ya, he’d want you to enjoy them, right?” and she nodded and I reached out and tweaked her nipple with a chuckle.
We spent the next hour doing girly things, talking about makeup and stuff like that. It was fun talking to a girl my own age for a change, I really didn’t have much opportunity to. I guess Christine was my closest female friend, and she was ten years older and not really around much. But I liked Bets. Once I’d gotten her out of her shell, that is.
Some how, the conversation got around to Daddy.
“I just think your Dad is soooooo cute, Jules. My god, how can you be in the same house with him day after day? I’d be creaming my jeans all the time.”
“Who are you and what did you do with my friend Betsy?” I giggled at her, somewhat astounded at the change in her over the last few days.
“Hey girl, you've taught me a lot in the last few days. Got my pussy licked, and licked my first pussy. Sucked my first dick. And not my last, I’ll tell you that right now!” she giggled.
She tried on various combinations of some outfits. Despite her being bigger up top than I was, most of the rest of her was just about the same size as me. Her butt was also a little bigger but not by too much, and we actually had the same exact 22” waist!
She looked really good in one of my plaid schoolgirl miniskirts and white thigh-highs, with my black stilettos. When she put on one of my white blouses and tied it under her boobs, and she was really hot looking. I gave her some bracelets and stuff to wear too, and I decided to take her down and run her past Daddy to see what kind of a reaction she’d get.
I threw on a robe (all I had on was a little pair of panties, and since Bets was here, I thought I’d better not push it.) and we walked downstairs and into Daddy’s den. He was working on some papers behind his desk still.
“Daddy, can we bother you for a minute?” I asked. He looked up and I saw his eyes widen when he saw Betsy.
“Sure, sweetie, what’s up?” he answered, pushing himself away from his desk and coming around front of it, leaning back onto the front edge and crossing his legs. He had on a nice pair of grey trousers and his white shirt and tie from work, still, but the tie was loosened around his neck.
We walked over to face him. “Betsy and I want to know if you think she’s cute in this outfit – she has a date on Friday with Brian Mackenzie, I don’t think you know him, he lives over in the Terrace, but he’s a really nice guy and Bets wants to make sure he likes her, but she doesn’t have hardly any really cute clothes because her parents are like, really strict with her, and I told her that I would let her wear some of my stuff and so-“ and I had to stop to take a breath.
“Ok, ok, ok, slow down honey, you’ll hurt yourself!” Daddy chuckled. He put one elbow in the palm of his hand and the other hand up under his chin like he was deep in thought. He peered at Betsy intently, making her blush red. Then he motioned with one finger around in a circle, for her to spin for him. She did, and I watched the skirt fly up just enough to show that she didn't have any panties on.
“Aren’t you a little . . . chilly, down below?” he grinned at her.
“Daddy! Stop embarrassing Betsy. We just haven’t decided on what kind of panties to wear. Do you think she should go with a thong, or with some nice red lace ones, or what?
“Well, I always liked a nice thong, but red lace is good too.” He said, smiling at Betsy. I thought she’d start to drip out of her crotch, she was so gushy.
“Oh thank you Mr Nelson, thank you so much. I’m so glad you like my outfit, I really trust your opinion, you know, ‘cause you’re so . . . cool, and kinda youngish and sexy . . .' and her voice trailed off.
I could see Daddy’s pants start to tent out in front. He definitely liked her look. Then I noticed that Betsy saw it too. She covered her mouth with one hand.
“Oh, my goodness Mr Nelson, did you get that way from me?” she said, in her fake little ‘schoolgirl’ voice. I smiled to myself. She was learning fast.
Daddy went “hummmpf” and kinda cleared his throat. I decided to save him.
“Of course he did, dummy! That’s what guys do when they see pretty girls! It’s our job to make guys get erections! Haven’t I been tellin’ ya that?” I said, mock-punching her on the arm. “Tell her, Daddy!”
He cleared his throat again. “Well, er . . . I guess so . . . yes, actually. When a man, or boy, sees a sexy, pretty girl, he normally can’t help becoming excited. You should take it as a compliment, and I’m sure you’re going to make all the boys get erections. That’s a good thing for a girl.”
“Gee, Mr N, you think I’m sexy?”
He looked at me with a kind of curious, ‘what-are-you-doing?’ look. Then he looked back at her.
“Well, sure, Betsy. You’re very pretty, I’m sure any boy would be happy to be with you.”
She sidled up to him, reached out and rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in the front of his trousers. “Awwwww, it’s so hard! It must be really painful! I guess it’s my responsibility to take care of it now, right?”
Now it was his turn to go beet-red.
“Betsy, are you sure you know what you're doing here?” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.
“Well, sure! It’s my fault that you got all hot and bothered, and you’re paying me a compliment by saying I’m sexy and beautiful, and that’s how your. . . .you . . . got this way, then I should be the one to . . . relieve . . .your pressure, don’t you think?” and she cocked her head and pouted her lips, and put on the archetypical ‘bimbo schoolgirl’ act perfected by young teases over thousands of years.
I thumbed my camera phone and turned on the video.
Betsy dropped to her knees in front of Daddy and slowly pulled down his zipper like she'd been doing it all her life. “My gosh, Mr N, you’re really BIG!” as her eyes went wide looking at the second penis she'd ever seen. She wormed one hand into his slacks, and slowly pulled Daddy’s almost completely hard penis out of his pants. It suddenly sprang loose and smacked her in the forehead, and I saw a pearly drop of pre-cum fly out of the tip and drop wetly into her bangs. She looked cross-eyed at the end of it.
Daddy’s penis is quite a bit larger than Brian’s, both in length and width. I saw Betsy gulp. I’m not so sure she knew what she was in for. I know the first time I saw Daddy’s penis up close, I was a little bit scared. ‘Course, I was only eleven, and Betsy was practically grown up at thirteen, like me. She looked over at me with a ‘can-I-do-this?’ sort of look on her face. I nodded and smiled.
She had both hands around his shaft, and pointed the tip right at her nose. Another big bead of clear pre-cum bubbled to the opening, and she stuck her tongue out and tentatively licked it off.
“Mmmmm….” she moaned to herself.
Her hands started moving back and forth slowly, shucking Daddy’s skin up and down on the hard shaft of his penis. He moaned under his breath.
“Am I . . .doing it right?” she breathed, looking up at Daddy. He just nodded.
She continued to slide her hands up and down, making clear bubbles to issue from his tip, and licking them off as soon as they appeared. At one point, she reached down and untied the knot holding her top together under the bottom of her boobs, and let the two sides fall open, giving Daddy an unimpeded view of her firm young tits and the hard nipples on top.
Then she leaned forward and opened her mouth, popping the tip and crown of Daddy’s penis into her mouth, closing her eyes and sucking strongly on the end. Daddy groaned. I knew how he liked that feeling of a girl taking him in, it was one of my favorite things when I sucked on his penis. Betsy hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard on Daddy. His eyes were closed and I know that he was loving it. She bobbed her entire body back and forth on her knees, trying to get more and more of Daddy’s penis into her mouth. She was having trouble, though. She just wasn’t ready for one as big as Daddy's yet.
I decided to help. I moved in and knelt down next to her, taking the shaft from her hands and moving them down to knead her boobs. I knew Daddy liked watching her do that. Then I put one hand behind her neck to hold her steady, and jerked on Daddy’s cock shaft with the other. I grabbed a handful of her hair and moved her head back until only the crown and tip was in her mouth.
“Keep moving your tongue over the tip of it, Bets, don’t stop. When he starts to shudder and you feel it coming, stop and make a trough on your tongue for his cum. . .”
I started up, and Daddy watched closely through almost-closed eyes as his daughter jerked his cock into the mouth of her friend, a friend who was feverishly pulling on her own nipples and kneading her breasts.
Jerking, jerking, jerking. I held the back of her neck, keeping her from moving too far back. I looked up at Daddy, and mouthed ‘CUM’ to him. Betsy was making low guttural noises in her throat as she continued to swallow her spit and Daddy’s pre-cum in long hot streams. I whispered loudly enough for Daddy to hear, in her ear, “Bets, he’s gonna cum soon. A lot. Daddy’s cum a lot, especially my Daddy. I know-“ and I paused, for effect and to let her absorb what I’d already said. Daddy's body stiffened, but he kept going. Then I continued. “- I know, ‘cause I’ve sucked his dick a thousand times. And Daddy fucks me too!” and she convulsed when I said that, her tummy rippled and she moaned, deep in her throat, and I heard her juices drip from her pussy to the floor, and then Daddy grunted, and I felt a huge bolt of sperm jet up his shaft and erupt straight into her mouth. Betsy gulped it down perfectly, and I kept jerking, while I held her head tight against him so she couldn't pull away.
Daddy grunted again, and shot another hot, wet stream of Daddy-sperm into my friend’s mouth, the white missile shooting from the tongue-lashed tip of his penis and ricocheting around her pink mouth, gushing over her tongue like a glob of white paint.
“Hold it there, don’t swallow!” I cautioned her, “You have to show us after . . .” and her body was wracked by another orgasm as the obscene thought rocked her innocent brain.
“Oh god, oh god . .” gasped Daddy as he pulsed, over and over, into Betsy’s accommodating young mouth. I grinned up at him, and continued to jerk his shaft. I counted at least seven good, strong jets of his sperm shoot up through his shaft into Bets hungry mouth. Her cheeks puffed out and her eyes looked at me with hot, salty alarm. Finally, Daddy started to moan softly as he emptied his balls completely, and the sensitivity of his cock-head became too much for him. He shivered, and breathed softly, ‘no more, no more . . . too good . . .’ and I stopped jerking, and cradled his balls lovingly, moving Betsy’s head back with my other hand. “Don’t let it spill, don’t let it spill!“ I commanded as Daddy’s plum-sized crown popped from her oral cavern. I gave his shaft a quick suck to catch the last dribble, and giggled as Daddy convulsed in a sensitive quiver that went from his hips all the way down his legs.
I turned, held Betsy’s face between my hands and looked right in her eyes.
“Don’t swallow. Keep holding it in your mouth.” She looked at me with wild eyes, desperate to breath around such a huge mouthful, much more than Brian had given her. Her cheeks bulged out.
“Taste it. Warm, right?” She nodded.
“Move your tongue around in it. Stir it up.” I felt her jaw move.
“Now, open, slowly, and show us. Him.” I said, pointing up at Daddy’s still-astonished face.
She opened her mouth, and a white dribble escaped over her bottom lip. But it didn’t matter. She looked Daddy deep in the eye, and he saw as I did, a lake of sperm covering her tongue and bottom teeth. It was white, cloudy, and I could smell the musky aroma of man that overwhelmed Betsy's senses.
“Whenever you can, always show it to him before you swallow. You need to show that you appreciate his gift, that you want it, that you NEED it. And you do. Don't you?” and Bets nodded carefully so that none of the precious fluid spilled over her bottom lip. Her eyes almost closed as her mind transported to that place that I knew so well, that nirvana of complete sexual surrender, of acceptance, of pride in the role she played. Semen and sperm would be her holy grail, her life force, forever.
“Swallow. A little bit. Not all-” I held one hand softly against her throat and felt it undulate as the first dribble of her mouthful slipped smoothly into her tummy.
“Again.” Another ripple. It felt so sexy.
“Again.”
“Again. Let’s see.” It was almost all gone, leaving only a thin white coating on her tongue.
“Ok, now get it all, get the last of it. Savor it.” Another ripple down her throat. She glanced at me.
“Oh. My. God.” She whispered. “Oh. My. God.” Betsy closed her eyes and went “ummmmmmmmmm” deep in her body. Then she looked up at Daddy.
“Thank you, Mr N, thank you so much.” Then she looked at me. “Thank you, Jules. I never knew what I was missing.”
I helped her to her feet. Daddy leaned down and kissed the top of her head, and she almost fainted, I think.
“You’re a very sexy, attractive young lady, Betsy. I hope you realize this has to be our secret from now on - no one can ever know.” She nodded solemnly.
“I know, Mr N. I’ll never say a thing to anybody, I swear, I swear.”
Daddy looked at me. "I was wrong, baby. You knew exactly what you were doing, and I am SO proud that you took the chance and helped Betsy learn to suck cock so well. You are a wonderful friend."
We made our way back up stairs and collected ourselves. I put all the clothes and stuff that I was lending to Betsy in a small bag, and then we both fell asleep on my bed. The last thing I remember is thinking, “I HAVE to get her on the pill.”
From Betsy’s point of view, it’s a good thing your mouth can’t get pregnant!
Chapter
37 - Betsy and the Bikers
[Author's Note]: This chapter depicts a rather violent rape and its aftermath, and I want to reassure my readers that I do not at all condone the behavior depicted. Rape is a vile and despicable act of violence and as you will see, it's not tolerated in this fictional story.
The next day, I told Daddy about Betsy’s lack of birth control, and he was quick to agree that if she and Brian were planning on having sex, she’d have to get something. “And turns out she’s allergic to latex, so Brian can’t use a rubber or anything. What should we do?”
“Well, there’s always the alternative that you and I enjoyed early on.” I knew what he meant. But I wasn’t sure that ol’ Bets was quite ready to get poked in the butt, just yet.
“I really think she’d rather use her cute little pussy, Daddy.”
“Hmmmmmm… ok, how about we contact Dr. Jackson, I would imagine that she’d be willing to give Betsy a check up and make sure everything is good, and prescribe the pill for her.”
I yippee-d, and leaned up to give Daddy a big kiss and squeeze his penis.
Two weeks later, we were riding back from Dr. Jackson’s office about mid-afternoon. Betsy was snoozing in the back seat, Dr Jackson had checked her out, pronounced her fit and healthy, and prescribed a BC pill for her to start on. She (Dr Jackson) also checked me out, making sure that the little things she’d done for me were all good.
I was fine. She looked at my mouth, and the opening of my lips, and pronounced that the little cutting she’d done to make my mouth larger was healed completely, and that it would not give me any problems in the future. Same thing with my teeny cervix dilation, she looked up in there and said it was all very good. I was relieved at that, seeing as how I’d been fucked like, hundreds of times since she did it. She said that I was in great shape, my girly parts were doing just fine, and there were no ill effects anywhere.
“Must be all the sperms I’m getting squirted on me!” I grinned at her.
“You never know,” she chuckled back at me as I dressed.
We stopped for dinner at a little café by the side of the road. I had a nice cheeseburger, and Betsy had chicken parm. While we were eating, a big bunch of motorcycle guys rode up on their bikes, roaring in and raising a cloud of dust. I shivered at the sight, involuntarily. Betsy went “Yikes!” and was ready to hide under the table, but I grabbed her wrist and tried to calm her down.
“Relax, Bets – they’re probably not here to cause any trouble or anything, not with so many other people around – “ and I waved my other hand at the six or seven other people or couples scattered around the diner in booths and at the dinette bar, “ – besides which, Daddy will take care of us no matter what, right Daddy?” and I looked at him hopefully.
“She’s right, Betsy, I don’t think we have anything to be afraid of. In fact, they may not even come in – see, they’re all just hanging around the parking lot out there, smoking and messing around.” We looked, and he was right - the gang, there were about 20 or so of them, I guess, were just kind of standing around, some of them were looking at the cars, others were just messing around with each other. We resumed eating, and a few minutes passed, and we had all calmed down.
By now, six or seven of the big ugly hairy guys were in the diner, and they trooped down the aisle on the other side of the door from us, looking over everybody. They were trying to intimidate us, I know. They didn’t even look over this way though.
“Let’s finish up and get on our way anyway – it’s getting late, and I want to get home before midnight, if at all possible.” Daddy said, as we watched the gang that was inside take over about three booths on the other side of the diner. We nodded and finished up our desserts, and then got up to pay the bill and leave. While Daddy was paying and waiting for his change, Betsy announced she had to go to the bathroom before we hit the road again.
“Ok, just hurry up, willya?” I said, “Daddy, go start the car and I’ll wait here for Betsy.” The bathrooms were down around the corner of the diner, on the other side. I grabbed a magazine and pretended to read, while I watched Daddy go out and start the car.
A couple of minutes later, Betsy hadn’t returned. I noticed that the bikers who were in the diner all got up rather suddenly, and they left without even ordering anything, which I guess the waitresses were glad to see. I watched disinterested as they jogged out and jumped on their bikes and with another big roar and a cloud of dust, the whole gang took off in the other direction from where we were headed. I breathed a sigh of relief, and went to go get Betsy.
Pushing open the ladiy’s room door, I yelled, “Hey girl, get your butt in gear, it’s time to go!”
No answer. Puzzled, I walked down the room in front of the stalls, looking underneath. ‘That’s odd’’, I thought, ‘where the heck is she? ’ I walked back outside, thinking maybe she went out the side door, and went to the car, but she wasn’t there. Now I was a little scared. Where the heck did she go? I told Daddy I couldn’t find her anywhere.
“Wait here, baby –“ and Daddy ran back in to the diner. I saw him talking to the guy at the register, and then they were both looking back and forth, and then a waitress came up and said something to them, and Daddy looked like he was about to explode. He ran back out, red-faced and excited.
“Get in the car, quick, honey. Those bikers took Betsy!” he yelled, and I jumped in the front seat next to him. My heart sank. Betsy’s been kidnapped? My mind started imagining all sorts of horrible things. Daddy started the car, and jammed it into gear, but as he started to back up, we heard that “glump-glump” sound of a flat tire.
“SHIT!” Daddy grunted, and jumped out. I got up on my knees and watched him run to the back of the car, and then he pounded on the trunk and kicked at the tire. “THOSE FUCKERS!” he yelled. “C’mon, sweetie, back in the diner – we’ve got to call the cops and have them get Betsy back before she gets hurt!” he shouted. ‘or worse. . .’ I thought.
We ran back into the diner, and Daddy and the manager guy called the police. About two minutes later, two black police cars came screeching in to the parking lot of the diner with their lights going and everything. Daddy and the manager ran out to them and they all were talking and pointing and everything for about five minutes. I was sitting in one of the front booths, shaking in fear for poor Betsy. One of the waitresses came by and sat next to me.
“She’ll be alright, sweetie, don’t worry. The cops’ll get her back before ya know it.” She cracked her gum. I looked at her. “D’ya think so – “and I noticed her little name plate badge, “ – Candy?” She nodded. She was about forty or so, I guess, kinda brassy, with teased up blonde hair and red lipstick, and her uniform was open up top enough to show about three-quarters of her boobs. I guess that helped with the tips. She was sorta pretty but I had the feeling she’d been used quite a lot. I was getting so I could tell that about a person by now.
“Yeah, no problemo. I know most of the cops around here, they’re pretty good.” She put her arm around my shoulders and squeezed. “Wanna milkshake or sum’pin?”
“Umm, yeah, I guess, that would be nice, thank you.” I murmured, still preoccupied with worrying about Betsy.
Daddy and I waited around the diner for a couple of hours, but the cops never came back with Betsy. Another bunch of them came by about half an hour after the first bunch took off, and asked me and Daddy all sorts of questions, which we answered as best we could. By the time they were done, I felt so guilty about letting Bets run off to the bathroom by herself, and started to cry.
“Sweetie, please, don’t cry – this wasn’t your fault at all! You couldn’t have done anything to stop them, and who knows, if you’d gone with her, then maybe they’d have taken both of you. . .” Daddy tried to comfort me, hugging me close.
“Your father’s right, Miss, there was nothing you could have done. The bikers must have seen you at some point, passed you on the road or something, and then followed you here. They had this planned all out ahead of time – why else would they have cut your car’s tire.” said this one big cop, who looked important. “My men have a blanket around this whole area, they’re not getting away or going anywhere with her. It’s just a matter of time, we’ll get her back, just you wait and see.”
I nodded, but my heart wasn’t in it. I’d never really ever been involved in any kind of crime or bad thing, and I didn’t like it. At all.
Hours passed. Daddy made some telephone calls, but mostly he just sat next to me in the booth. Candy stopped by every couple of minutes too. I think she was kind of interested in Daddy, actually, now that I think back. She kept leaning over the table showing him her boobs. Daddy looked at me and raised one eyebrow and winked every time she did, and I had to smile, a little. I fell asleep, finally, as it was nearly midnight and it was really dark around there. Most everybody else had left by now, but there were two cops there, and the manager guy, and Candy.
I woke up to Daddy shaking my shoulder gently. I yawned and then came awake instantly.
“Did they find her? Is Betsy back? Is she OK? Where is she?” I rattled off the standard twenty questions in about ten seconds. Daddy looked worried, but also relieved.
“Yes, they found her - she’s . . . ok. She’s been through a lot but the police said she wasn’t . . . badly injured. They took her to the hospital just to be safe, and we’re going there to get her. C’mon, let’s go.”
I was so happy to hear that the cops got her back, but worried that they had her at the hospital. Daddy said that one of the cops had helped him change the tire on the car, and we sped off to the hospital. I looked at my phone. It was 3:45 in the morning.
Within about ten minutes, we were at the local hospital. It was a small thing, about a quarter of the size of the one at home. We ran in to the main entrance, and a cop there pointed down the hall.
“She’s in the third room on the left. She’s awake and ok.” I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
We burst into the room and I jumped up to hug her. She was lying on the hospital bed, and she had one of those ugly hospital gowns on. I looked at her. She had a little cut on the side of her face, and her lips looked puffy and sore, and her hair was all scraggly and messed up, but other than that she didn’t look bad.
“Oh Betsy I’m so glad we got you back!” I gushed and we cried and she held me and I held her and we just sorta cried and laughed and hugged at each other. Daddy said he was going to go find the doctor and check with him.
“What’d they do, what happened? How’d they get you? Are you sure you’re ok? I was soooo worried!”
She smiled weakly. “I’m. . .Ok, I guess. I mean, they didn’t break my arms or legs or anything. . . “ and her voice trailed off.
“Did they - ” and I didn’t have to finish the sentence. We both knew what I meant.
She was silent for a long time. I looked into her eyes and they seemed far away. Unfocused.
“Yeah.”
I gulped. “Oh no . . .”
“A lot. It went on forever. They wouldn’t stop. It was horrible, Jules. I think I passed out too.”
I looked at her with so much sadness in my eyes.
She took a deep breath.
Betsy’s Story
“I was just coming out of the ladies room, you know, when all of a sudden someone threw a bag or something over my head, and a hand went over my mouth, and I felt at least two guys pick me up and just hustle me right out the side door. They smelled horrible, and I knew it was the bikers. I couldn’t even scream or kick or fight back or anything. They threw me in the back of a pickup truck with two of the bikers and one girl biker, they called her Desiree or Desire or something I really didn’t care. I was so scared and helpless feeling. I think I peed my pants!”
“We peeled out of the parking lot and I couldn’t see anything, and all I heard was their heavy breathing and them talking to each other. I could hear that they were taking me to their hideout. I was scared out of my wits and started to cry. They heard me, and the girl kicked me in the shins.
“Oh, shut up ya stupid little bitch. Or I’ll really give ya somethin’ to cry about.” I snuffled and sniffled but stopped crying. I didn’t want to get beat up or something, you know?”
“Finally, after what seemed like hours and hours, we pulled off the highway onto some bumpy old side road and I thought I was gonna get, like, tossed right out of the truck. But I didn’t. We went down that road for a couple of minutes, I guess and then pulled to a stop. I felt hands pick me up and pull me down off the truck, and then the pillow case (that’s what it was) got pulled off my head. My hair was all messed up, but I looked around, and there was this big huge bonfire going, and about a million bikers roaring around on their cycles and people standing around smoking and drinking and stuff. There was two guys having a fist fight over in one spot, and a bunch of them were standing around cheering them on and stuff, pouring booze over them and all that. They were just crazy!”
“They pushed me forward, and I almost tripped. Then one big biker guy grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me towards where a big group of guys were standing around. They were all watching something in the middle of them, and they parted aways to let us get in. I saw what they were all looking at. Jules, there were two girls and they were going at it! They were naked and they were doing 69, like we did, but they were really savage about it. They were all sweaty and covered with dirt and grime and stuff but they were rolling around on this big rug kind of blanket. There were guys playing with themselves, you know, and every now and then one of them would come up and spurt, like, all over the girls, they didn’t care, they just kept on sucking on each other’s pussies and all. It was kinda sexy, actually.”
“The girl biker came up and grabbed my butt. “Hey sweetcheeks, ever munch the rug? Looks fuckin’ good, don’t it?” She reached over and pinched my nipple and I squirmed out of her grip.”
“Owwww! That hurts, don’t do that!” I shouted at her but she just laughed. “You’re gonna get a lot worse than that before the nights over, bitch, so ya better just get used to it. Hey Bear, let’s strip this bitch now!” she growled at me, and she and one of the biker guys practically tore my clothes off. Before I could even fight back, they had me stripped naked except for my sneaks.”
“Oh, Jules, it was soooo embarrassing! I was like, totally nude in front of all these guys! But I couldn’t help it, my nipples got hard and part of me got really excited, like, you know? I looked around the crowd again, and there were guys getting blowjobs from girls, and more girls kissing each other and all. They pushed me into the middle of the circle, and the two girls who were making out pulled me down and they pushed me flat on my back and then they each started sucking on my boobs and oh man it felt so good, even though I was scared shitless, you know? Then the first girl, Desire or Desiree or whatever, she gets down between my legs and starts licking me down there, and I struggled a little bit, trying to get away but they were just too big for me, you know? People were hooting and hollering and yelling ‘you go girl’ and stuff like that. They kept at me for a couple of minutes at least, and I almost even had a orgasm, you know but then, just before I did, they stopped and all three of them moved away. I lay there, naked, on the ground, and then I felt two arms pull me up from behind, and get me onto my knees. A guy walked up to me with his penis sticking out of his jeans and grabbed the back of my head and before I could even do or say anything, he pushed his ugly, smelly penis right at my face! I kept my mouth shut and tried to turn away, but then he SLAPPED ME! Jules, he slapped me so hard I saw stars.”
“’Open yer fuckin’ mouth, bitch!’ he cussed at me, and I didn’t want to get slapped again, so I opened my mouth a little bit and he pushed the end of his penis in and I . . . I . . . I couldn’t help it, Jules, I really couldn’t! I started sucking on him, just a little bit, and I tasted his foul sweat and all, and part of me wanted to barf, you know? But another part of me got real hot and all I wanted to do was suck on his ugly old cock. He grabbed the back of my head and started just pushing in and out, and I swirled my tongue around on him, and he just kept on doing it, you know, and then he swore and he pushed in real far, and I almost choked and then I felt him start to spurt and it was really hot and there was a TON of it, oh man Jules, I almost upchucked, but I swallowed it without even thinking, and then he spurted again, and I had to swallow, and then some of it leaked out my mouth, and when they saw that, all the guys around started cheering and yelling and slapping the guy on the back, and he just yelled and then he pulled his p-p-penis out of my mouth and sprayed it all over my face and hair and all. They really cheered at that, Jules, what is it about guys?”
“So then he got behind me and held my arms behind my back, really tight, and it hurt but I couldn’t do anything. Another biker guy came up and there was another cock in my face. This one had all that funny looking skin on the front of it like you said, and I almost laughed at it but I caught myself just in time, I figured it probably wouldn’t be too smart to laugh at a biker’s penis. It just went on and on, Jules, every time I sucked one guy off, another would take his place. I swear I musta sucked off at least twenty of them, my stomach was getting upset and the smell and taste of the cum was making me like, almost barf, you know? I kept puking it up with my spit and gunk and my whole front was all slimy, it was disgusting. Half of them came on my face too, I was drenched in it, it was in my hair and my eyes, and it stings! Every now and then, one of the girls would come up and she’d kiss me and stick her tongue in my mouth and slurp up a bunch of the cum too, and the guys all cheered and yelled when they saw that. Now, that was actually kinda hot, you know? Oh, Jules, I’m such a slut!”
Betsy stopped her rambling monologue for a moment to take a deep breath. I looked at her and her eyes were not there, somehow she’d transported herself back to the torture and assault of a few hours ago. She was grasping my hand tightly in her own, and I could feel her pulse racing. I handed her a cup with some ginger ale in it and she up-ended it and gulped it all down.
“Aaaaaargh, that tastes better. I’m never going to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. Anyway, after a while I guess they got tired of my blowing them, and they pushed me over on to my back. I knew what was going to happen, Jules, I was scared and excited and crying and knew it would hurt.
Oh Jules, it was horrible . . . at first.”
“I had my eyes closed and my hands clenched, they held my legs apart and I felt somebody spit on my pussy, you know, ‘cause I was dry, and then I felt someone come up and this big blunt head came up and rubbed up and down on my pussy crack. I was scared and excited all at the same time and I didn’t even know what to do. But my button felt good, and I remembered what you showed me about my clit and all, and then, BANG! I felt a horrible, sharp pain right in my pussy, and it hurt like hell, Jules, it really did, and I felt wet but then this guy whoever it was, he started moving in and out of me really slow and then the he speeded up. He yelled out, “Hey, I think this bitch was cherry!” and everybody cheered and laughed and made all sorts of rude comments. But Jules – I was being FUCKED! In front of everybody! Some guy I didn’t even know, an ugly old biker, was fucking me and I lost my cherry and it wasn’t to Brian like I wanted! I started to cry but that just seemed to make them all even worse, they laughed at me and called me names like cunt and bitch and whore and all that and it was horrible! The biker fucking me kept on pushing farther and farther into me and it hurt a lot but then he started rubbing on my clit and I couldn’t help it Jules, it started to feel good. Does that make me a slut? I din’t want to feel good getting raped but I couldn’t help it . . .”
I held her hand and squeezed gently. “No, babe, that doesn’t make you a slut. No one feels good getting raped, it’s horrible. But sometimes your body does stuff to keep a bad thing from being even worse, ya know? Like, if you really really hated it you’d be all dry and everything and it’d hurt even more, right?” I tried to convince her it wasn’t her fault that her pussy was wet or anything. I don’t know if that was true or not, but it sounded convincing, and I didn’t want Betsy to be permanently fucked up by this horrible thing.
She snuffled and choked back a small sob. “Thanks, Jules. I just don’t know, I’m so confused. I mean, I hate it that this ugly biker was raping me while his friends held me down, but deep down in side, I mean, I was kinda excited that it was happening. I’m so fucked up . . . “
“And then I felt him push right in all the way up inside of me and I felt all wet all over and I realized that he was cumming in me, cumming in my pussy! I shivered and Jules, I came too! I hated it but I couldn’t help myself! They all laughed and cheered and I turned all red from embarrassment. That guy pulled out of me and shook his penis at me, spraying drops and stuff all over me, and then another guy knelt down between my legs and he was bigger, and he pushed into me and oh Jules, it started all over again! I din’t know what to do!!!”
She shivered. “You did what you had to do, sweetie. They could have really hurt you otherwise, you know” I tried to be comforting.
“Jules, they must have raped me for hours. One after another, they just kept on laying on me and pushing their ugly old fat cocks into me. I was covered in sperm down there, there was so much of it. Every now and then some girl would come up and lay down next to me and try to kiss me and all, and they were sticking their tongues down my throat and everything, grabbing my boobs and all too. They made me cum, Jules, they MADE me!”
I leaned over and hugged her, whispering in her ear. “It’s ok Bets, it’s ok. You couldn’t help it. Nobody could.”
We just lay like that for a moment, I could feel her body sort of quiver and tremble like she was almost going to cry but she didn’t. Then, she said something that really surprised me. She pulled my face over to hers and looked me real serious-like. She whispered.
“But Jules, I like fucking. I liked it! I came so hard! It was amazing! What can I do? I mean, I thought I was a good girl. Now, I don’t know. I think I want to get fucked a lot!”
I looked at her. “Betsy, you don’t have to do anything. Nothing. Don’t worry about it. You’re still a good girl. You didn’t hurt anybody. You’re not mean or nasty or anything. Just ‘cause you like sex doesn’t make you a bad person. You can’t help what they did to you, it’s not your fault. They were ugly, mean, bad people. You need to make this about YOU, not them. You can’t let them hurt you anymore.”
“Yeah, but my parents -”
“Don’t worry about them. I mean, they meant well, but really, ya know . . .” and I just trailed off.
“Jules?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“There’s more. Lots more.”
I looked at her with wide eyes. “More?”
She looked around like she was afraid someone would overhear. “Yeah. Oh man . . .they flipped me over, you know, like the guy was on the bottom and they had me over top of him. And then-“ and again she looked around and whispered in an even lower voice, “-and then someone came up behind me” and her eyes widened like saucers, “-and they stuck it in my butt!”
I went “Whoa!” She continued.
“Oh Jules, it hurt like hell at first! But I was so wet down there, you know, with cum and all, and I think they squirted some grease or something on me, and then the guy just pushed in and I felt so full, it was incredible! And so there were two guys screwing me then and oh, Jules, I just came and came and came! Then another guy came up and stuck his penis in my mouth and I just closed my eyes and sucked on him. Oh Jules, it was so freaky!”
Betsy was getting overwhelmed with the memory, I could tell. I was amazed, I must admit. A couple of weeks ago, this girl hadn’t even played with herself, and now she’d just survived being triple-teamed and made waterproof by a biker gang for god knows how long.
She laid back against the pillow there on the hospital bed and closed her eyes. “I’m tired, Jules. I’m really tired. . .” and I just stroked her arm and let her fall asleep. I looked carefully at her face as she nodded off. She had a slight smile. Amazing.
I sat there with her, and then about ten minutes later Daddy came in with the doctor. We went out into the hallway so we wouldn’t wake her up.
“Doctor, is she ok? I mean, they didn’t hurt her or anything, right?” I was anxious to hear that she was indeed alright and hadn’t suffered any long term effects.
“Well, she has no major physical damage, per se. There’s nothing broken, and apart from some bruising around the face and . . . genital . . . area, she appears to be fine. I don’t anticipate any long-term issues with her. However - ” and he stopped and looked at Daddy. “Are you sure?” and Daddy nodded. The doctor continued.
“When they brought her in, she was in pretty bad shape. She was naked, of course, and she was literally covered in . . . seminal fluid.” The doctor blushed. “It actually soaked right through the blanket they’d wrapped her in. She was awake, and conscious, but in a daze. There was evidence of some alcohol use. We immediately ran a full scan and bloodwork on her, and cleaned her up as best we could.”
I nodded.
“She’d obviously been assaulted, numerous times. We suctioned her vagina and recovered quite a bit of fluid. I examined her internally, and the uterine area was also almost completely full, I’d say perhaps 150 to 200 milliliters. Her anus was bruised, and slightly torn, and we drained a large amount of fluid from her colon as well. I estimate that she’d taken at least thirty ejaculations in each orifice. We couldn’t tell if they’d fed her any drugs, so we pumped her stomach to be safe, and recovered 300 milliliters.”
“Recovered?” I questioned.
“Seminal fluid."
I gulped. But not as much as Betsy had, I suppose.
“We have no way of knowing if she’s been infected with any STDs yet, so I’d strongly advise that she go to her local clinic or hospital in about a week to get a comprehensive check. We did give her an EC however, so we feel there’s little chance for a pregnancy.”
“EC?” I didn’t know what that was.
“Emergency contraceptive. Miss Armistead thought that she may have ovulated just a few days ago, and with the amount of semen we found in her uterus, it was almost certain that she would have conceived. The EC will ensure that doesn’t happen.”
That was good. Somehow, I don’t think Betsy’s mom and dad would appreciate her bringing home a little biker baby.
The doctor and Daddy talked a little bit more, and then we waited around for a while, and then we went over to the waiting room place, and a couple of minutes later, they wheeled Betsy in in a wheelchair. I was scared for a minute, but Daddy said they always do that when a person leaves a hospital, just to make sure they don’t fall down and blame the hospital.
We helped Bets to the car, and we both got in the back seat, and Daddy took off, and a few hours hour later we were home, safe and sound. Betsy stayed with us the rest of the day, and then her dad came and took her home. Before that, though, we had a long talk. Betsy said she wasn’t going to tell her parents about being raped and all, just that they bikers had kidnapped her but she’d gotten away before they did anything. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea but Betsy insisted.
“Jules, if they knew I . . . had sex, they’d never let me out of the house again. No way.” And she was emphatic. After thinking about it a long time, I told her her secret was safe with me, I would never tell anybody. But I still felt that it was wrong. Rape is a very bad thing, and the people who do it should be punished. I knew that motorcycle gang had probably hurt a lot of girls, and would do it again in the future. I resolved to fix that, somehow.
(Note: I told Spencer about the whole thing. He was really really mad and upset. After he calmed down, he told me that maybe some of his friends might be able to do something about it. I didn’t know what he meant, but about three weeks later after everything else had calmed down, he told me that the cops and the DEA and the ICE and the NSA and a whole bunch of other people had raided that biker hangout and they arrested like a zillion of them ‘cause they had drugs and guns and stuff, and the cabin caught fire mysteriously and burned down, and that a couple of the really bad biker guys got shot and everything. He nodded to me when he finished and said, “It’s over. They won’t hurt anybody else for a long, long time.” I thought that was good, and I told Betsy. She smiled a little wistfully at me and just said, “ok.”)
[Author's Note]: This chapter depicts a rather violent rape and its aftermath, and I want to reassure my readers that I do not at all condone the behavior depicted. Rape is a vile and despicable act of violence and as you will see, it's not tolerated in this fictional story.
The next day, I told Daddy about Betsy’s lack of birth control, and he was quick to agree that if she and Brian were planning on having sex, she’d have to get something. “And turns out she’s allergic to latex, so Brian can’t use a rubber or anything. What should we do?”
“Well, there’s always the alternative that you and I enjoyed early on.” I knew what he meant. But I wasn’t sure that ol’ Bets was quite ready to get poked in the butt, just yet.
“I really think she’d rather use her cute little pussy, Daddy.”
“Hmmmmmm… ok, how about we contact Dr. Jackson, I would imagine that she’d be willing to give Betsy a check up and make sure everything is good, and prescribe the pill for her.”
I yippee-d, and leaned up to give Daddy a big kiss and squeeze his penis.
Two weeks later, we were riding back from Dr. Jackson’s office about mid-afternoon. Betsy was snoozing in the back seat, Dr Jackson had checked her out, pronounced her fit and healthy, and prescribed a BC pill for her to start on. She (Dr Jackson) also checked me out, making sure that the little things she’d done for me were all good.
I was fine. She looked at my mouth, and the opening of my lips, and pronounced that the little cutting she’d done to make my mouth larger was healed completely, and that it would not give me any problems in the future. Same thing with my teeny cervix dilation, she looked up in there and said it was all very good. I was relieved at that, seeing as how I’d been fucked like, hundreds of times since she did it. She said that I was in great shape, my girly parts were doing just fine, and there were no ill effects anywhere.
“Must be all the sperms I’m getting squirted on me!” I grinned at her.
“You never know,” she chuckled back at me as I dressed.
We stopped for dinner at a little café by the side of the road. I had a nice cheeseburger, and Betsy had chicken parm. While we were eating, a big bunch of motorcycle guys rode up on their bikes, roaring in and raising a cloud of dust. I shivered at the sight, involuntarily. Betsy went “Yikes!” and was ready to hide under the table, but I grabbed her wrist and tried to calm her down.
“Relax, Bets – they’re probably not here to cause any trouble or anything, not with so many other people around – “ and I waved my other hand at the six or seven other people or couples scattered around the diner in booths and at the dinette bar, “ – besides which, Daddy will take care of us no matter what, right Daddy?” and I looked at him hopefully.
“She’s right, Betsy, I don’t think we have anything to be afraid of. In fact, they may not even come in – see, they’re all just hanging around the parking lot out there, smoking and messing around.” We looked, and he was right - the gang, there were about 20 or so of them, I guess, were just kind of standing around, some of them were looking at the cars, others were just messing around with each other. We resumed eating, and a few minutes passed, and we had all calmed down.
By now, six or seven of the big ugly hairy guys were in the diner, and they trooped down the aisle on the other side of the door from us, looking over everybody. They were trying to intimidate us, I know. They didn’t even look over this way though.
“Let’s finish up and get on our way anyway – it’s getting late, and I want to get home before midnight, if at all possible.” Daddy said, as we watched the gang that was inside take over about three booths on the other side of the diner. We nodded and finished up our desserts, and then got up to pay the bill and leave. While Daddy was paying and waiting for his change, Betsy announced she had to go to the bathroom before we hit the road again.
“Ok, just hurry up, willya?” I said, “Daddy, go start the car and I’ll wait here for Betsy.” The bathrooms were down around the corner of the diner, on the other side. I grabbed a magazine and pretended to read, while I watched Daddy go out and start the car.
A couple of minutes later, Betsy hadn’t returned. I noticed that the bikers who were in the diner all got up rather suddenly, and they left without even ordering anything, which I guess the waitresses were glad to see. I watched disinterested as they jogged out and jumped on their bikes and with another big roar and a cloud of dust, the whole gang took off in the other direction from where we were headed. I breathed a sigh of relief, and went to go get Betsy.
Pushing open the ladiy’s room door, I yelled, “Hey girl, get your butt in gear, it’s time to go!”
No answer. Puzzled, I walked down the room in front of the stalls, looking underneath. ‘That’s odd’’, I thought, ‘where the heck is she? ’ I walked back outside, thinking maybe she went out the side door, and went to the car, but she wasn’t there. Now I was a little scared. Where the heck did she go? I told Daddy I couldn’t find her anywhere.
“Wait here, baby –“ and Daddy ran back in to the diner. I saw him talking to the guy at the register, and then they were both looking back and forth, and then a waitress came up and said something to them, and Daddy looked like he was about to explode. He ran back out, red-faced and excited.
“Get in the car, quick, honey. Those bikers took Betsy!” he yelled, and I jumped in the front seat next to him. My heart sank. Betsy’s been kidnapped? My mind started imagining all sorts of horrible things. Daddy started the car, and jammed it into gear, but as he started to back up, we heard that “glump-glump” sound of a flat tire.
“SHIT!” Daddy grunted, and jumped out. I got up on my knees and watched him run to the back of the car, and then he pounded on the trunk and kicked at the tire. “THOSE FUCKERS!” he yelled. “C’mon, sweetie, back in the diner – we’ve got to call the cops and have them get Betsy back before she gets hurt!” he shouted. ‘or worse. . .’ I thought.
We ran back into the diner, and Daddy and the manager guy called the police. About two minutes later, two black police cars came screeching in to the parking lot of the diner with their lights going and everything. Daddy and the manager ran out to them and they all were talking and pointing and everything for about five minutes. I was sitting in one of the front booths, shaking in fear for poor Betsy. One of the waitresses came by and sat next to me.
“She’ll be alright, sweetie, don’t worry. The cops’ll get her back before ya know it.” She cracked her gum. I looked at her. “D’ya think so – “and I noticed her little name plate badge, “ – Candy?” She nodded. She was about forty or so, I guess, kinda brassy, with teased up blonde hair and red lipstick, and her uniform was open up top enough to show about three-quarters of her boobs. I guess that helped with the tips. She was sorta pretty but I had the feeling she’d been used quite a lot. I was getting so I could tell that about a person by now.
“Yeah, no problemo. I know most of the cops around here, they’re pretty good.” She put her arm around my shoulders and squeezed. “Wanna milkshake or sum’pin?”
“Umm, yeah, I guess, that would be nice, thank you.” I murmured, still preoccupied with worrying about Betsy.
Daddy and I waited around the diner for a couple of hours, but the cops never came back with Betsy. Another bunch of them came by about half an hour after the first bunch took off, and asked me and Daddy all sorts of questions, which we answered as best we could. By the time they were done, I felt so guilty about letting Bets run off to the bathroom by herself, and started to cry.
“Sweetie, please, don’t cry – this wasn’t your fault at all! You couldn’t have done anything to stop them, and who knows, if you’d gone with her, then maybe they’d have taken both of you. . .” Daddy tried to comfort me, hugging me close.
“Your father’s right, Miss, there was nothing you could have done. The bikers must have seen you at some point, passed you on the road or something, and then followed you here. They had this planned all out ahead of time – why else would they have cut your car’s tire.” said this one big cop, who looked important. “My men have a blanket around this whole area, they’re not getting away or going anywhere with her. It’s just a matter of time, we’ll get her back, just you wait and see.”
I nodded, but my heart wasn’t in it. I’d never really ever been involved in any kind of crime or bad thing, and I didn’t like it. At all.
Hours passed. Daddy made some telephone calls, but mostly he just sat next to me in the booth. Candy stopped by every couple of minutes too. I think she was kind of interested in Daddy, actually, now that I think back. She kept leaning over the table showing him her boobs. Daddy looked at me and raised one eyebrow and winked every time she did, and I had to smile, a little. I fell asleep, finally, as it was nearly midnight and it was really dark around there. Most everybody else had left by now, but there were two cops there, and the manager guy, and Candy.
I woke up to Daddy shaking my shoulder gently. I yawned and then came awake instantly.
“Did they find her? Is Betsy back? Is she OK? Where is she?” I rattled off the standard twenty questions in about ten seconds. Daddy looked worried, but also relieved.
“Yes, they found her - she’s . . . ok. She’s been through a lot but the police said she wasn’t . . . badly injured. They took her to the hospital just to be safe, and we’re going there to get her. C’mon, let’s go.”
I was so happy to hear that the cops got her back, but worried that they had her at the hospital. Daddy said that one of the cops had helped him change the tire on the car, and we sped off to the hospital. I looked at my phone. It was 3:45 in the morning.
Within about ten minutes, we were at the local hospital. It was a small thing, about a quarter of the size of the one at home. We ran in to the main entrance, and a cop there pointed down the hall.
“She’s in the third room on the left. She’s awake and ok.” I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
We burst into the room and I jumped up to hug her. She was lying on the hospital bed, and she had one of those ugly hospital gowns on. I looked at her. She had a little cut on the side of her face, and her lips looked puffy and sore, and her hair was all scraggly and messed up, but other than that she didn’t look bad.
“Oh Betsy I’m so glad we got you back!” I gushed and we cried and she held me and I held her and we just sorta cried and laughed and hugged at each other. Daddy said he was going to go find the doctor and check with him.
“What’d they do, what happened? How’d they get you? Are you sure you’re ok? I was soooo worried!”
She smiled weakly. “I’m. . .Ok, I guess. I mean, they didn’t break my arms or legs or anything. . . “ and her voice trailed off.
“Did they - ” and I didn’t have to finish the sentence. We both knew what I meant.
She was silent for a long time. I looked into her eyes and they seemed far away. Unfocused.
“Yeah.”
I gulped. “Oh no . . .”
“A lot. It went on forever. They wouldn’t stop. It was horrible, Jules. I think I passed out too.”
I looked at her with so much sadness in my eyes.
She took a deep breath.
Betsy’s Story
“I was just coming out of the ladies room, you know, when all of a sudden someone threw a bag or something over my head, and a hand went over my mouth, and I felt at least two guys pick me up and just hustle me right out the side door. They smelled horrible, and I knew it was the bikers. I couldn’t even scream or kick or fight back or anything. They threw me in the back of a pickup truck with two of the bikers and one girl biker, they called her Desiree or Desire or something I really didn’t care. I was so scared and helpless feeling. I think I peed my pants!”
“We peeled out of the parking lot and I couldn’t see anything, and all I heard was their heavy breathing and them talking to each other. I could hear that they were taking me to their hideout. I was scared out of my wits and started to cry. They heard me, and the girl kicked me in the shins.
“Oh, shut up ya stupid little bitch. Or I’ll really give ya somethin’ to cry about.” I snuffled and sniffled but stopped crying. I didn’t want to get beat up or something, you know?”
“Finally, after what seemed like hours and hours, we pulled off the highway onto some bumpy old side road and I thought I was gonna get, like, tossed right out of the truck. But I didn’t. We went down that road for a couple of minutes, I guess and then pulled to a stop. I felt hands pick me up and pull me down off the truck, and then the pillow case (that’s what it was) got pulled off my head. My hair was all messed up, but I looked around, and there was this big huge bonfire going, and about a million bikers roaring around on their cycles and people standing around smoking and drinking and stuff. There was two guys having a fist fight over in one spot, and a bunch of them were standing around cheering them on and stuff, pouring booze over them and all that. They were just crazy!”
“They pushed me forward, and I almost tripped. Then one big biker guy grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me towards where a big group of guys were standing around. They were all watching something in the middle of them, and they parted aways to let us get in. I saw what they were all looking at. Jules, there were two girls and they were going at it! They were naked and they were doing 69, like we did, but they were really savage about it. They were all sweaty and covered with dirt and grime and stuff but they were rolling around on this big rug kind of blanket. There were guys playing with themselves, you know, and every now and then one of them would come up and spurt, like, all over the girls, they didn’t care, they just kept on sucking on each other’s pussies and all. It was kinda sexy, actually.”
“The girl biker came up and grabbed my butt. “Hey sweetcheeks, ever munch the rug? Looks fuckin’ good, don’t it?” She reached over and pinched my nipple and I squirmed out of her grip.”
“Owwww! That hurts, don’t do that!” I shouted at her but she just laughed. “You’re gonna get a lot worse than that before the nights over, bitch, so ya better just get used to it. Hey Bear, let’s strip this bitch now!” she growled at me, and she and one of the biker guys practically tore my clothes off. Before I could even fight back, they had me stripped naked except for my sneaks.”
“Oh, Jules, it was soooo embarrassing! I was like, totally nude in front of all these guys! But I couldn’t help it, my nipples got hard and part of me got really excited, like, you know? I looked around the crowd again, and there were guys getting blowjobs from girls, and more girls kissing each other and all. They pushed me into the middle of the circle, and the two girls who were making out pulled me down and they pushed me flat on my back and then they each started sucking on my boobs and oh man it felt so good, even though I was scared shitless, you know? Then the first girl, Desire or Desiree or whatever, she gets down between my legs and starts licking me down there, and I struggled a little bit, trying to get away but they were just too big for me, you know? People were hooting and hollering and yelling ‘you go girl’ and stuff like that. They kept at me for a couple of minutes at least, and I almost even had a orgasm, you know but then, just before I did, they stopped and all three of them moved away. I lay there, naked, on the ground, and then I felt two arms pull me up from behind, and get me onto my knees. A guy walked up to me with his penis sticking out of his jeans and grabbed the back of my head and before I could even do or say anything, he pushed his ugly, smelly penis right at my face! I kept my mouth shut and tried to turn away, but then he SLAPPED ME! Jules, he slapped me so hard I saw stars.”
“’Open yer fuckin’ mouth, bitch!’ he cussed at me, and I didn’t want to get slapped again, so I opened my mouth a little bit and he pushed the end of his penis in and I . . . I . . . I couldn’t help it, Jules, I really couldn’t! I started sucking on him, just a little bit, and I tasted his foul sweat and all, and part of me wanted to barf, you know? But another part of me got real hot and all I wanted to do was suck on his ugly old cock. He grabbed the back of my head and started just pushing in and out, and I swirled my tongue around on him, and he just kept on doing it, you know, and then he swore and he pushed in real far, and I almost choked and then I felt him start to spurt and it was really hot and there was a TON of it, oh man Jules, I almost upchucked, but I swallowed it without even thinking, and then he spurted again, and I had to swallow, and then some of it leaked out my mouth, and when they saw that, all the guys around started cheering and yelling and slapping the guy on the back, and he just yelled and then he pulled his p-p-penis out of my mouth and sprayed it all over my face and hair and all. They really cheered at that, Jules, what is it about guys?”
“So then he got behind me and held my arms behind my back, really tight, and it hurt but I couldn’t do anything. Another biker guy came up and there was another cock in my face. This one had all that funny looking skin on the front of it like you said, and I almost laughed at it but I caught myself just in time, I figured it probably wouldn’t be too smart to laugh at a biker’s penis. It just went on and on, Jules, every time I sucked one guy off, another would take his place. I swear I musta sucked off at least twenty of them, my stomach was getting upset and the smell and taste of the cum was making me like, almost barf, you know? I kept puking it up with my spit and gunk and my whole front was all slimy, it was disgusting. Half of them came on my face too, I was drenched in it, it was in my hair and my eyes, and it stings! Every now and then, one of the girls would come up and she’d kiss me and stick her tongue in my mouth and slurp up a bunch of the cum too, and the guys all cheered and yelled when they saw that. Now, that was actually kinda hot, you know? Oh, Jules, I’m such a slut!”
Betsy stopped her rambling monologue for a moment to take a deep breath. I looked at her and her eyes were not there, somehow she’d transported herself back to the torture and assault of a few hours ago. She was grasping my hand tightly in her own, and I could feel her pulse racing. I handed her a cup with some ginger ale in it and she up-ended it and gulped it all down.
“Aaaaaargh, that tastes better. I’m never going to get the taste of cum out of my mouth. Anyway, after a while I guess they got tired of my blowing them, and they pushed me over on to my back. I knew what was going to happen, Jules, I was scared and excited and crying and knew it would hurt.
Oh Jules, it was horrible . . . at first.”
“I had my eyes closed and my hands clenched, they held my legs apart and I felt somebody spit on my pussy, you know, ‘cause I was dry, and then I felt someone come up and this big blunt head came up and rubbed up and down on my pussy crack. I was scared and excited all at the same time and I didn’t even know what to do. But my button felt good, and I remembered what you showed me about my clit and all, and then, BANG! I felt a horrible, sharp pain right in my pussy, and it hurt like hell, Jules, it really did, and I felt wet but then this guy whoever it was, he started moving in and out of me really slow and then the he speeded up. He yelled out, “Hey, I think this bitch was cherry!” and everybody cheered and laughed and made all sorts of rude comments. But Jules – I was being FUCKED! In front of everybody! Some guy I didn’t even know, an ugly old biker, was fucking me and I lost my cherry and it wasn’t to Brian like I wanted! I started to cry but that just seemed to make them all even worse, they laughed at me and called me names like cunt and bitch and whore and all that and it was horrible! The biker fucking me kept on pushing farther and farther into me and it hurt a lot but then he started rubbing on my clit and I couldn’t help it Jules, it started to feel good. Does that make me a slut? I din’t want to feel good getting raped but I couldn’t help it . . .”
I held her hand and squeezed gently. “No, babe, that doesn’t make you a slut. No one feels good getting raped, it’s horrible. But sometimes your body does stuff to keep a bad thing from being even worse, ya know? Like, if you really really hated it you’d be all dry and everything and it’d hurt even more, right?” I tried to convince her it wasn’t her fault that her pussy was wet or anything. I don’t know if that was true or not, but it sounded convincing, and I didn’t want Betsy to be permanently fucked up by this horrible thing.
She snuffled and choked back a small sob. “Thanks, Jules. I just don’t know, I’m so confused. I mean, I hate it that this ugly biker was raping me while his friends held me down, but deep down in side, I mean, I was kinda excited that it was happening. I’m so fucked up . . . “
“And then I felt him push right in all the way up inside of me and I felt all wet all over and I realized that he was cumming in me, cumming in my pussy! I shivered and Jules, I came too! I hated it but I couldn’t help myself! They all laughed and cheered and I turned all red from embarrassment. That guy pulled out of me and shook his penis at me, spraying drops and stuff all over me, and then another guy knelt down between my legs and he was bigger, and he pushed into me and oh Jules, it started all over again! I din’t know what to do!!!”
She shivered. “You did what you had to do, sweetie. They could have really hurt you otherwise, you know” I tried to be comforting.
“Jules, they must have raped me for hours. One after another, they just kept on laying on me and pushing their ugly old fat cocks into me. I was covered in sperm down there, there was so much of it. Every now and then some girl would come up and lay down next to me and try to kiss me and all, and they were sticking their tongues down my throat and everything, grabbing my boobs and all too. They made me cum, Jules, they MADE me!”
I leaned over and hugged her, whispering in her ear. “It’s ok Bets, it’s ok. You couldn’t help it. Nobody could.”
We just lay like that for a moment, I could feel her body sort of quiver and tremble like she was almost going to cry but she didn’t. Then, she said something that really surprised me. She pulled my face over to hers and looked me real serious-like. She whispered.
“But Jules, I like fucking. I liked it! I came so hard! It was amazing! What can I do? I mean, I thought I was a good girl. Now, I don’t know. I think I want to get fucked a lot!”
I looked at her. “Betsy, you don’t have to do anything. Nothing. Don’t worry about it. You’re still a good girl. You didn’t hurt anybody. You’re not mean or nasty or anything. Just ‘cause you like sex doesn’t make you a bad person. You can’t help what they did to you, it’s not your fault. They were ugly, mean, bad people. You need to make this about YOU, not them. You can’t let them hurt you anymore.”
“Yeah, but my parents -”
“Don’t worry about them. I mean, they meant well, but really, ya know . . .” and I just trailed off.
“Jules?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“There’s more. Lots more.”
I looked at her with wide eyes. “More?”
She looked around like she was afraid someone would overhear. “Yeah. Oh man . . .they flipped me over, you know, like the guy was on the bottom and they had me over top of him. And then-“ and again she looked around and whispered in an even lower voice, “-and then someone came up behind me” and her eyes widened like saucers, “-and they stuck it in my butt!”
I went “Whoa!” She continued.
“Oh Jules, it hurt like hell at first! But I was so wet down there, you know, with cum and all, and I think they squirted some grease or something on me, and then the guy just pushed in and I felt so full, it was incredible! And so there were two guys screwing me then and oh, Jules, I just came and came and came! Then another guy came up and stuck his penis in my mouth and I just closed my eyes and sucked on him. Oh Jules, it was so freaky!”
Betsy was getting overwhelmed with the memory, I could tell. I was amazed, I must admit. A couple of weeks ago, this girl hadn’t even played with herself, and now she’d just survived being triple-teamed and made waterproof by a biker gang for god knows how long.
She laid back against the pillow there on the hospital bed and closed her eyes. “I’m tired, Jules. I’m really tired. . .” and I just stroked her arm and let her fall asleep. I looked carefully at her face as she nodded off. She had a slight smile. Amazing.
I sat there with her, and then about ten minutes later Daddy came in with the doctor. We went out into the hallway so we wouldn’t wake her up.
“Doctor, is she ok? I mean, they didn’t hurt her or anything, right?” I was anxious to hear that she was indeed alright and hadn’t suffered any long term effects.
“Well, she has no major physical damage, per se. There’s nothing broken, and apart from some bruising around the face and . . . genital . . . area, she appears to be fine. I don’t anticipate any long-term issues with her. However - ” and he stopped and looked at Daddy. “Are you sure?” and Daddy nodded. The doctor continued.
“When they brought her in, she was in pretty bad shape. She was naked, of course, and she was literally covered in . . . seminal fluid.” The doctor blushed. “It actually soaked right through the blanket they’d wrapped her in. She was awake, and conscious, but in a daze. There was evidence of some alcohol use. We immediately ran a full scan and bloodwork on her, and cleaned her up as best we could.”
I nodded.
“She’d obviously been assaulted, numerous times. We suctioned her vagina and recovered quite a bit of fluid. I examined her internally, and the uterine area was also almost completely full, I’d say perhaps 150 to 200 milliliters. Her anus was bruised, and slightly torn, and we drained a large amount of fluid from her colon as well. I estimate that she’d taken at least thirty ejaculations in each orifice. We couldn’t tell if they’d fed her any drugs, so we pumped her stomach to be safe, and recovered 300 milliliters.”
“Recovered?” I questioned.
“Seminal fluid."
I gulped. But not as much as Betsy had, I suppose.
“We have no way of knowing if she’s been infected with any STDs yet, so I’d strongly advise that she go to her local clinic or hospital in about a week to get a comprehensive check. We did give her an EC however, so we feel there’s little chance for a pregnancy.”
“EC?” I didn’t know what that was.
“Emergency contraceptive. Miss Armistead thought that she may have ovulated just a few days ago, and with the amount of semen we found in her uterus, it was almost certain that she would have conceived. The EC will ensure that doesn’t happen.”
That was good. Somehow, I don’t think Betsy’s mom and dad would appreciate her bringing home a little biker baby.
The doctor and Daddy talked a little bit more, and then we waited around for a while, and then we went over to the waiting room place, and a couple of minutes later, they wheeled Betsy in in a wheelchair. I was scared for a minute, but Daddy said they always do that when a person leaves a hospital, just to make sure they don’t fall down and blame the hospital.
We helped Bets to the car, and we both got in the back seat, and Daddy took off, and a few hours hour later we were home, safe and sound. Betsy stayed with us the rest of the day, and then her dad came and took her home. Before that, though, we had a long talk. Betsy said she wasn’t going to tell her parents about being raped and all, just that they bikers had kidnapped her but she’d gotten away before they did anything. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea but Betsy insisted.
“Jules, if they knew I . . . had sex, they’d never let me out of the house again. No way.” And she was emphatic. After thinking about it a long time, I told her her secret was safe with me, I would never tell anybody. But I still felt that it was wrong. Rape is a very bad thing, and the people who do it should be punished. I knew that motorcycle gang had probably hurt a lot of girls, and would do it again in the future. I resolved to fix that, somehow.
(Note: I told Spencer about the whole thing. He was really really mad and upset. After he calmed down, he told me that maybe some of his friends might be able to do something about it. I didn’t know what he meant, but about three weeks later after everything else had calmed down, he told me that the cops and the DEA and the ICE and the NSA and a whole bunch of other people had raided that biker hangout and they arrested like a zillion of them ‘cause they had drugs and guns and stuff, and the cabin caught fire mysteriously and burned down, and that a couple of the really bad biker guys got shot and everything. He nodded to me when he finished and said, “It’s over. They won’t hurt anybody else for a long, long time.” I thought that was good, and I told Betsy. She smiled a little wistfully at me and just said, “ok.”)
Chapter
38 - A Life Changing Event
[Editor's Note]: The HPoE is a very prudish site that doesn't publish risqué subjects like bestiality, so if you want to read chapter 38 you will need to email the author, Rich Humus, at the address at the bottom of this page.
[Editor's Note]: The HPoE is a very prudish site that doesn't publish risqué subjects like bestiality, so if you want to read chapter 38 you will need to email the author, Rich Humus, at the address at the bottom of this page.
Synopsis of Chapter 38 (Censored)
Julia settles in to summer vacation. She spends the weeknight with her Dad, and then goes to Spencer's apartment over the weekend. They go to a party one Friday night, at a very rich and distinguished gentleman's penthouse. Mr Ferguson is very wealthy, and takes Julia on a tour of his artwork and almost museum-like apartment. Julie is very much charmed by the man's knowledge, generosity, and humor. She takes him to his bedroom for a 'treat', and he enjoys her oral skills. He hints and the 'special' exhibition about to take place, and assures Julia that if she's uncomfortable or has any misgivings, things will be done to protect her.
A tall and statuesque young woman comes out and demonstrates a remarkable capacity for inter-species sex with two canine partners. Julie is fascinated by the show. Afterwards, she meets the woman, hears her story, and is herself persuaded (rather easily) to sample the goods. She has her first taste of non-human sperm, and enjoys it.
Chapter
39 - Betsy and I Go Out on the Town
A week or so later, Betsy called up while I was home sitting around the pool. I was very happy that she seemed to have survived her biker gang attack without too much damage, either physically or mentally. She seemed, actually, to be even brighter and chipper than she was before, as if the whole horrible thing had somehow flipped her from a serious, studious, conservative young girl, into a flippy, breezy little tart. She wore about the shortest skirts she could find without raising too many eyebrows, and flirted with any male who caught her eye, shamelessly. I don’t know how her parents were dealing with the whole big change in demeanor, but she said they were so glad that she’d not been hurt they were afraid to say anything else.
She came over, and we sat by the pool. She had on high sandals, some very tight and short Daisy Dukes, and a bikini top. Once we sat down by the pool, she simply stripped naked just like I was. I gazed at her naked body.
There were still faint bruises around her ass, but otherwise she looked pretty good. Her breasts were still bigger than mine, and I watched her nipples crinkle and harden as the air hit them. She grabbed each boob as she lay back on the lounge chair, and pulled her nipples out.
“Oh god, it feels so good to be naked Jules, doesn’t it? Don’t need tan lines!” she laughed, pulling her nipples out between her thumb and fingers. I watched, amused.
In a moment one hand trailed down to her crotch, and she started rubbing her clit and pussy lips with one hand while tweaking her nipple with the other. I couldn’t watch much of that before I had to join her, and for the next few minutes, all you would have heard was the “squelch-squelch” of fingers massaging pussy lips, and little tiny feminine moans. We both orgasmed as quietly as we could, didn’t want to alert the nosy neighbors.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Betsy whispered.
“Jules?”
“Yeah?”
“D’ya wanna do something?”
“Sure, whaddaya want to do?”
“I dunno. What do you wanna do?”
“ I don’t know. It was your idea, remember?” and we both dissolved into fits of giggles.
“Wanna Uber downtown and see what’s goin’ on ?”
I thought for a sec.
“Sure.”
She called for a ride, and an hour later we were dressed and spiffed up like two little sluts, stepping out of an Uber in town. I told the driver to go over into the neighborhood where Daddy had taken me to the adult store when I first found out about glory holes, and he let us off at one corner. We got out, and looked around the area.
It was a little spooky, I’ll admit, without having Daddy or Spencer there with me. Most of the buildings were low, three or four floors high at most, and looked fifty years old or so, or even older. They were brick and concrete and didn’t look inviting or friendly at all. There were a couple of grocery stores, a shoe store, a drug store and even some foreign-looking places that might have been for Chinese food or Mexican groceries or something. We started walking down one sidewalk, not having any particular place in mind, just out exploring. After a few minutes, I wasn’t so scared anymore. We walked along, peering in to the store windows here and there. There weren’t a whole lot of people out on the streets, only the occasional man or woman.
Down one block, then across another, and up a third. About half an hour after we’d been dropped off, I saw the glory hole place Daddy and I had been to. I grabbed Betsy’s hand.
“C’mon girl, I gotta real adventure for you!” and we started towards the garishly neon-lit storefront.
“What is this place – “ she started, then saw the neon advertising “marital aids” and “DVDs” and “Novelties”.
“Jules, this place is a smut store!” she yipped, excitedly.
We barged into the place and I looked up at the clerk kid sitting in his little spot above the rest of the store. Betsy started walking around, starry eyed and in wonderment at the stuff on the racks and shelves.
“Hey, you kids, get out of here, ya can’t come in here – “ he started, angry at having to stop playing games on his phone to holler at some 13-year old girls.
“I’ve been here before. With my daddy. He says it’s OK.” I shot back with a scowl of bravado I hoped would shut him up.
“Hey!” I turned and Betsy had walked up next to me, her voice flaring.
“These tits old enough to be here?” she guffawed, pulling up her crop-top like the drunk “Girls Gone Wild” commercials and yelling “whooo-hoooo!” The clerk’s eyes magneted to them for several long seconds while she held them out for viewing. Then he just scowled and shook his head, and motioned with his scrawny hand for us to stay with one of those “I don’t care what you do” waves. We both giggled and started rummaging through the shelves. Betsy unhooked a monstrously large black dildo from one pegboard, her eyes wide, like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Holy shit Jules this thing’ll kill you!” she breathed.
“Yeah, but what a way to go!” I giggled back at her and we both shivered at the thought of such a huge log shoved up our snatches. It was easily as big as her arm.
We continued to skip back and forth down the aisles of dildos, DVDs, vibrators, butt plugs (I saw a couple that I might want to come back for!) and even those silly blow up dolls. It was a revelation for Bets, she’d obviously never seen such a place or had any idea of the kind of stuff you could buy there. After a while, we found ourselves back at the entrance to the hallways leading to the video booths and theatre, where I’d had a couple of my glory hole adventures. I hadn’t said anything to Betsy about that stuff, ‘cause I wanted to spring it on her as a surprise and see how she’d react.
“What’s this stuff back here?” she inquired when she saw the long, dimly lit hallways with a dozen or so shady looking guys hanging around each dark alleyway. Her skinny hand grabbed my arm like something out of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner (yeah, I had to do an AP English Lit report on it – look it up.. ; )~
“It’s video booths, dummy. You go in, put some quarters in a machine, and watch pornos.”
“Kewl. Is that it?”
I hesitated. “No. Lotsa guys go in to jerk off and stuff.”
Her eyes lit up. “Kewl! Can we go in?”
“You want to?” I whispered conspiratorially.
She looked around, and then her face lit up. “Yeah! Let’s find out what’s the big deal, Jules.”
She pulled me in. I motioned over to the row where I knew there was at least one booth with a glory hole cut in it, and we slid in, our feet sticky on the floor, the dim red light above the screen barely providing enough illumination to see, until our eyes adjusted to the darkness. Betsy was enthralled by the choices on the video menu.
“Holy jeeze, Jules – look at this!” she whispered, “what kind of stuff is this? ‘I tossed my babysitter’s salad’. ..jeeze, this a cooking show or what?” she chuckled. She read some of the other titles out and we couldn’t help giggling at them.
‘Gangbanged Grannies’ . . . ‘Regarding Heiney’ . . . ‘A Star is Porn’ . . .’Wanna fuck me – gotta fuck my StepDaughter’s Best Friend’
“Oh my god Jules this stuff is too much!” she said, sitting down on the sticky bench and pulling me next to her. She fished through her purse, and before I could stop her, she fed a twenty dollar bill into the machine.
“Gosh, Bets, you just bought about an hour of stuff!” I cackled. She picked a movie and stared at the screen as it started up, halfway through. It didn’t take her long to see that you could cycle through the whole menu, watching snippets of each movie if they were boring.
Me, I was keeping an eye on the hole in the wall across the booth. I don’t think she even noticed it. Then, a couple of minutes after we got in there and the movies started,, I heard the door of the booth next to us open, and a shaft of light beamed into our booth, making Betsy jump.
“W-what’s that?” she squeaked, and then the light went off when the door was closed. I held Betsy’s hand.
“Watch this.” I whispered.
An almost-hard pink dick poked through the hole like a moray eel coming out of its cave, and Bets jumped, with an “eeek!” We both watched as the fairly large and nice looking pink penis came through and was waggled at us. We heard a low voice say “c’mon. . .”
“Whatdowe do?” Betsy whispered in my ear.
“Watch this” I repeated. I got to my knees in the small booth, ignoring the sticky floor. I reached out to put my hand around the shaft protruding from the dank looking plywood, and then slowly shucked it back and forth a few times. I heard Betsy’s intake of breath. The last time she’d seen a cock, it was probably dangling in front of her face, smelling of beer and cigarettes, with a greasy old pair of jeans behind it.
I gave it a tentative lick. It didn’t taste funky or smell bad, so I squirmed around and managed to get the first couple of inches into my mouth. I started sucking back and forth on it, and then used one arm to wave Betsy down next to me. She knelt down right next to me, and I sensed her watching me intently, for her first time watching another girl give a blowjob instead of herself. I worked the guy pretty well, jerking his shaft back and forth, keeping it wet, taking four or five inches into my hot mouth, slobbering all over it. I’d done Daddy that morning, and the male aroma he was putting out reminded me of the hot squirts he’d shot into the back of my mouth just a few hours earlier. My nostrils flared with the scent of man.
I could hear him grunting and moaning softly on the other side of the partition.
“Is he gonna cum, Jules? Are you going to suck him all the way?” Betsy whispered next to me. I nodded with the shaft crown locked behind my lips. She leaned up to the opening.
“Hey mister, we want you to cum, OK? She wants it.” She said in a stage whisper loud enough to be heard out in the hallway.
In just a few seconds, I heard the ritual tapping on the partition, and prepared for my treat.
“thunk . . thunk . . thunk . .” I pulled back just a tad, opened my mouth, and lay the cock head on my tongue, jerking the shaft back and forth. I felt it shiver. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! Four big jets suddenly shot across my tongue and whacked into the back of my mouth, hot and salty and delicious. I gulped in reaction, and Betsy ‘whooped!’ next to me, and suddenly her hand was over mine, jerking the man’s cock, pulsing more sperm into my mouth. She giggled.
“Oh cool, man look at that Jules, he’s really squirting big, is it good, oh look, another one, catch it, don’t let it drip down, ummm oh, there’s another.”
Her running commentary lasted through the man’s entire orgasm, until he groaned and pulled back, my tongue making a few last swipes across his broad, flared cock head, taking the last few drops of his ball juice and transferring them to my tongue. The satisfied penis drooped, and slowly pulled back out of the hole.
“Thanks, babe. . .” I heard his whispered appreciation, and I smacked my lips with gusto. A second later, a $20 bill came through the hole. We both looked at it and then each other. Betsy reached for it. I knew she had more of a money fixation than I did, but I knew her parents didn’t have nearly the income my Daddy did.
“D’ya mind?” she asked, and I shook my head, “No, go on, take it Betsy!” I grinned. “I just swallowed my reward!”
She leaned over to kiss me lightly on the lips. I reached over to tweak a nipple, and we both made out for a brief moment in the darkness. But less than a minute had gone by when another penis poked through. This one was a deep dark brown, and looked delicious. I looked at Betsy and raised my eyebrows. She giggled softly and leaned over to it, engulfing at least half of it with one big gulp.
The man on the other side grunted and swore. “Goddam bitch you jes’ about swallowed my whole crank!” and I smiled inwardly, proud of my friend and what she was learning.
Betsy went to work, and I helped her stay in the swing of things by reaching down between her legs as she worked and rubbing her cleft, feeling the wetness there that showed she liked what she was doing, and liked the feelings she was producing. A slight tremor ran through her little body.
The booth was silent, except for the soft slurping sounds and the random grunt and moan from the other side. Betsy torpedoed her head back and forth along the impressive black shaft, her saliva making the skin shine in the flickering light of the booth, her hand jerking back and forth along the part not being wetly wiped by her lips and tongue. It was fun to watch.
All went well, until suddenly I heard a quick bang on the wall across the way, and I saw Betsy choke loudly, and a river of sperm suddenly leaked from the corner of her mouth. She choked again, louder, and the cock exploded from her mouth, as she recoiled in the middle of a gagging sound. She pulled back and the cock spat a large white missile at her, hitting her startled face just below her nose, dripping a large glob onto her lower lip and streaming up across her cheek on the other side. Reflexively, she continued to jerk the cock in her hand, and it spit again, this time laying a broad white strip on her tube top between her breasts and half-way up her neck. She coughed and white spittle flew from her mouth as she attempted to swallow down the evidently humongous cum shot from her partner. I pulled away, and slapped her on the back to try to help her coughing fit.
It took a moment, but we both finally calmed down, and she caught up with herself, gasping and hacking, and then finally laughing with me as the ridiculousness of the situation came through.
“Jeeeeeeeeeze, Jules, he nearly drowned me!” she chuckled, wiping at her face and boobs with her hands. “Aren’t they supposed ta warn ya or something?”
“I think he tried!” I laughed. “You got cum all over yourself!”
“Gah!” she answered. I leaned in and licked a gob of cum from the tube top where it had soaked in.
After that, it pretty much settled in. In a couple of minutes, another cock came through needing relief, and I worked it. We just sucked and stroked. Every couple of cocks, one would push a $20 bill or even a couple of them through the hole, and Betsy would stuff them in her purse.
After a half dozen or so, it became a game. I managed to rip a cock from between my lips just before he went off, and pointed it at Betsy, jerking a huge load out that covered her from cheekbone to shoulder. Then of course, it was her turn to do me.
We spent an hour sucking sperm out of any cock that came through that hole in the wall, spraying each other like kids with a garden hose every time we could. By the time we tired of the fun, we were both soaked through and our tops were transparently plastered to our tits. We licked the sperm off of each other’s faces, though, and kissed each other clean. My belly felt sloshy, and I’m sure hers did too.
We made our way back out of the video booths, and tiptoed through the store, trying to get out without making too much fuss. As we left, though, Betsy took one last time to turn, yell out “Hey, you pervs, how ‘bout some teen titty!” and whipped her soaked top up over her head. We ran out, laughing uproariously and running down the street until we had to stop, out of breath, cum soaked, and buzzing with the illicit thrill.
“Damn. That was fun, eh Jules?” Betsy finally gasped out as we leaned against a recessed doorway in some building a half block away. “Can we do it again?”
I laughed. “Sure. But I think next time we’d better bring cushions!” and I pointed down to our dirty, scuffed knees, covered in dark crud like we’d been kneeling in the dirt. “And a sprayer of Clorox!”
We called for an Uber and forty minutes later we were both stretched out on the sofa in my living room, gobbling down on last night’s pizza and some cokes, and belching up a pretty disgusting mix of sperm, pizza, and Coca-Cola.
When Daddy got home, we kinda sorta told him a little bit about our adventures, but left out the part about the glory holes. I knew what his reaction would be, and I didn’t want to make him crazy worrying about us downtown alone. Neither of us was too hungry, after our cum and pizza meal that afternoon. Daddy phoned out for Chinese anyway, and we nibbled at some of that for a while after it came, and then the three of us surfed on Netflix for a while. I asked Daddy if it was OK for Betsy to stay over, and he agreed.
“Sure, sweetie, so long as it’s OK with her mom and dad,” he said. We’d already checked, and so we sat around for a few more minutes, and then went upstairs. As we walked up the stairs, I said “Girl, I need a bath! And so do you! We both smell like the floor of a glory hole booth!” and we giggled the rest of the way up stairs.
Once in Daddy’s big bathroom, we stripped out of our grimy stuff, and I ran a nice hot tub with bubbles and bath oil and the whole nine yards. Bets and I chatted as it filled up.
“Your dad is such a cool guy. I wish mine was more like him. But all he wants to do is know where I’ve been or who I’ve been talking too. And God, if he ever found out . . .” her voice trailed off.
“Yeah, Daddy is pretty cool with most stuff, I guess” I was still playing dumb, I still wasn’t sure I’d want Betsy knowing about Daddy and me fucking and all just yet.
In a few minutes we slid into the tub, and it was big enough for us each to take one end, and we let our legs stretch out and rub against the other’s. We both let out a soothing “Ahhhhhhhhhhh” as we sank our bodies into the hot bubbly water. It felt good to just sit and soak for a while.
I ducked my head under to get my hair wet, and came up sputtering and spewing soapy water, as Betsy had grabbed one foot and pulled me under unexpectedly.
“Hey, you creep!” I burst out, splashing a wad of soapy bubbles her way, and pulling on her leg just like she had on mine. She let out a “Yelp!” and sank under the surface, and her boobs came up out of the water like two pink volcanoes. I reached out to pinch one nipple, and I heard a submerged gurgle and glurk come from the area where her hair floated in tendrils on the surface, and then she burst up out of the suds.
“Oh girl, you askin’ for it now!” and the game was on. Splashing, pinching, toes sought out pussy lips or rubbed directly on clits, fingers pinched here and there. Giggling, gurgling, in two minutes we were both thoroughly soaked from heads on down, and water was splashing all over the tub and halfway across the floor. We were exhausted from laughing.
“Ok, ok, I give, no more . . . “ I gasped as her left foot rubbed up and down my pussy cleft. I grabbed her ankle and held her foot steady on my crotch as I shivered through a mini-orgasm from the warm stimulation.
We both sighed and relaxed against the side of the tub. I lazily rubbed my foot across her midsection.
“Hey, girl, you’re feeling a bit rough and ready down there. Aren’t you shaving like I told you?”
“Well, not really. I mean, if I take too long in the shower, Mom comes and and spies on me and sees what I’m doing. I'm scared she'll find out my pussy is shaved, so I just haven’t done it since. It’s growing back in now.”
“Yeah, I see. Well, we’re going to have to do something about that now, won’t we?” I said evilly. “Get up on the side there and spread ‘em, bitch!” I laughed.
She wriggled her pale soapy body up and around until she was butt-first on the rim of the tub, and her long fleshy legs were spread wide. She put her hands on her knees and pulled them back, opening herself up to me. I smiled at her, and looked carefully at her pussy. It was sorta gross, with all the hair that had grown back, a mix of dark brown and lighter blonde tufts covering her labia and the top insides of her thighs, and advancing up her crotch towards her navel and belly.
I splashed a bunch of soapy bubbled water up on her, and then grabbed the can of shaving cream from the shelf next to the tub. Shaking it vigorously, I sprayed a generous big glob of it right above her cleft, and spread it around the whole area.
“Bets, ya gotta do this. Hair down here is gross. Guys aren’t going to want to eat your pussy if it looks like somebody’s old toupee, ya know?” I grinned at her. She nodded.
“Yeah, it’s just getting the time to do it.”
“Heck, come over here every couple of days and we’ll do it together. It's more fun that way anyhow!” I nodded and kissed the inside of her thigh. “Now, let’s get to work.”
I reached for the new razor I’d unwrapped the day before, and soaked it in the tub for a sec to get it slippery, and then started. First, I swiped up and down along the inside top of both of her thighs, to get that out of the way. It wasn’t too bad there, just wispy little hairs that needed to go. Once the insides of her “thigh gap” were nice and clean, I started on the fuzz up top. I slowly shaved down over her mound, right to the top of her crotch, and then went side to side. It took me about five minutes, but I got her mound all nice and smooth. I held her skin tight by putting my left thumb right on top of her clitty and pulling down while my right hand held the razor. She was starting to shiver and get into that!
Next, I started on her labia. First, the left – holding the skin out and sliding up and down carefully, moving back and forth where I could, or up and down where it was narrower. I worked very studiously, with my tongue-tip peeking out from between my lips. I would shave a bit, then rinse in the tub, and then shave a bit more, and then rinse. After I had the left shaved really good, I started on the other side, holding her lips to the side and working my way around. Gradually, I cleaned her up. It was interesting doing someone else, I’d been shaving my pussy for a couple of years now of course, but this was only the second time I’d done anyone else! It was neat to have a different viewpoint!
Finally, I had both lips all clean and bare, and her clitty was next. I spent a couple of long minutes there, making sure to get her little button all nice and pretty and available. Then, finally, I rinsed her whole pussy off with warm soapy water that I’d run into the tub. Her pussy gleamed now. There were two cute vertical lines where her outer lips surrounded the inner ones. Her clitty was a bit more visible now, and I had a feeling it was feeling lonely. So I leaned in and slowly slid two fingers up inside of her. She was hot, and wet, very hot. I started slowly moving my fingers in and out, as I licked the top of her clit and then trilled my tongue back and forth across it, making a “hmmmmmmmm” noise as I did. Her hips started hunching at my face as we got into it. After a moment, I curled my fingers up and slid them across the inside of her pussy, finding her G spot and rubbing it hard. This really seemed to set Betsy off, as she grabbed my head and pulled my face right into her pussy. My tongue, lips, and fingers went to work on her. I wanted to give her a really good orgasm or two.
My tongue whipped back and forth, and I stabbed it into her wet opening, tasting her tangy girly juices. My thumb continued to rub back and forth on her clit, and she moaned and nearly cried out as the first shiver of orgasm ran up her frame. I didn’t let up. I let her catch her breath after the first cum, and then went back to work, sucking her smooth pussy lips into my mouth and shoving three fingers up her snatch and worming them around in her hole. A second orgasm shot through her frame in a moment, and then a third, her hips bouncing up and down on the tub tile, splashing water back at me. I was pushing my nose into her clit and licking back and forth across the opening to her pussy when the first wet squirt hit my lips. Betsy croaked, “oh god oh god oh god . . .” and a hot wet stream of her juice flew out and struck me right in the face! Her hips bucked over and over, and my face got drenched by her tangy liquid. I made her squirt! YAY!!! I thought to myself.
I let her buck and shiver for a minute while she rode out her orgasm, holding her thighs tightly and rubbing my thumb over her clit as she whimpered through her climax. I loved watching Betsy cum, she was so deeply into it. Finally, she calmed down, and I guided her back down into the water, which I’d luckily warmed up a few minutes before. I hugged her and we held each other as the shocks slowly dissipated through her body.
Finally, she stirred against me and kissed me wetly on the lips.
“God, girl, you really know how to do that!” she burbled. “I thought my head was gonna explode! Now it’s your turn!” and she pushed me around on the bottom of the tub until I was back-to-the-edge myself, and I hoisted myself up just like she had. I kicked out and held my legs in a split, rubbing one hand up between my pussy lips and shivering with the feeling.
“Ok, Betsy, but I don’t have much to shave, you know. I do it every other day!” I said proudly, separating my pussy lips and opening my cavern for her to see. She looked over to me.
“Wow. You are bald as a baby! That’s sooooo cool!” and she leaned in to peer intently into me. “I never really looked that closely at you before, honey. You got a pretty pussy! . . . and your clit, it’s all out in the open!” and saying that, she flicked my button with her forefinger and a shiver ran up through my body.
“ohhhh . . . ahhhh . . . yeah, that’s so cool. Doc Jackson did it for me last year, ya know?” I felt down and pulled myself apart again for her, showing her just how exposed and sensitive my clit and hood were now. “It feels so hot down there, everything’s like rubbing against it all the time. . . and I’m gonna get a clit ring soon too!”
We spent the next moments excitedly talking about our pussies and comparing notes. Her lips were a little fleshier, whereas mine were slim. My clit stood out more, of course. When she leaned in and lip-locked my pussy and started pushing her tongue up into my cervix, I just lay back and sighed.
She was inexperienced, but she tried hard. Our previous lesbo activities had pretty much been mostly me, since I knew my way around a pussy better than she did at the time. But now was the time to teach her. I grabbed her damp hair with both hands and moved her around my crotch, telling her exactly where and how hard to nip and bite and lick and suck. She was a good, apt pupil.
‘More tongue.’
‘Purse your lips there and suck’
‘Nip gently, and slide your tongue back and forth over it.’
And so on. I hunched my hips at her face, and I had a good strong cum after a couple of minutes, and then another one a few moments later. Then I just lay back and let her lick and kiss my pussy for a while, my hands idly playing with my boobs while I floated on the sea of good feelings. I tightened my thighs around her head after a few moments, and twerked another cum on her face.
When I was done we ended up having to soap each other down all over again with fresh hot water. And then, of course, after some urging and cajoling, I fastened my mouth to her nice clean shaven pussy lips and sucked and sucked until she finally released some of her own sweet nectar into my gasping mouth.
Later on, in bed, we lay on our sides, naked, facing each other, and idly playing with each other’s nips and boobs. I ran my hand down over her hip bone like a skier on a white powder slope.
When we stopped, I was laying lightly on top of her, her thighs widely cradling my smaller body in between them, our boobs rubbing softly against each other.
“Bets, if I tell you a secret, can you promise to never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever say anything to anybody? I mean, if you did, it would be really really horrible!” and I looked as absolutely serious as I possibly could.
She took a moment.
“W- . . .what is it?”
I shook my head. “You have to promise.”
She nodded solemnly. “I do. I promise, Jules, I’ll never ever tell anybody. I swear.”
I looked deeply into her eyes for along time. Neither of us blinked. Finally I took a deep breath.
“My Daddy fucks me.”
Her body tensed. Her eyebrows went way up and her eyes widened. Then her thighs tightened around me and I felt something. Not sure what. But something went through her body. Then real slowly, she said, “Holy shit . . .”
“Yep.” I nodded again.
She tilted her head. “When?”
“All the time.”
“No shit! Jules, no shit? Your Daddy?”
“I swear, honey. You know my Mom died, like, eight years ago, right? I was like, five, I think. He’s so lonely. It just kind of happened. A couple of years ago. I mean, I kinda started it, it wasn’t his idea. He never ever made me do anything, it wasn’t like that, you know? But he was so sad and lonely all the time. I made a move on him, Betsy, I did it all. I made him let me suck his dick first. It was so good, so nice, and I made him feel so good. That’s all. I wanted him to feel better. And we talked, and he told me about Mom and how they used to make love all the time and all, and I just wanted to help him. And he was sooooo nice to me, so good. He showed me how to do it. And I love it, Bets, I love to suck cocks. And his is so nice, you know. It’s just the greatest feeling to have it in my mouth when he shoots off. Well, you know, right?” And I reminded her that SHE’d sucked off Daddy that time a few weeks ago.
She nodded. “So when . . .”
“Not right away. I was too little.”
“OMG, Jules! How little? . . .”
I looked real seriously at her. “I was around eleven the first time I sucked Daddy off.” Yeah, ok, so I cheated by a year.
“Oh my god Jules!” she gasped, with a hand to her mouth.
“Yeah. I mean, you can’t ever ever say anything, or Daddy will be in sooooo much trouble and me too but they’ll take him away and I’ll have to go to a foster home and I’ll probably never see you again or anything. . .”
A little tear formed at the corner of her eye. “I know, Jules, don’t worry I swear I’ll never say anything.”
I told her how I was way too small down there for Daddy to fuck me, and how he got me dildoes and butt plugs to practice with, to make my butthole able to take him, and how fantastic it was the first time he fucked me in my butt. I told her how you have to take enemas before you do any butt stuff and she giggled at that.
“They didn’t do that before that motorcycle gang all fucked me in the butt!” she grimaced. “They just poured a bunch of grease on me! I hope they all got shitty dicks!” and we giggled at that.
“Well, if you take your time, and the guy is halfway decent, and he’s not like, you know, HUGE, then it’s kinda nice. You feel real full down there, and you can rub your clitty while he’s doing it, you know. I like it a lot. We did it that way for almost a year, until I got big enough for Daddy to do it in my puss.”
“How was that?”
“Oh Betsy, it was soooooo good. We went to a fancy hotel downtown, and Daddy took me to dinner and all that, and we got all dressed up and all. It was so sexy and grown up and everything. I felt so good. I mean, you’d think that Daddy would rather sex up a girl his own age or maybe in, like, her 20s or something, but it made me feel ever so good that Daddy would want to have sex with me instead, you know?”
She nodded again, kind of smiling a little tiny bit. “Yeah. I know . . .”
“So we had dinner, and Daddy even let me drink a little wine but I didn’t like it much, and then we went back to the hotel room, and oh, Bets, it was sooooo good. I mean, Daddy really made LOVE to me, you know, not just fucked me. When his hard penis first went up inside of me, oh girlfriend, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”
She looked a little sad. “I missed that. Those fuckers in the gang raped me and I never got to feel that.”
I thought for a moment. “But that’s not the real thing. I mean, yeah, they raped you and you didn’t have any choice in the matter. But there’s no reason you can’t have a regular night with a boy you really like and give him your . . . I don’t know . . . romance virginity? Just because those apes took your physical virginity, that doesn’t matter. That was just a little piece of skin. What they did didn’t count.”
She looked thoughtful. “I - . . . I guess so . . . maybe . . .”
“Of course so. You gotta go get Brian and make him take you out real nice and stuff, and then the two of you go someplace and have sex like a regular person. Ya know?”
She brightened up at that. “You think I should use Brian? I mean, he’s cool and a really sexy guy and all . . .but what if he doesn’t know what to do?”
“Well who else, girl?”
Her brow furrowed. Then she brightened up.
“Jules. You gotta do this. You gotta get your Dad to do me first.”
I gulped.
“What? Why? No . . . . . I mean, why my Daddy? Wouldn’t you rather-“
She cut me off. “No! I mean, you said he was so good and so nice and charming and he made you feel so special. That’s what I wanna feel – special. I deserve to, dontcha think? After what I went through? Please, pretty please, do it for me?” she begged and she craned her head up and latched her lips around my left boob and oooooh that felt so good.
“Ok, ok, ok, bitch!” I laughed and hugged her. “But I don’t like the idea of my Daddy fucking just any old skank!” and again we dissolved into fits of laughter.
“WOW!” was her only, breathless reply. “So, like, how often do you, you know, do it?
“A couple of times a week, I guess. It depends on if I’m with my boyfriend . . . “ and then I had to tell her all about Spencer, well, not everything, of course, but I did tell Betsy he has the most Perfect Penis in the world and everything.
We talked and gossiped and giggled for another hour or so, but by then we were both pretty much exhausted, and I don’t even remember when I fell asleep. I woke up with one leg in-between Betsy’s, and her lips nuzzling my boob.
A week or so later, Betsy called up while I was home sitting around the pool. I was very happy that she seemed to have survived her biker gang attack without too much damage, either physically or mentally. She seemed, actually, to be even brighter and chipper than she was before, as if the whole horrible thing had somehow flipped her from a serious, studious, conservative young girl, into a flippy, breezy little tart. She wore about the shortest skirts she could find without raising too many eyebrows, and flirted with any male who caught her eye, shamelessly. I don’t know how her parents were dealing with the whole big change in demeanor, but she said they were so glad that she’d not been hurt they were afraid to say anything else.
She came over, and we sat by the pool. She had on high sandals, some very tight and short Daisy Dukes, and a bikini top. Once we sat down by the pool, she simply stripped naked just like I was. I gazed at her naked body.
There were still faint bruises around her ass, but otherwise she looked pretty good. Her breasts were still bigger than mine, and I watched her nipples crinkle and harden as the air hit them. She grabbed each boob as she lay back on the lounge chair, and pulled her nipples out.
“Oh god, it feels so good to be naked Jules, doesn’t it? Don’t need tan lines!” she laughed, pulling her nipples out between her thumb and fingers. I watched, amused.
In a moment one hand trailed down to her crotch, and she started rubbing her clit and pussy lips with one hand while tweaking her nipple with the other. I couldn’t watch much of that before I had to join her, and for the next few minutes, all you would have heard was the “squelch-squelch” of fingers massaging pussy lips, and little tiny feminine moans. We both orgasmed as quietly as we could, didn’t want to alert the nosy neighbors.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Betsy whispered.
“Jules?”
“Yeah?”
“D’ya wanna do something?”
“Sure, whaddaya want to do?”
“I dunno. What do you wanna do?”
“ I don’t know. It was your idea, remember?” and we both dissolved into fits of giggles.
“Wanna Uber downtown and see what’s goin’ on ?”
I thought for a sec.
“Sure.”
She called for a ride, and an hour later we were dressed and spiffed up like two little sluts, stepping out of an Uber in town. I told the driver to go over into the neighborhood where Daddy had taken me to the adult store when I first found out about glory holes, and he let us off at one corner. We got out, and looked around the area.
It was a little spooky, I’ll admit, without having Daddy or Spencer there with me. Most of the buildings were low, three or four floors high at most, and looked fifty years old or so, or even older. They were brick and concrete and didn’t look inviting or friendly at all. There were a couple of grocery stores, a shoe store, a drug store and even some foreign-looking places that might have been for Chinese food or Mexican groceries or something. We started walking down one sidewalk, not having any particular place in mind, just out exploring. After a few minutes, I wasn’t so scared anymore. We walked along, peering in to the store windows here and there. There weren’t a whole lot of people out on the streets, only the occasional man or woman.
Down one block, then across another, and up a third. About half an hour after we’d been dropped off, I saw the glory hole place Daddy and I had been to. I grabbed Betsy’s hand.
“C’mon girl, I gotta real adventure for you!” and we started towards the garishly neon-lit storefront.
“What is this place – “ she started, then saw the neon advertising “marital aids” and “DVDs” and “Novelties”.
“Jules, this place is a smut store!” she yipped, excitedly.
We barged into the place and I looked up at the clerk kid sitting in his little spot above the rest of the store. Betsy started walking around, starry eyed and in wonderment at the stuff on the racks and shelves.
“Hey, you kids, get out of here, ya can’t come in here – “ he started, angry at having to stop playing games on his phone to holler at some 13-year old girls.
“I’ve been here before. With my daddy. He says it’s OK.” I shot back with a scowl of bravado I hoped would shut him up.
“Hey!” I turned and Betsy had walked up next to me, her voice flaring.
“These tits old enough to be here?” she guffawed, pulling up her crop-top like the drunk “Girls Gone Wild” commercials and yelling “whooo-hoooo!” The clerk’s eyes magneted to them for several long seconds while she held them out for viewing. Then he just scowled and shook his head, and motioned with his scrawny hand for us to stay with one of those “I don’t care what you do” waves. We both giggled and started rummaging through the shelves. Betsy unhooked a monstrously large black dildo from one pegboard, her eyes wide, like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Holy shit Jules this thing’ll kill you!” she breathed.
“Yeah, but what a way to go!” I giggled back at her and we both shivered at the thought of such a huge log shoved up our snatches. It was easily as big as her arm.
We continued to skip back and forth down the aisles of dildos, DVDs, vibrators, butt plugs (I saw a couple that I might want to come back for!) and even those silly blow up dolls. It was a revelation for Bets, she’d obviously never seen such a place or had any idea of the kind of stuff you could buy there. After a while, we found ourselves back at the entrance to the hallways leading to the video booths and theatre, where I’d had a couple of my glory hole adventures. I hadn’t said anything to Betsy about that stuff, ‘cause I wanted to spring it on her as a surprise and see how she’d react.
“What’s this stuff back here?” she inquired when she saw the long, dimly lit hallways with a dozen or so shady looking guys hanging around each dark alleyway. Her skinny hand grabbed my arm like something out of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner (yeah, I had to do an AP English Lit report on it – look it up.. ; )~
“It’s video booths, dummy. You go in, put some quarters in a machine, and watch pornos.”
“Kewl. Is that it?”
I hesitated. “No. Lotsa guys go in to jerk off and stuff.”
Her eyes lit up. “Kewl! Can we go in?”
“You want to?” I whispered conspiratorially.
She looked around, and then her face lit up. “Yeah! Let’s find out what’s the big deal, Jules.”
She pulled me in. I motioned over to the row where I knew there was at least one booth with a glory hole cut in it, and we slid in, our feet sticky on the floor, the dim red light above the screen barely providing enough illumination to see, until our eyes adjusted to the darkness. Betsy was enthralled by the choices on the video menu.
“Holy jeeze, Jules – look at this!” she whispered, “what kind of stuff is this? ‘I tossed my babysitter’s salad’. ..jeeze, this a cooking show or what?” she chuckled. She read some of the other titles out and we couldn’t help giggling at them.
‘Gangbanged Grannies’ . . . ‘Regarding Heiney’ . . . ‘A Star is Porn’ . . .’Wanna fuck me – gotta fuck my StepDaughter’s Best Friend’
“Oh my god Jules this stuff is too much!” she said, sitting down on the sticky bench and pulling me next to her. She fished through her purse, and before I could stop her, she fed a twenty dollar bill into the machine.
“Gosh, Bets, you just bought about an hour of stuff!” I cackled. She picked a movie and stared at the screen as it started up, halfway through. It didn’t take her long to see that you could cycle through the whole menu, watching snippets of each movie if they were boring.
Me, I was keeping an eye on the hole in the wall across the booth. I don’t think she even noticed it. Then, a couple of minutes after we got in there and the movies started,, I heard the door of the booth next to us open, and a shaft of light beamed into our booth, making Betsy jump.
“W-what’s that?” she squeaked, and then the light went off when the door was closed. I held Betsy’s hand.
“Watch this.” I whispered.
An almost-hard pink dick poked through the hole like a moray eel coming out of its cave, and Bets jumped, with an “eeek!” We both watched as the fairly large and nice looking pink penis came through and was waggled at us. We heard a low voice say “c’mon. . .”
“Whatdowe do?” Betsy whispered in my ear.
“Watch this” I repeated. I got to my knees in the small booth, ignoring the sticky floor. I reached out to put my hand around the shaft protruding from the dank looking plywood, and then slowly shucked it back and forth a few times. I heard Betsy’s intake of breath. The last time she’d seen a cock, it was probably dangling in front of her face, smelling of beer and cigarettes, with a greasy old pair of jeans behind it.
I gave it a tentative lick. It didn’t taste funky or smell bad, so I squirmed around and managed to get the first couple of inches into my mouth. I started sucking back and forth on it, and then used one arm to wave Betsy down next to me. She knelt down right next to me, and I sensed her watching me intently, for her first time watching another girl give a blowjob instead of herself. I worked the guy pretty well, jerking his shaft back and forth, keeping it wet, taking four or five inches into my hot mouth, slobbering all over it. I’d done Daddy that morning, and the male aroma he was putting out reminded me of the hot squirts he’d shot into the back of my mouth just a few hours earlier. My nostrils flared with the scent of man.
I could hear him grunting and moaning softly on the other side of the partition.
“Is he gonna cum, Jules? Are you going to suck him all the way?” Betsy whispered next to me. I nodded with the shaft crown locked behind my lips. She leaned up to the opening.
“Hey mister, we want you to cum, OK? She wants it.” She said in a stage whisper loud enough to be heard out in the hallway.
In just a few seconds, I heard the ritual tapping on the partition, and prepared for my treat.
“thunk . . thunk . . thunk . .” I pulled back just a tad, opened my mouth, and lay the cock head on my tongue, jerking the shaft back and forth. I felt it shiver. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! Four big jets suddenly shot across my tongue and whacked into the back of my mouth, hot and salty and delicious. I gulped in reaction, and Betsy ‘whooped!’ next to me, and suddenly her hand was over mine, jerking the man’s cock, pulsing more sperm into my mouth. She giggled.
“Oh cool, man look at that Jules, he’s really squirting big, is it good, oh look, another one, catch it, don’t let it drip down, ummm oh, there’s another.”
Her running commentary lasted through the man’s entire orgasm, until he groaned and pulled back, my tongue making a few last swipes across his broad, flared cock head, taking the last few drops of his ball juice and transferring them to my tongue. The satisfied penis drooped, and slowly pulled back out of the hole.
“Thanks, babe. . .” I heard his whispered appreciation, and I smacked my lips with gusto. A second later, a $20 bill came through the hole. We both looked at it and then each other. Betsy reached for it. I knew she had more of a money fixation than I did, but I knew her parents didn’t have nearly the income my Daddy did.
“D’ya mind?” she asked, and I shook my head, “No, go on, take it Betsy!” I grinned. “I just swallowed my reward!”
She leaned over to kiss me lightly on the lips. I reached over to tweak a nipple, and we both made out for a brief moment in the darkness. But less than a minute had gone by when another penis poked through. This one was a deep dark brown, and looked delicious. I looked at Betsy and raised my eyebrows. She giggled softly and leaned over to it, engulfing at least half of it with one big gulp.
The man on the other side grunted and swore. “Goddam bitch you jes’ about swallowed my whole crank!” and I smiled inwardly, proud of my friend and what she was learning.
Betsy went to work, and I helped her stay in the swing of things by reaching down between her legs as she worked and rubbing her cleft, feeling the wetness there that showed she liked what she was doing, and liked the feelings she was producing. A slight tremor ran through her little body.
The booth was silent, except for the soft slurping sounds and the random grunt and moan from the other side. Betsy torpedoed her head back and forth along the impressive black shaft, her saliva making the skin shine in the flickering light of the booth, her hand jerking back and forth along the part not being wetly wiped by her lips and tongue. It was fun to watch.
All went well, until suddenly I heard a quick bang on the wall across the way, and I saw Betsy choke loudly, and a river of sperm suddenly leaked from the corner of her mouth. She choked again, louder, and the cock exploded from her mouth, as she recoiled in the middle of a gagging sound. She pulled back and the cock spat a large white missile at her, hitting her startled face just below her nose, dripping a large glob onto her lower lip and streaming up across her cheek on the other side. Reflexively, she continued to jerk the cock in her hand, and it spit again, this time laying a broad white strip on her tube top between her breasts and half-way up her neck. She coughed and white spittle flew from her mouth as she attempted to swallow down the evidently humongous cum shot from her partner. I pulled away, and slapped her on the back to try to help her coughing fit.
It took a moment, but we both finally calmed down, and she caught up with herself, gasping and hacking, and then finally laughing with me as the ridiculousness of the situation came through.
“Jeeeeeeeeeze, Jules, he nearly drowned me!” she chuckled, wiping at her face and boobs with her hands. “Aren’t they supposed ta warn ya or something?”
“I think he tried!” I laughed. “You got cum all over yourself!”
“Gah!” she answered. I leaned in and licked a gob of cum from the tube top where it had soaked in.
After that, it pretty much settled in. In a couple of minutes, another cock came through needing relief, and I worked it. We just sucked and stroked. Every couple of cocks, one would push a $20 bill or even a couple of them through the hole, and Betsy would stuff them in her purse.
After a half dozen or so, it became a game. I managed to rip a cock from between my lips just before he went off, and pointed it at Betsy, jerking a huge load out that covered her from cheekbone to shoulder. Then of course, it was her turn to do me.
We spent an hour sucking sperm out of any cock that came through that hole in the wall, spraying each other like kids with a garden hose every time we could. By the time we tired of the fun, we were both soaked through and our tops were transparently plastered to our tits. We licked the sperm off of each other’s faces, though, and kissed each other clean. My belly felt sloshy, and I’m sure hers did too.
We made our way back out of the video booths, and tiptoed through the store, trying to get out without making too much fuss. As we left, though, Betsy took one last time to turn, yell out “Hey, you pervs, how ‘bout some teen titty!” and whipped her soaked top up over her head. We ran out, laughing uproariously and running down the street until we had to stop, out of breath, cum soaked, and buzzing with the illicit thrill.
“Damn. That was fun, eh Jules?” Betsy finally gasped out as we leaned against a recessed doorway in some building a half block away. “Can we do it again?”
I laughed. “Sure. But I think next time we’d better bring cushions!” and I pointed down to our dirty, scuffed knees, covered in dark crud like we’d been kneeling in the dirt. “And a sprayer of Clorox!”
We called for an Uber and forty minutes later we were both stretched out on the sofa in my living room, gobbling down on last night’s pizza and some cokes, and belching up a pretty disgusting mix of sperm, pizza, and Coca-Cola.
When Daddy got home, we kinda sorta told him a little bit about our adventures, but left out the part about the glory holes. I knew what his reaction would be, and I didn’t want to make him crazy worrying about us downtown alone. Neither of us was too hungry, after our cum and pizza meal that afternoon. Daddy phoned out for Chinese anyway, and we nibbled at some of that for a while after it came, and then the three of us surfed on Netflix for a while. I asked Daddy if it was OK for Betsy to stay over, and he agreed.
“Sure, sweetie, so long as it’s OK with her mom and dad,” he said. We’d already checked, and so we sat around for a few more minutes, and then went upstairs. As we walked up the stairs, I said “Girl, I need a bath! And so do you! We both smell like the floor of a glory hole booth!” and we giggled the rest of the way up stairs.
Once in Daddy’s big bathroom, we stripped out of our grimy stuff, and I ran a nice hot tub with bubbles and bath oil and the whole nine yards. Bets and I chatted as it filled up.
“Your dad is such a cool guy. I wish mine was more like him. But all he wants to do is know where I’ve been or who I’ve been talking too. And God, if he ever found out . . .” her voice trailed off.
“Yeah, Daddy is pretty cool with most stuff, I guess” I was still playing dumb, I still wasn’t sure I’d want Betsy knowing about Daddy and me fucking and all just yet.
In a few minutes we slid into the tub, and it was big enough for us each to take one end, and we let our legs stretch out and rub against the other’s. We both let out a soothing “Ahhhhhhhhhhh” as we sank our bodies into the hot bubbly water. It felt good to just sit and soak for a while.
I ducked my head under to get my hair wet, and came up sputtering and spewing soapy water, as Betsy had grabbed one foot and pulled me under unexpectedly.
“Hey, you creep!” I burst out, splashing a wad of soapy bubbles her way, and pulling on her leg just like she had on mine. She let out a “Yelp!” and sank under the surface, and her boobs came up out of the water like two pink volcanoes. I reached out to pinch one nipple, and I heard a submerged gurgle and glurk come from the area where her hair floated in tendrils on the surface, and then she burst up out of the suds.
“Oh girl, you askin’ for it now!” and the game was on. Splashing, pinching, toes sought out pussy lips or rubbed directly on clits, fingers pinched here and there. Giggling, gurgling, in two minutes we were both thoroughly soaked from heads on down, and water was splashing all over the tub and halfway across the floor. We were exhausted from laughing.
“Ok, ok, I give, no more . . . “ I gasped as her left foot rubbed up and down my pussy cleft. I grabbed her ankle and held her foot steady on my crotch as I shivered through a mini-orgasm from the warm stimulation.
We both sighed and relaxed against the side of the tub. I lazily rubbed my foot across her midsection.
“Hey, girl, you’re feeling a bit rough and ready down there. Aren’t you shaving like I told you?”
“Well, not really. I mean, if I take too long in the shower, Mom comes and and spies on me and sees what I’m doing. I'm scared she'll find out my pussy is shaved, so I just haven’t done it since. It’s growing back in now.”
“Yeah, I see. Well, we’re going to have to do something about that now, won’t we?” I said evilly. “Get up on the side there and spread ‘em, bitch!” I laughed.
She wriggled her pale soapy body up and around until she was butt-first on the rim of the tub, and her long fleshy legs were spread wide. She put her hands on her knees and pulled them back, opening herself up to me. I smiled at her, and looked carefully at her pussy. It was sorta gross, with all the hair that had grown back, a mix of dark brown and lighter blonde tufts covering her labia and the top insides of her thighs, and advancing up her crotch towards her navel and belly.
I splashed a bunch of soapy bubbled water up on her, and then grabbed the can of shaving cream from the shelf next to the tub. Shaking it vigorously, I sprayed a generous big glob of it right above her cleft, and spread it around the whole area.
“Bets, ya gotta do this. Hair down here is gross. Guys aren’t going to want to eat your pussy if it looks like somebody’s old toupee, ya know?” I grinned at her. She nodded.
“Yeah, it’s just getting the time to do it.”
“Heck, come over here every couple of days and we’ll do it together. It's more fun that way anyhow!” I nodded and kissed the inside of her thigh. “Now, let’s get to work.”
I reached for the new razor I’d unwrapped the day before, and soaked it in the tub for a sec to get it slippery, and then started. First, I swiped up and down along the inside top of both of her thighs, to get that out of the way. It wasn’t too bad there, just wispy little hairs that needed to go. Once the insides of her “thigh gap” were nice and clean, I started on the fuzz up top. I slowly shaved down over her mound, right to the top of her crotch, and then went side to side. It took me about five minutes, but I got her mound all nice and smooth. I held her skin tight by putting my left thumb right on top of her clitty and pulling down while my right hand held the razor. She was starting to shiver and get into that!
Next, I started on her labia. First, the left – holding the skin out and sliding up and down carefully, moving back and forth where I could, or up and down where it was narrower. I worked very studiously, with my tongue-tip peeking out from between my lips. I would shave a bit, then rinse in the tub, and then shave a bit more, and then rinse. After I had the left shaved really good, I started on the other side, holding her lips to the side and working my way around. Gradually, I cleaned her up. It was interesting doing someone else, I’d been shaving my pussy for a couple of years now of course, but this was only the second time I’d done anyone else! It was neat to have a different viewpoint!
Finally, I had both lips all clean and bare, and her clitty was next. I spent a couple of long minutes there, making sure to get her little button all nice and pretty and available. Then, finally, I rinsed her whole pussy off with warm soapy water that I’d run into the tub. Her pussy gleamed now. There were two cute vertical lines where her outer lips surrounded the inner ones. Her clitty was a bit more visible now, and I had a feeling it was feeling lonely. So I leaned in and slowly slid two fingers up inside of her. She was hot, and wet, very hot. I started slowly moving my fingers in and out, as I licked the top of her clit and then trilled my tongue back and forth across it, making a “hmmmmmmmm” noise as I did. Her hips started hunching at my face as we got into it. After a moment, I curled my fingers up and slid them across the inside of her pussy, finding her G spot and rubbing it hard. This really seemed to set Betsy off, as she grabbed my head and pulled my face right into her pussy. My tongue, lips, and fingers went to work on her. I wanted to give her a really good orgasm or two.
My tongue whipped back and forth, and I stabbed it into her wet opening, tasting her tangy girly juices. My thumb continued to rub back and forth on her clit, and she moaned and nearly cried out as the first shiver of orgasm ran up her frame. I didn’t let up. I let her catch her breath after the first cum, and then went back to work, sucking her smooth pussy lips into my mouth and shoving three fingers up her snatch and worming them around in her hole. A second orgasm shot through her frame in a moment, and then a third, her hips bouncing up and down on the tub tile, splashing water back at me. I was pushing my nose into her clit and licking back and forth across the opening to her pussy when the first wet squirt hit my lips. Betsy croaked, “oh god oh god oh god . . .” and a hot wet stream of her juice flew out and struck me right in the face! Her hips bucked over and over, and my face got drenched by her tangy liquid. I made her squirt! YAY!!! I thought to myself.
I let her buck and shiver for a minute while she rode out her orgasm, holding her thighs tightly and rubbing my thumb over her clit as she whimpered through her climax. I loved watching Betsy cum, she was so deeply into it. Finally, she calmed down, and I guided her back down into the water, which I’d luckily warmed up a few minutes before. I hugged her and we held each other as the shocks slowly dissipated through her body.
Finally, she stirred against me and kissed me wetly on the lips.
“God, girl, you really know how to do that!” she burbled. “I thought my head was gonna explode! Now it’s your turn!” and she pushed me around on the bottom of the tub until I was back-to-the-edge myself, and I hoisted myself up just like she had. I kicked out and held my legs in a split, rubbing one hand up between my pussy lips and shivering with the feeling.
“Ok, Betsy, but I don’t have much to shave, you know. I do it every other day!” I said proudly, separating my pussy lips and opening my cavern for her to see. She looked over to me.
“Wow. You are bald as a baby! That’s sooooo cool!” and she leaned in to peer intently into me. “I never really looked that closely at you before, honey. You got a pretty pussy! . . . and your clit, it’s all out in the open!” and saying that, she flicked my button with her forefinger and a shiver ran up through my body.
“ohhhh . . . ahhhh . . . yeah, that’s so cool. Doc Jackson did it for me last year, ya know?” I felt down and pulled myself apart again for her, showing her just how exposed and sensitive my clit and hood were now. “It feels so hot down there, everything’s like rubbing against it all the time. . . and I’m gonna get a clit ring soon too!”
We spent the next moments excitedly talking about our pussies and comparing notes. Her lips were a little fleshier, whereas mine were slim. My clit stood out more, of course. When she leaned in and lip-locked my pussy and started pushing her tongue up into my cervix, I just lay back and sighed.
She was inexperienced, but she tried hard. Our previous lesbo activities had pretty much been mostly me, since I knew my way around a pussy better than she did at the time. But now was the time to teach her. I grabbed her damp hair with both hands and moved her around my crotch, telling her exactly where and how hard to nip and bite and lick and suck. She was a good, apt pupil.
‘More tongue.’
‘Purse your lips there and suck’
‘Nip gently, and slide your tongue back and forth over it.’
And so on. I hunched my hips at her face, and I had a good strong cum after a couple of minutes, and then another one a few moments later. Then I just lay back and let her lick and kiss my pussy for a while, my hands idly playing with my boobs while I floated on the sea of good feelings. I tightened my thighs around her head after a few moments, and twerked another cum on her face.
When I was done we ended up having to soap each other down all over again with fresh hot water. And then, of course, after some urging and cajoling, I fastened my mouth to her nice clean shaven pussy lips and sucked and sucked until she finally released some of her own sweet nectar into my gasping mouth.
Later on, in bed, we lay on our sides, naked, facing each other, and idly playing with each other’s nips and boobs. I ran my hand down over her hip bone like a skier on a white powder slope.
When we stopped, I was laying lightly on top of her, her thighs widely cradling my smaller body in between them, our boobs rubbing softly against each other.
“Bets, if I tell you a secret, can you promise to never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever say anything to anybody? I mean, if you did, it would be really really horrible!” and I looked as absolutely serious as I possibly could.
She took a moment.
“W- . . .what is it?”
I shook my head. “You have to promise.”
She nodded solemnly. “I do. I promise, Jules, I’ll never ever tell anybody. I swear.”
I looked deeply into her eyes for along time. Neither of us blinked. Finally I took a deep breath.
“My Daddy fucks me.”
Her body tensed. Her eyebrows went way up and her eyes widened. Then her thighs tightened around me and I felt something. Not sure what. But something went through her body. Then real slowly, she said, “Holy shit . . .”
“Yep.” I nodded again.
She tilted her head. “When?”
“All the time.”
“No shit! Jules, no shit? Your Daddy?”
“I swear, honey. You know my Mom died, like, eight years ago, right? I was like, five, I think. He’s so lonely. It just kind of happened. A couple of years ago. I mean, I kinda started it, it wasn’t his idea. He never ever made me do anything, it wasn’t like that, you know? But he was so sad and lonely all the time. I made a move on him, Betsy, I did it all. I made him let me suck his dick first. It was so good, so nice, and I made him feel so good. That’s all. I wanted him to feel better. And we talked, and he told me about Mom and how they used to make love all the time and all, and I just wanted to help him. And he was sooooo nice to me, so good. He showed me how to do it. And I love it, Bets, I love to suck cocks. And his is so nice, you know. It’s just the greatest feeling to have it in my mouth when he shoots off. Well, you know, right?” And I reminded her that SHE’d sucked off Daddy that time a few weeks ago.
She nodded. “So when . . .”
“Not right away. I was too little.”
“OMG, Jules! How little? . . .”
I looked real seriously at her. “I was around eleven the first time I sucked Daddy off.” Yeah, ok, so I cheated by a year.
“Oh my god Jules!” she gasped, with a hand to her mouth.
“Yeah. I mean, you can’t ever ever say anything, or Daddy will be in sooooo much trouble and me too but they’ll take him away and I’ll have to go to a foster home and I’ll probably never see you again or anything. . .”
A little tear formed at the corner of her eye. “I know, Jules, don’t worry I swear I’ll never say anything.”
I told her how I was way too small down there for Daddy to fuck me, and how he got me dildoes and butt plugs to practice with, to make my butthole able to take him, and how fantastic it was the first time he fucked me in my butt. I told her how you have to take enemas before you do any butt stuff and she giggled at that.
“They didn’t do that before that motorcycle gang all fucked me in the butt!” she grimaced. “They just poured a bunch of grease on me! I hope they all got shitty dicks!” and we giggled at that.
“Well, if you take your time, and the guy is halfway decent, and he’s not like, you know, HUGE, then it’s kinda nice. You feel real full down there, and you can rub your clitty while he’s doing it, you know. I like it a lot. We did it that way for almost a year, until I got big enough for Daddy to do it in my puss.”
“How was that?”
“Oh Betsy, it was soooooo good. We went to a fancy hotel downtown, and Daddy took me to dinner and all that, and we got all dressed up and all. It was so sexy and grown up and everything. I felt so good. I mean, you’d think that Daddy would rather sex up a girl his own age or maybe in, like, her 20s or something, but it made me feel ever so good that Daddy would want to have sex with me instead, you know?”
She nodded again, kind of smiling a little tiny bit. “Yeah. I know . . .”
“So we had dinner, and Daddy even let me drink a little wine but I didn’t like it much, and then we went back to the hotel room, and oh, Bets, it was sooooo good. I mean, Daddy really made LOVE to me, you know, not just fucked me. When his hard penis first went up inside of me, oh girlfriend, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”
She looked a little sad. “I missed that. Those fuckers in the gang raped me and I never got to feel that.”
I thought for a moment. “But that’s not the real thing. I mean, yeah, they raped you and you didn’t have any choice in the matter. But there’s no reason you can’t have a regular night with a boy you really like and give him your . . . I don’t know . . . romance virginity? Just because those apes took your physical virginity, that doesn’t matter. That was just a little piece of skin. What they did didn’t count.”
She looked thoughtful. “I - . . . I guess so . . . maybe . . .”
“Of course so. You gotta go get Brian and make him take you out real nice and stuff, and then the two of you go someplace and have sex like a regular person. Ya know?”
She brightened up at that. “You think I should use Brian? I mean, he’s cool and a really sexy guy and all . . .but what if he doesn’t know what to do?”
“Well who else, girl?”
Her brow furrowed. Then she brightened up.
“Jules. You gotta do this. You gotta get your Dad to do me first.”
I gulped.
“What? Why? No . . . . . I mean, why my Daddy? Wouldn’t you rather-“
She cut me off. “No! I mean, you said he was so good and so nice and charming and he made you feel so special. That’s what I wanna feel – special. I deserve to, dontcha think? After what I went through? Please, pretty please, do it for me?” she begged and she craned her head up and latched her lips around my left boob and oooooh that felt so good.
“Ok, ok, ok, bitch!” I laughed and hugged her. “But I don’t like the idea of my Daddy fucking just any old skank!” and again we dissolved into fits of laughter.
“WOW!” was her only, breathless reply. “So, like, how often do you, you know, do it?
“A couple of times a week, I guess. It depends on if I’m with my boyfriend . . . “ and then I had to tell her all about Spencer, well, not everything, of course, but I did tell Betsy he has the most Perfect Penis in the world and everything.
We talked and gossiped and giggled for another hour or so, but by then we were both pretty much exhausted, and I don’t even remember when I fell asleep. I woke up with one leg in-between Betsy’s, and her lips nuzzling my boob.
Chapter
40 - Daddy and Betsy
A few weeks later, Bets was still pestering me about having Daddy be her real “first” lover. I was just still kinda undecided about the whole idea. I mean, I know Daddy would be really good and make her feel like a real woman, but every time I thought about it I got a little jealous, I somehow didn’t like thinking about Daddy fucking another girl my age. It was different with Christine, she was older, in her 20s like, and that was different. But another girl just like me, somehow that made me uncomfortable. It was one thing to show her how to suck on his cock, but another for Daddy to actually fuck her.
I decided to talk to Daddy about it. One morning at breakfast, I brought it up. He and I were sitting next to each other on some stools at the breakfast bar. I had one of Spencer’s old big tee shirts on and he had some PJ bottoms on. I liked to look at his nice smooth chest. He wasn’t built up like some dopey bodybuilder or anything, but his chest was trim and flat and he didn’t have a six-pack any more, but he sure didn’t have a spare tire either!
“Daddy, can I talk to you about something about Betsy?”
“Sure punkin’, what is it? Is she doing OK?” he said with a worried look.
“Oh yeah, she’s ok, I guess. We talk about . . . it, sometimes but she’s doing ok.”
“That’s good. That was such a horrible ordeal for her to go through. I was glad to see that the police raided that place a while ago and broke the whole thing up. Those guys were thugs and criminals, no doubt.”
“Yeah. But here’s the thing. I mean, you know, we took her there (I meant Dr Franklin, of course) to get her on the pill and all and it’s been a while now, and she’s kinda, well, I don’t know, anxious, I guess, to have sex with a regular guy, and Brian is away with his mom and dad for most of the summer and she’s pretty shy, you know, and she doesn’t really know any other guys and she really really really looks up to you and well you know how we did that thing and she sucked you off that time and she really really liked that, so don’t be upset but she keeps asking me and I don’t know, Daddy, it’s kinda strange and I just don’t know but would you fuck her?” I got it all out in one big long breathless gasp and just sat there breathing in and out when I finished.
He was like, totally silent. He looked at me and I sorta smiled and he sorta smiled.
“She wants to have sex with me? But I’m old enough to be-”
“Daddy!” I interrupted him. “Don’t you even go there!” I said with an impish grin.
He was silent again. He looked at me and cocked his head.
“What do you think?”
I had to stop and compose myself. “I don’t know, it’s weird. I mean, I kinda want you to myself, sort of, I mean, I know you and Christine do it-” and my voice trailed off.
“Yes, but I’ve known her and her family a long time. And she’s an adult, and well, you know Christine” he said wryly, and I knew he meant that Christine was like, totally uninhibited and would pretty much screw anybody at the drop of a hat, which I loved her for, even though I didn't have a hat.
“Yeah, I guess. But Daddy, I think I’d be, I don’t know, jealous or something. I mean, you and I…” and then my voice trailed off again and I looked at him with my big brown cow eyes and pushed out my lower lip.
Daddy smiled and reached out to hug me a little. “Oh, sweetie, you don’t have any thing to be concerned about there. You will always be my special little girl, my absolute sweetheart, and nobody and nothing will ever replace you. Why, I don’t know what I’d have done these last couple of years if it wasn't for you."
“Yes, but Daddy, promise me you’ll still love me?”
He looked at me with a little sadness in his eyes. “Oh, baby, of course.” He paused for a long moment. “Sweetie, do you think I love your mother?”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I know you still love Mommy, even though she's gone. Sometimes, you never stop loving somebody, even if they're not there."
“And you know I love you, right?”
“Yeah” I said slowly, nodding.
“Well, you see, that’s the joy and beauty of being human sometimes. There’s really no limit to the amount of love someone can have for somebody else, or a bunch of somebody elses. You love Spencer don’t you?”
“Well SURE!” I answered immediately. “He’s just the best boyfriend a girl could ever have and he loves me and I love him and-”
“And yet you still love me too?”
“Well, yes, of course but you’re my Daddy and you’ll always be special, and we are different than most people.”
“Yes, that’s right, we are, and we have something very special, and we’ll always have that, and that’s a different kind of love. You’re my little baby girl, and every time I see you I think of your Mother and how special she was to me, and how much she meant to me, and you mean very much, but not exactly, the same thing. But it’s different from other kinds of love. No matter what ever happens to you and to me, we’ll always have that special bond, right, and no one can take that away.”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I will NEVER have another Daddy.”
“Exactly. So here’s the thing, and I hope you can understand it. I understand how Betsy might be attracted to me, I’m an older man, and we did have that, well, encounter here, and all, and I know that she and you are BFFs and all-” and he kind of smirked at me and I punched him in the arm.
“-but it’s a very special thing when a young girl gives herself to a man for the first time, and I know how she feels about those horrible bikers and how she wants something with tenderness and romance and feeling to happen instead, so she can have a real sex life and grow and experience things and start to learn what SHE desires and SHE wants out of life. I think I would be very honored, and very pleased, to take her out for a romantic evening and show her what real love between a man and a woman is, even if I don’t have those feelings for her specifically, I care for Betsy and I want her to have the best, and I know that if she makes the wrong choice here it could be bad. Do you trust me?”
I thought for a second. “Sure Daddy, I trust you. I know you’d be just perfect for her, and you’d make her feel so good, I guess.”
“My only concern is that she might make too much of it, you know, get well, obsessed with me. I don’t want to sound stuck up or anything like that, but what if she isn’t satisfied with one encounter, and wants more, and tries to make something more out of it than it really is, that could be very difficult to deal with.”
“Daddy, I don’t think Bets is like that. I mean, I know she likes Brian, and she’s always checking out the guys our age and all, I really think she just wants a very special time to be her first, you know, and you’re about the only old-”
“Watch it!” he cut in with a chuckle.
“-er guy we know!” I finished with a giggle of my own. “You know what I mean Daddy!”
Daddy let out a long breath. “Well, tell you what. Let’s go upstairs ourselves and have some fun, and I’ll prove to you that YOU are my special little girl, and always will be, and that NO other person will ever take your place, and then we can decide, ok?” he said with a charming smile and he took my hand.
I would have gushed in my panties if I was wearing any.
Thirty seconds later, I was giggling and shrieking as Daddy carried me upstairs in his arms, flung over his shoulder like I was a cave girl and he had just saved me from the dinosaurs or something. My tee shirt had gotten bunched up around my shoulders and he was slapping me lightly on my ass making my whole body tingle. He kicked open the door to his bedroom and tossed me onto his bed like a rag doll, and I yelped and he pounced on me with a big “GRRRRRRR” sound, pushing my bare thighs apart with his hands and burying his face in between my legs.
I felt his strong mouth and tongue attack me there, and I tilted my head back and went “arrrrrrrgggggg” as I felt him. He sucked strongly on my pussy lips and pulled them right in to his mouth, chewing and nibbling and sending strong shocks of pleasure though me. His tongue waggled back and forth across my folds, and I felt his nose sort of nuzzle up at my clitty, and then his tongue pushed into my hole. I grabbed his head with my little hands, and pushed my hips up at his face.
“Oh Daddy, that’s so good, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I muttered.
His magic lips and tongue were quickly sending me into the stratosphere, and I knew I’d cum pretty soon. His hands held my thighs apart, and he slid them down my legs until they cupped the backs of my knees, and then he pushed them even wider apart until I was opened so wide to him he could do any thing to me and I’d not have been able to resist. I cried out as my first orgasm rattled through my body.
He wasn’t satisfied at that, oh no, he was just getting started. My orgasm had just started to reverberate though my skull when he pushed up and tilted me up off the bed, and I felt his tongue slither down and ticked at my butt and then I shrieked again, and he bent me double as his tongue danced around on my butthole and then he hardened the tip and stuck it in to me and I swear it felt like his tongue was about three feet up in me. I shivered my hips and tried to clench my legs but he still had too strong of a grip and I couldn’t do anything but lay there and quiver as he went from my butt to my pussy and then back to my butthole and then bit my clitty and then pushed his tongue up into my womb and then, well you know how I get.
I started having orgasms about every two minutes, I was shrieking and giggling and moaning and pulling Daddy’s face into me and rubbing my hips around on him and I started babbling incoherently and tears came to my eyes and my whole life just centered around my Daddy loving me like that. At one point I reached up and grabbed my own ankles and pulled my legs apart and Daddy was just diving in there like a starving man, and I felt him put one, and then two fingers up in to me and he scratched up at my g-spot and that sent me over the edge again and I gasped as the strongest orgasm yet vibrated through my body and my toes curled and cramped and then he slowly slid his fingers out of my swamped and clutching pussy and I felt them pushing insistently at my butt hole and I automatically just opened up for him and when I felt his long, strong fingers slide up in to my hot core like that I exploded again and then Daddy was nipping and biting at my clitty with his lips and tongue, and sliding his two fingers in and out of my butt and turning them from side to side and my whole body just exploded again and again and I think I passed out for a second.
I couldn’t breathe. I was heaving and gasping and trying to catch my breath and Daddy just kept on making me cum and my legs were shaking and my tits felt like they were about to catch on fire and I let go of my calves and grabbed my nipples with both hands and pinched them and pulled them like a madwoman.
Finally I had to stop him. I couldn’t take any more, I was almost choking.
“Daddy. . .stop . . . please, you . . .stop, please, I can’t take . . . stop, stop!!” I gasped at him, trying to push his head away from my crotch.
He finally relented and with one final big “SMACK!” of his lips and tongue on the outside of my pussy, he grunted and fell off to the side and let me lay there in a big puddle of my own pussy juices and his spit and my legs were like rubber and my chest heaved and I just drooled out of the corner of my mouth like a baby. I closed my eyes as the room spun around over us, his arm draped across the top of my thighs.
It took me a few moments to recover from the marvelous cums that Daddy gave me, and I just loved the feeling we shared together. It made my insides feel all warm and gooey. But I knew we weren’t done yet! I sat up a little bit and leaned over and smothered Daddy with kisses all over his wet face, he was soaked! I tasted my juices on him from his chin to his forehead just about. But I cleaned him up like a good dutiful loving daughter should, and then turned my head to gaze down at his belly. I liked what I saw. His beautiful penis was standing up, hard and proud, a little tiny drop of pre-cum leaking from the head.
It looked to me like it needed a girl’s lips around it, making love to it like a girl should always do for her Daddy’s firm, hard penis. I scooted down until my head was resting on his belly, and then I reached out and gently bent his penis shaft down so I could kiss all over the spongy head, licking up the warm, salty drop of pre-cum that was my early treat. I kissed and licked and sucked all over his penis’s head but didn’t let my lips go down any farther than the rosy ridge of his crown. After a few moments of penis love, I swiped my tongue around on the head and then locked my lips around the tip, his ridge of skin feeling so smooth yet warm and hard under my tongue.
I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, trilling my tongue across his pee-hole, and I loved hearing him moan and softly utter my name as I gave him pleasure. Nothing in the world (well, Almost!) gave me as much pleasure as making my Daddy feel good by putting my mouth on his penis. I swore internally to always do this for Daddy for as long as he wanted me to, until I was like, a hundred years old if that’s what he wanted.
I felt a slight tremor vibrate through his shaft, and another big drop of very salty precum burbled out of his penis and onto my tongue, exciting my taste buds and sending electric shocks of pleasure down through my spine. I swallowed it down and imagined it sliding down my throat real slowly and then splashing into my tummy, and how maybe there'd be even more in a bit.
I slowly and gently shucked my fist up along his shaft, feeling the warm skin slide back and forth over his rigid cock. I could sense more blood being pumped into it, as it got firmer and harder under my touch. My Daddy must have really loved me, because pretty soon his penis was like stone! I mean GRANITE, ya know? He was huffing and puffing under me and I could hear his heart beating rapidly under my ear. I would have loved to have just stayed there and kept on doing that, but I wanted my Daddy FAAR inside of me right now, so after a few more moments sucking on his cock, I went waaaaaaaaay far down on it and got it all wet with my spit and all, and then I pulled up off of him and spun quickly around, straddling his hips and lifting myself up over him. I slotted his hard cock right between my pussy lips which of course were already drooling with anticipation, and then I slowly, holding my breath, sank down on him.
Oh god did that feel so heavenly! Daddy seemed to fill me up so wonderfully, as if every single inch of him was designed to fit right into my vag. I sank farther and farther down on him until I felt that sharp pang that meant his cock head has slammed up into my cervix. I raised up just a little bit and sank down again, and then raised up higher, and then down. I leaned forwards a little bit and put my hands on Daddy’s strong chest.
“Daddy, I’m gonna fuck you so good right now . . .” I breathed, looking him right in the eye. His eyes shone with lovelight for me, and I started raising and dropping my hips and giving a little bump when I hit bottom. I could feel his cock head scraping along and sliding over my g-spot every time I raised up, and every now and then Daddy would give a little grunt and I’d feel his cock sort of shake and quiver in me.
Up, down, up, down, over and over, I slid my wet and slurpy teenage pussy back and forth on Daddy’s cock. It was so good. My first orgasm since Daddy was eating my pussy came over me and I shook with the pleasure it brought me, grunting and moaning myself.
“Oh fuck oh fuck, Daddeeeeeeeee, I’m cumming!” I groaned, as if he didn’t know that himself. He reached up and palmed my boobs, and that felt just too marvelous for words. I leaned down further and locked my lips on his, and our tongues dueled for long moments as we swapped spit and kissed each other. My eyes were closed but I could still see how much he loved me and I loved him. My hips continued to pound up and down on him, the squelchy sound was echoing in the bedroom. I was sure we’d have to change the sheets by the time we were done, there was gonna be a wet spot the size of Montana…
Suddenly Daddy sort of growled and he wrestled around, flipping me on to my back again, and his knees dug into the mattress and he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs far apart, giving him unrestricted access to my pussy, which he really started to attack. I came again, and then about thirty seconds later, I had a monstrous orgasm which made me quiver all over. Then Daddy really got serious about fucking my brains out.
“Grab your ankles!” he roughly grunted out and as I did, he put his hands under my hips and rolled me up until I was bent nearly double, my hands holding my ankles out and my legs in a split. Daddy reached down and I felt him aim his wet and slippery cock at my butt.
“Oh- . . . oh, Daddy. . .please. . . just- . . .” and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his cock pop through my little starfish and bust up into my guts. The flash of pain was soon replaced by the welcoming bolts of pleasure that radiated up out of my behind, circled around my clitty and then rattled up my backbone to shoot out of my nipples. Daddy shoved about half of himself into me and then stopped to let me adjust.
“ohgodohgodohgodohgod. . .” I babbled as I felt his heat inside of me. I tried to will my ass to accept him, and then pushed my hips up to encourage him to explore a little further up inside of me with his ExplorerCock. He sank down another couple of inches, and I think he may have straightened out the last eight or ten inches of my colon when he did. He paused again, bending down to capture my lips with his face again, and we slobbered over each other as he slowly, and then picking up speed, started fucking my ass off.
That’s the only way to describe it now, looking back. He was almost savage, plunging all the way into me and then pulling back until just the head was captured just inside my butthole, and then shoving right back in all the way, stirring my guts into a froth. Meanwhile, I sucked strongly on his tongue, almost wishing it was another cock instead. Golly, I thought, if my daddy had two cocks, I’m might never leave the house again!
On and on he went, relentlessly pounding into me, his pelvis rocking into my smaller front, mashing against my clitty each time, sending marvelous waves of pleasure through my core. He started thumbing my clit and that sent me into overdrive, and I started cumming and screaming out cuss words, which I know Daddy doesn’t like me to cuss . . . but I couldn’t help it!
“Oh fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit I’m cummmming! I’m cumming Daddeeeeeee I’m cummmmmmming!” and stuff like that, I just babbled on like a nincompoop! I was cussing and sweating and Daddy was grunting and sweating and dripping on me and kissing me and I was bumping my hips up to meet his, and his gorgeous cock was just totally destroying my ass! We could hear me squelching and schlucking and making all those obscene noises that a little teenage asshole makes when a big grown up adult cock is pounding it into mush!
Daddy grunted then, really loud.
“Fuckin’ bitch I’m gonna cum right up your ass!” he grunted, knowing that sometimes it’s exciting to hear him cuss at me like that, I know he doesn’t really think I’m a b**** but it’s fun to play at it!
“Yes! Yes! Daddy cum in me!” I screamed out, “CUM IN MY ASSS!!!!!!”
He pushed into me so far I thought it would come out my ears, and he snapped his hips once, then twice, and I swear I felt a hot wetness fire right into my little soul as his magnificent cock spewed out a huge ball-load of DaddyCum right into my butt! I quivered and shook with barely contained excitement as I felt my insides get sprayed, and then Daddy surprised me!
He pulled his wonderful penis out of my ass and crawled up my body a little bit, and then I watched with supreme glee as his pee-hole split open and a huge white missile of DaddyLove spewed out and rocketed right onto my astonished face! I squealed with joy and Daddy moved a little closer and another huge bolt flew out and hit my cheek and squirted up into my eyeball and I had to blink real fast, and then before I even knew what was happening, almost, I felt Daddy’s cockhead bully into my mouth and the kinda funky taste hit me but I was so overwhelmed with sexual pleasure and love that I couldn’t even think about it, and then I was sucking, hard, drawing the sperm up from Daddy’s balls in three or four good blasts that pasted over my tongue and coated my throat with his salty goodness.
He was groaning and sweating above me, my little body overwhelmed with his size and strength. His arms framed my head as he held onto the headboard and kept snapping his hips forward, driving his cock in and out of my mouth as I sucked and swallowed and gurgled on his Daddycock. I put my hands on his butt cheeks and pulled him into me as he slowly softened and I sucked the last little bits of his cum out and swallowed them gratefully, lovingly, so happy for his pleasure and so thankful that he wanted to cum in my mouth AND my ass! I was a lucky little girl!
Finally he collapsed next to me with a ‘whooosh’ and a horrible sounding grunt, and I snuggled up next to him under his arm and felt so warm and loved and protected. I looked up at him with my eyes almost teary and my lips dripping with his semen.
“Daddy, don’t you dare fuck Betsy that good or I’ll never get you back!” I giggled at him.
A few weeks later, Bets was still pestering me about having Daddy be her real “first” lover. I was just still kinda undecided about the whole idea. I mean, I know Daddy would be really good and make her feel like a real woman, but every time I thought about it I got a little jealous, I somehow didn’t like thinking about Daddy fucking another girl my age. It was different with Christine, she was older, in her 20s like, and that was different. But another girl just like me, somehow that made me uncomfortable. It was one thing to show her how to suck on his cock, but another for Daddy to actually fuck her.
I decided to talk to Daddy about it. One morning at breakfast, I brought it up. He and I were sitting next to each other on some stools at the breakfast bar. I had one of Spencer’s old big tee shirts on and he had some PJ bottoms on. I liked to look at his nice smooth chest. He wasn’t built up like some dopey bodybuilder or anything, but his chest was trim and flat and he didn’t have a six-pack any more, but he sure didn’t have a spare tire either!
“Daddy, can I talk to you about something about Betsy?”
“Sure punkin’, what is it? Is she doing OK?” he said with a worried look.
“Oh yeah, she’s ok, I guess. We talk about . . . it, sometimes but she’s doing ok.”
“That’s good. That was such a horrible ordeal for her to go through. I was glad to see that the police raided that place a while ago and broke the whole thing up. Those guys were thugs and criminals, no doubt.”
“Yeah. But here’s the thing. I mean, you know, we took her there (I meant Dr Franklin, of course) to get her on the pill and all and it’s been a while now, and she’s kinda, well, I don’t know, anxious, I guess, to have sex with a regular guy, and Brian is away with his mom and dad for most of the summer and she’s pretty shy, you know, and she doesn’t really know any other guys and she really really really looks up to you and well you know how we did that thing and she sucked you off that time and she really really liked that, so don’t be upset but she keeps asking me and I don’t know, Daddy, it’s kinda strange and I just don’t know but would you fuck her?” I got it all out in one big long breathless gasp and just sat there breathing in and out when I finished.
He was like, totally silent. He looked at me and I sorta smiled and he sorta smiled.
“She wants to have sex with me? But I’m old enough to be-”
“Daddy!” I interrupted him. “Don’t you even go there!” I said with an impish grin.
He was silent again. He looked at me and cocked his head.
“What do you think?”
I had to stop and compose myself. “I don’t know, it’s weird. I mean, I kinda want you to myself, sort of, I mean, I know you and Christine do it-” and my voice trailed off.
“Yes, but I’ve known her and her family a long time. And she’s an adult, and well, you know Christine” he said wryly, and I knew he meant that Christine was like, totally uninhibited and would pretty much screw anybody at the drop of a hat, which I loved her for, even though I didn't have a hat.
“Yeah, I guess. But Daddy, I think I’d be, I don’t know, jealous or something. I mean, you and I…” and then my voice trailed off again and I looked at him with my big brown cow eyes and pushed out my lower lip.
Daddy smiled and reached out to hug me a little. “Oh, sweetie, you don’t have any thing to be concerned about there. You will always be my special little girl, my absolute sweetheart, and nobody and nothing will ever replace you. Why, I don’t know what I’d have done these last couple of years if it wasn't for you."
“Yes, but Daddy, promise me you’ll still love me?”
He looked at me with a little sadness in his eyes. “Oh, baby, of course.” He paused for a long moment. “Sweetie, do you think I love your mother?”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I know you still love Mommy, even though she's gone. Sometimes, you never stop loving somebody, even if they're not there."
“And you know I love you, right?”
“Yeah” I said slowly, nodding.
“Well, you see, that’s the joy and beauty of being human sometimes. There’s really no limit to the amount of love someone can have for somebody else, or a bunch of somebody elses. You love Spencer don’t you?”
“Well SURE!” I answered immediately. “He’s just the best boyfriend a girl could ever have and he loves me and I love him and-”
“And yet you still love me too?”
“Well, yes, of course but you’re my Daddy and you’ll always be special, and we are different than most people.”
“Yes, that’s right, we are, and we have something very special, and we’ll always have that, and that’s a different kind of love. You’re my little baby girl, and every time I see you I think of your Mother and how special she was to me, and how much she meant to me, and you mean very much, but not exactly, the same thing. But it’s different from other kinds of love. No matter what ever happens to you and to me, we’ll always have that special bond, right, and no one can take that away.”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I will NEVER have another Daddy.”
“Exactly. So here’s the thing, and I hope you can understand it. I understand how Betsy might be attracted to me, I’m an older man, and we did have that, well, encounter here, and all, and I know that she and you are BFFs and all-” and he kind of smirked at me and I punched him in the arm.
“-but it’s a very special thing when a young girl gives herself to a man for the first time, and I know how she feels about those horrible bikers and how she wants something with tenderness and romance and feeling to happen instead, so she can have a real sex life and grow and experience things and start to learn what SHE desires and SHE wants out of life. I think I would be very honored, and very pleased, to take her out for a romantic evening and show her what real love between a man and a woman is, even if I don’t have those feelings for her specifically, I care for Betsy and I want her to have the best, and I know that if she makes the wrong choice here it could be bad. Do you trust me?”
I thought for a second. “Sure Daddy, I trust you. I know you’d be just perfect for her, and you’d make her feel so good, I guess.”
“My only concern is that she might make too much of it, you know, get well, obsessed with me. I don’t want to sound stuck up or anything like that, but what if she isn’t satisfied with one encounter, and wants more, and tries to make something more out of it than it really is, that could be very difficult to deal with.”
“Daddy, I don’t think Bets is like that. I mean, I know she likes Brian, and she’s always checking out the guys our age and all, I really think she just wants a very special time to be her first, you know, and you’re about the only old-”
“Watch it!” he cut in with a chuckle.
“-er guy we know!” I finished with a giggle of my own. “You know what I mean Daddy!”
Daddy let out a long breath. “Well, tell you what. Let’s go upstairs ourselves and have some fun, and I’ll prove to you that YOU are my special little girl, and always will be, and that NO other person will ever take your place, and then we can decide, ok?” he said with a charming smile and he took my hand.
I would have gushed in my panties if I was wearing any.
Thirty seconds later, I was giggling and shrieking as Daddy carried me upstairs in his arms, flung over his shoulder like I was a cave girl and he had just saved me from the dinosaurs or something. My tee shirt had gotten bunched up around my shoulders and he was slapping me lightly on my ass making my whole body tingle. He kicked open the door to his bedroom and tossed me onto his bed like a rag doll, and I yelped and he pounced on me with a big “GRRRRRRR” sound, pushing my bare thighs apart with his hands and burying his face in between my legs.
I felt his strong mouth and tongue attack me there, and I tilted my head back and went “arrrrrrrgggggg” as I felt him. He sucked strongly on my pussy lips and pulled them right in to his mouth, chewing and nibbling and sending strong shocks of pleasure though me. His tongue waggled back and forth across my folds, and I felt his nose sort of nuzzle up at my clitty, and then his tongue pushed into my hole. I grabbed his head with my little hands, and pushed my hips up at his face.
“Oh Daddy, that’s so good, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I muttered.
His magic lips and tongue were quickly sending me into the stratosphere, and I knew I’d cum pretty soon. His hands held my thighs apart, and he slid them down my legs until they cupped the backs of my knees, and then he pushed them even wider apart until I was opened so wide to him he could do any thing to me and I’d not have been able to resist. I cried out as my first orgasm rattled through my body.
He wasn’t satisfied at that, oh no, he was just getting started. My orgasm had just started to reverberate though my skull when he pushed up and tilted me up off the bed, and I felt his tongue slither down and ticked at my butt and then I shrieked again, and he bent me double as his tongue danced around on my butthole and then he hardened the tip and stuck it in to me and I swear it felt like his tongue was about three feet up in me. I shivered my hips and tried to clench my legs but he still had too strong of a grip and I couldn’t do anything but lay there and quiver as he went from my butt to my pussy and then back to my butthole and then bit my clitty and then pushed his tongue up into my womb and then, well you know how I get.
I started having orgasms about every two minutes, I was shrieking and giggling and moaning and pulling Daddy’s face into me and rubbing my hips around on him and I started babbling incoherently and tears came to my eyes and my whole life just centered around my Daddy loving me like that. At one point I reached up and grabbed my own ankles and pulled my legs apart and Daddy was just diving in there like a starving man, and I felt him put one, and then two fingers up in to me and he scratched up at my g-spot and that sent me over the edge again and I gasped as the strongest orgasm yet vibrated through my body and my toes curled and cramped and then he slowly slid his fingers out of my swamped and clutching pussy and I felt them pushing insistently at my butt hole and I automatically just opened up for him and when I felt his long, strong fingers slide up in to my hot core like that I exploded again and then Daddy was nipping and biting at my clitty with his lips and tongue, and sliding his two fingers in and out of my butt and turning them from side to side and my whole body just exploded again and again and I think I passed out for a second.
I couldn’t breathe. I was heaving and gasping and trying to catch my breath and Daddy just kept on making me cum and my legs were shaking and my tits felt like they were about to catch on fire and I let go of my calves and grabbed my nipples with both hands and pinched them and pulled them like a madwoman.
Finally I had to stop him. I couldn’t take any more, I was almost choking.
“Daddy. . .stop . . . please, you . . .stop, please, I can’t take . . . stop, stop!!” I gasped at him, trying to push his head away from my crotch.
He finally relented and with one final big “SMACK!” of his lips and tongue on the outside of my pussy, he grunted and fell off to the side and let me lay there in a big puddle of my own pussy juices and his spit and my legs were like rubber and my chest heaved and I just drooled out of the corner of my mouth like a baby. I closed my eyes as the room spun around over us, his arm draped across the top of my thighs.
It took me a few moments to recover from the marvelous cums that Daddy gave me, and I just loved the feeling we shared together. It made my insides feel all warm and gooey. But I knew we weren’t done yet! I sat up a little bit and leaned over and smothered Daddy with kisses all over his wet face, he was soaked! I tasted my juices on him from his chin to his forehead just about. But I cleaned him up like a good dutiful loving daughter should, and then turned my head to gaze down at his belly. I liked what I saw. His beautiful penis was standing up, hard and proud, a little tiny drop of pre-cum leaking from the head.
It looked to me like it needed a girl’s lips around it, making love to it like a girl should always do for her Daddy’s firm, hard penis. I scooted down until my head was resting on his belly, and then I reached out and gently bent his penis shaft down so I could kiss all over the spongy head, licking up the warm, salty drop of pre-cum that was my early treat. I kissed and licked and sucked all over his penis’s head but didn’t let my lips go down any farther than the rosy ridge of his crown. After a few moments of penis love, I swiped my tongue around on the head and then locked my lips around the tip, his ridge of skin feeling so smooth yet warm and hard under my tongue.
I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, trilling my tongue across his pee-hole, and I loved hearing him moan and softly utter my name as I gave him pleasure. Nothing in the world (well, Almost!) gave me as much pleasure as making my Daddy feel good by putting my mouth on his penis. I swore internally to always do this for Daddy for as long as he wanted me to, until I was like, a hundred years old if that’s what he wanted.
I felt a slight tremor vibrate through his shaft, and another big drop of very salty precum burbled out of his penis and onto my tongue, exciting my taste buds and sending electric shocks of pleasure down through my spine. I swallowed it down and imagined it sliding down my throat real slowly and then splashing into my tummy, and how maybe there'd be even more in a bit.
I slowly and gently shucked my fist up along his shaft, feeling the warm skin slide back and forth over his rigid cock. I could sense more blood being pumped into it, as it got firmer and harder under my touch. My Daddy must have really loved me, because pretty soon his penis was like stone! I mean GRANITE, ya know? He was huffing and puffing under me and I could hear his heart beating rapidly under my ear. I would have loved to have just stayed there and kept on doing that, but I wanted my Daddy FAAR inside of me right now, so after a few more moments sucking on his cock, I went waaaaaaaaay far down on it and got it all wet with my spit and all, and then I pulled up off of him and spun quickly around, straddling his hips and lifting myself up over him. I slotted his hard cock right between my pussy lips which of course were already drooling with anticipation, and then I slowly, holding my breath, sank down on him.
Oh god did that feel so heavenly! Daddy seemed to fill me up so wonderfully, as if every single inch of him was designed to fit right into my vag. I sank farther and farther down on him until I felt that sharp pang that meant his cock head has slammed up into my cervix. I raised up just a little bit and sank down again, and then raised up higher, and then down. I leaned forwards a little bit and put my hands on Daddy’s strong chest.
“Daddy, I’m gonna fuck you so good right now . . .” I breathed, looking him right in the eye. His eyes shone with lovelight for me, and I started raising and dropping my hips and giving a little bump when I hit bottom. I could feel his cock head scraping along and sliding over my g-spot every time I raised up, and every now and then Daddy would give a little grunt and I’d feel his cock sort of shake and quiver in me.
Up, down, up, down, over and over, I slid my wet and slurpy teenage pussy back and forth on Daddy’s cock. It was so good. My first orgasm since Daddy was eating my pussy came over me and I shook with the pleasure it brought me, grunting and moaning myself.
“Oh fuck oh fuck, Daddeeeeeeeee, I’m cumming!” I groaned, as if he didn’t know that himself. He reached up and palmed my boobs, and that felt just too marvelous for words. I leaned down further and locked my lips on his, and our tongues dueled for long moments as we swapped spit and kissed each other. My eyes were closed but I could still see how much he loved me and I loved him. My hips continued to pound up and down on him, the squelchy sound was echoing in the bedroom. I was sure we’d have to change the sheets by the time we were done, there was gonna be a wet spot the size of Montana…
Suddenly Daddy sort of growled and he wrestled around, flipping me on to my back again, and his knees dug into the mattress and he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs far apart, giving him unrestricted access to my pussy, which he really started to attack. I came again, and then about thirty seconds later, I had a monstrous orgasm which made me quiver all over. Then Daddy really got serious about fucking my brains out.
“Grab your ankles!” he roughly grunted out and as I did, he put his hands under my hips and rolled me up until I was bent nearly double, my hands holding my ankles out and my legs in a split. Daddy reached down and I felt him aim his wet and slippery cock at my butt.
“Oh- . . . oh, Daddy. . .please. . . just- . . .” and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his cock pop through my little starfish and bust up into my guts. The flash of pain was soon replaced by the welcoming bolts of pleasure that radiated up out of my behind, circled around my clitty and then rattled up my backbone to shoot out of my nipples. Daddy shoved about half of himself into me and then stopped to let me adjust.
“ohgodohgodohgodohgod. . .” I babbled as I felt his heat inside of me. I tried to will my ass to accept him, and then pushed my hips up to encourage him to explore a little further up inside of me with his ExplorerCock. He sank down another couple of inches, and I think he may have straightened out the last eight or ten inches of my colon when he did. He paused again, bending down to capture my lips with his face again, and we slobbered over each other as he slowly, and then picking up speed, started fucking my ass off.
That’s the only way to describe it now, looking back. He was almost savage, plunging all the way into me and then pulling back until just the head was captured just inside my butthole, and then shoving right back in all the way, stirring my guts into a froth. Meanwhile, I sucked strongly on his tongue, almost wishing it was another cock instead. Golly, I thought, if my daddy had two cocks, I’m might never leave the house again!
On and on he went, relentlessly pounding into me, his pelvis rocking into my smaller front, mashing against my clitty each time, sending marvelous waves of pleasure through my core. He started thumbing my clit and that sent me into overdrive, and I started cumming and screaming out cuss words, which I know Daddy doesn’t like me to cuss . . . but I couldn’t help it!
“Oh fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit I’m cummmming! I’m cumming Daddeeeeeee I’m cummmmmmming!” and stuff like that, I just babbled on like a nincompoop! I was cussing and sweating and Daddy was grunting and sweating and dripping on me and kissing me and I was bumping my hips up to meet his, and his gorgeous cock was just totally destroying my ass! We could hear me squelching and schlucking and making all those obscene noises that a little teenage asshole makes when a big grown up adult cock is pounding it into mush!
Daddy grunted then, really loud.
“Fuckin’ bitch I’m gonna cum right up your ass!” he grunted, knowing that sometimes it’s exciting to hear him cuss at me like that, I know he doesn’t really think I’m a b**** but it’s fun to play at it!
“Yes! Yes! Daddy cum in me!” I screamed out, “CUM IN MY ASSS!!!!!!”
He pushed into me so far I thought it would come out my ears, and he snapped his hips once, then twice, and I swear I felt a hot wetness fire right into my little soul as his magnificent cock spewed out a huge ball-load of DaddyCum right into my butt! I quivered and shook with barely contained excitement as I felt my insides get sprayed, and then Daddy surprised me!
He pulled his wonderful penis out of my ass and crawled up my body a little bit, and then I watched with supreme glee as his pee-hole split open and a huge white missile of DaddyLove spewed out and rocketed right onto my astonished face! I squealed with joy and Daddy moved a little closer and another huge bolt flew out and hit my cheek and squirted up into my eyeball and I had to blink real fast, and then before I even knew what was happening, almost, I felt Daddy’s cockhead bully into my mouth and the kinda funky taste hit me but I was so overwhelmed with sexual pleasure and love that I couldn’t even think about it, and then I was sucking, hard, drawing the sperm up from Daddy’s balls in three or four good blasts that pasted over my tongue and coated my throat with his salty goodness.
He was groaning and sweating above me, my little body overwhelmed with his size and strength. His arms framed my head as he held onto the headboard and kept snapping his hips forward, driving his cock in and out of my mouth as I sucked and swallowed and gurgled on his Daddycock. I put my hands on his butt cheeks and pulled him into me as he slowly softened and I sucked the last little bits of his cum out and swallowed them gratefully, lovingly, so happy for his pleasure and so thankful that he wanted to cum in my mouth AND my ass! I was a lucky little girl!
Finally he collapsed next to me with a ‘whooosh’ and a horrible sounding grunt, and I snuggled up next to him under his arm and felt so warm and loved and protected. I looked up at him with my eyes almost teary and my lips dripping with his semen.
“Daddy, don’t you dare fuck Betsy that good or I’ll never get you back!” I giggled at him.
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Two days later, the arrangements were all made. Betsy was gonna tell her mom and dad that she was sleeping over at my house, and I was gonna go over to Spencer’s for the night, and then come back first thing the next morning, after she and Daddy had their “romantic evening” together. Daddy called out for a nice dinner to be delivered, and I helped him set the table with nice stuff and candles and all that sort of thing, and he even lit a fire in the fireplace even though it was like, June!
I talked to Bets and made sure she had been taking her BC pills faithfully, and she reassured me that she had, every day, just like Dr Jackson had ordered, and that her period had just ended like two days ago (just when Daddy was fucking me! LOL) and I told her to make sure she was all clean and bathed and should shave her pussy really smooth ‘cause Daddy loved nice smooth pussies, and that she should expect him to be a really good lover ‘cause he was.
She was so excited about this, her eyes were lit up and she could hardly contain herself, I thought she’d wet her panties.
“Oh Jules, do you think he’ll like me? Will I do good? What should I do? Should I suck on his cock for him? Does he like that? Will he want to suck on my boobies too?” and like that and I just told her to relax, that Daddy will know what to do and that he’d never do any thing she didn’t WANT to do.
“Oh but I’ll do whatever he wants me to! I’ll suck him and swallow his cum and let him fuck me in the butt and whatever he wants Jules, you know that!” she excitedly responded. “But I really want him to cum in my pussy too, that’s what makes me a woman, right?”
I just nodded. “Right, Bets. Cum in a pussy. You’ll be a REAL woman then!”, smiling, and we both broke up laughing.
So the fateful night came, Daddy drove me over to Betsy’s house so we could pick her up and make it look legit, and then he took me to Spencer’s and dropped me off and he and Bets drove off, after I give her a big hug and a kiss, Spence and I had a great time, went out to dinner, we went to the movies to see one of the new Avenger movies, it was pretty cool, and then we went back to his place and we fucked in the living room and in the bathroom and in the bedroom and I think maybe even in the kitchen, cause when I woke up next morning there was a spatula in bed with us and there was a wooden spoon in my cooch!
We had some breakfast, and then he drove me home. Boy, even I was excited, I couldn’t wait to hear what Bets had to say, I hoped she’d had a good time, I figured she did, but you never know. I opened the front door and the place was pretty quiet, but then I heard it. Yep. Bedsprings, upstairs. The rhythmic ‘squeak-squeak-squeak’ that means someone’s getting fucked.
I snuck upstairs as quietly as I could and walked down the hallway to Daddy’s bedroom door. It was open a couple of inches, but not all the way. As I got closer of course I could hear them. I recognized Daddy’s sounds, the little grunts and groans he makes when he’s fucking, and then I heard Betsy’s little high-pitched squeals. It sounded like that every time Daddy bottomed out in her pussy, she let out a little squeak.
“Oh – Oh! Oh! EEEEP! Oh – Oh! Oh! EEEEP! Oh – Oh! Oh! EEEEP!”
I peeked in. Daddy was on top of her, her legs were spread wide and her feet were on his calves. I watched his butt rise and fall powerfully, his hips plowing her furrow pretty good. She had both her hands on her tits, squeezing them roughly and pulling at her nipples. Daddy’s back looked like she’d scratched him with her fingernails at one point.
They were going at it pretty good! I watched, fascinated, and yeah, a little bit jealous. I mean, my pussy was still kinda raw from the attention that dear Spencer gave it last night and this morning, but still, there was something about watching my Daddy fuck a little girl who wasn’t ME that sorta made me a little sad or something. I must be a real fuckmonster, here I was watching my Daddy fuck one of my best friends, with MY OWN boyfriend’s sperm still leaking down the inside of my thigh, and I was jealous of her!
I watched for another few minutes and then I was going to leave and go downstairs and just kinda wait for them and make like I didn’t see anything, when I heard Betsy cry out.
“Ooh god! Oh GOD! Oh god, cum in me, cum in me please, I need your cum in me pleassssseeeeeee!” and she was grunting and moaning and groaning and going on, and Daddy was wheezing and grunting and then he pushed all the way into her and I looked on as I saw his butt clench at least a half dozen times as he pulsed and shot his wonderful Daddycum up into the almost-virginal-but-now-a-full-fledged-woman pussy of Betsy.
He collapsed on her and kissed her forehead and they murmured something to each other but I couldn’t hear it so I turned around and tiptoed back downstairs and flopped on the sofa and made like I just came in. About five minutes later Daddy padded downstairs in his robe and I almost had to giggle – he almost never wears a robe in the house when it’s just him and me, he usually just throws on a pair of sexy boxers or just stays naked like me. He saw me in the living room.
“Hey punkin, didn’t hear you come in! Is everything OK, did you have a good time with Spence?” he asked as he opened the fridge door and took out some OJ and two glasses.
“Yeah, we had a great time, we went to see a movie and then back to his place. He just dropped me off a minute ago” I sorta lied. I didn’t want to tell him I had been watching him fuck Betsy, for some reason. “Where’s Bets? Is she ok?”
“You’re darn straight I’m OK!” I heard her say from the bottom of the steps, with a laugh. “Your father is the greatest!” she giggled, as she walked over to the sofa and sat down next to me. She had on a short blue satin babydoll robe and some feathery slippers, and she had that ‘just fucked’ look, all kinda red in the face and flushed and sweaty. Daddy brought over two glasses of OJ and then excused himself, I guess he knew we wanted to ‘girl talk’ and he was in the way. I leaned over to kiss him and he whispered, “She’s fine, I think we had a good time” and I squeezed his arm in thanks.
We both watched as he walked off to his den with a hunk of toast and an apple. His butt looked good, I’ll have to admit! When he was gone, I turned to Bets, grabbing both of her hands.
“Well?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh my god Jules it was . . . well, fantastic! Oh my god, I don’t know where to start, it was soooooo great, I mean, your dad is just the nicest man, he’s so kind and smart and sexy and he was really really cool about everything, he didn’t treat me like some little girl or anything, he made me feel so grown up and mature and everything, and oh my god did we ever fuck once we got started, it was like amazing, I kept on cumming every time and your Daddy’s cum is like, well, really salty and kinda odd but also kinda good, and I swallowed it two times and he came inside of me like, I think, twice, and once he even came on my face and it was sooooo cool and I felt just like one of those porn stars you know that get cum on their faces all the time and it did get in my eye once and kinda stung but it was ok I rubbed it out and your Daddy is such a good kisser, not that I have much experience but he was really really sexy and nice and-“
She finally had to stop and take a breath. I giggled at her.
“Jeeeze, Bets, take a breath!” I looked at her. One eye was red, and I could see little sticky clumps of cum in her hair, and her breath kinda smelled a little funky like old cum, and of course now she was leaking cum out of her pussy too. It looked a little bit raw and red, and there were little tiny red marks on the insides of her thighs, where it looked like maybe Daddy had grabbed her a little too hard or something.
“Ok, start from the beginning, ok? I wanna hear it all!” I said excitedly, brushing a small tendril of her hair away from her face. I noticed some dried cum stains there too, now that I looked more closely.
“Oh god it was so fantastic! Lemme see, well, after we dropped you off at Sidney’s-“
“Spencer’s” I corrected.
“Yeah, Spencer, well anyway, after we dropped you off, your dad drove us back here, we stopped to get some take out Chinese ‘coz he asked me what I liked, and then we came back here. He started a fire and we ate sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace over there, it was so romantic and all, he was being really nice. He asked me how I was doing at school and all, and did I have any favorite classes and stuff, you know, just kinda small talk stuff. After we finished dinner, I said I wanted to change into something more comfortable, you know, I brought a little bag with me, so I went over to the bathroom in your hall, and I put on my sexy stuff.”
“What’d you bring to wear?”
“Well, I had a garter belt an’ stockings, of course, and a pair of black stilettos like you told me to buy, and a bra with just like, half-way cups, so the whole tops of my titties were out there, you know. I was gonna wear panties but then I got really brave and all, you know, and just left ‘em home. It took me about ten minutes to get the darn stockings on, I kept fumbling around with the hooks and stuff you know how fumble-fingered I can get sometimes, but I finally got them all on and straight, and I checked myself out in the mirror and oh god Jules, I have to say, I looked pretty sexy! I took some selfies with my phone just so’s I’d have ‘em for later, you know, and I was gonna text you one but then didn’t wanna do that just in case your phone gets, like, you know, lost or something.”
“Breathe, Bets, breathe!” I laughed again as she was all red in the face.
“Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. . .” she giggled, fanning herself with one hand in front of her face.
“Whew…ok, anyway, I got all gussied up like a slut, and when I came out, your dad had taken off his shirt and tie, and he had lit some candles and all, and moved the furniture out of the way, and there was just that big fluffy rug, you know. He whistled at me when he saw me, and I blushed, and he said I looked really fantastic, and that made me feel good, so I got a little more relaxed. I twirled around and kinda did poses and stuff, you know, so he could get the full effect. The longer I did, the more he was telling me how good I looked, how sexy and grown up and all, and I felt better and better. I started to realize that it’s nice to feel beautiful and sexy and there’s nothing wrong with looking good, especially when another person says so, right?”
I nodded and took another hit from my OJ.
“I was a little embarrassed about him seeing my pussy naked and all, but he didn’t say anything specific or anything. I asked him how my legs looked in the stockings and he said they were just fantastic and all and that’s good ‘cause I think I have fat thighs. I bent over and let my boobs almost fall out, you know, and then I put my hands on them and said, “Do you like my boobs?” and he said, ‘oh yeah’ and I smiled, and then he came up close to me and hugged me and then he leaned down and kissed me and oh Jules, it was sooooo sexy, he went across my lips with his tongue and I just about melted and then he put his tongue in my mouth a little bit and we just kissed and kissed and kissed for about a minute until I just couldn’t hold my breath any more, and I realized that I was getting all wet down there, you know?
“I wanted to try something, so I sank down on my knees and I looked up at your daddy and I said, real shy like, “Can I see your dick?” and he smiled and nodded, so I reached up and pulled his zipper down real slow like and then I put my hand in and oh gosh Jules I don’t know how guys ever get their dicks out, it was all bunched up and I couldn’t figure out how to get into the little slot where his boxers were and it took a minute and I started to feel really stupid like, but then OH MY GOSH I felt his dick and it was warm and getting really hard! So I pulled it out, it took a while but I finally got it out and just looked right at it. You know I never ever even saw a real dick until just last month when we- . . .”
“Yeah” I answered.
“So anyway, there I was, kneeling in front of your dad, holding his dick in one hand, and I had my other hand on my boob and I squeezed my nipple without even thinking about it, and my titties felt like they were on fire or something, you know? I started moving my hand back and forth on your Daddy’s dick, like you showed me, and he went ‘ummmmmmmmm’ and that made me feel good, and then a little tiny drop of clear stuff came out of the end of his dick, and I know what that is, so I reached up and bent his dick down and I licked the little drop of stuff off and oh god Jules I almost came right there, just from doing that!”
Bets grinned at me in a conspiratorial sort of way. It seemed she was turning into a little cock whore just like me!
“So anyway, I did that for a couple of minutes, but then your dad reached down and pulled me up to my feet and kissed me again, and then he lay me down on the rug there and oh gosh Jules, he just kissed and nibbled all the way down my body from my neck to my knees! He was just sending goosebumps up and down my spine it was crazy super! He licked my ear and then nibbled on my neck and down my arm a little bit, and then he went over and started kissing and sucking my boobies and my nipples and that felt SOOOO good! Gosh, I don’t know how I survived that! Then he just started nibbling down my ribs and all, and kissed my hips and went a little bit down my leg and then the back of my knees and oh my god Jules that kinda made me vibrate all over too! What is it about my knees? I just closed my eyes and hummmmm’ed the whole time, and then I started rubbing my boobs ‘cause it just felt soooo good, you know? And I had my eyes closed, so I didn’t notice but then your dad moved my legs and I didn’t feel anything for a minute and then oh my gosh Jules, he did it! He DID IT! He put his mouth on my kitty down there and I felt his tongue go across and up and down and every which way and OH MY GOSH it felt so good!”
I grinned and nodded.
“Jules I almost peed myself it felt so good! I cried a little bit I think, but I couldn’t tell and I don’t remember too much because all I felt was his lips and tongue and teeth a little nibbling on my clitty and you know how good THAT feels, and I pinched my nips and I had a huge org! I mean it started in my kitty but then it seemed to vibrate out my whole body and my fingers tingled and my nipples were really really hard and I pinched them again and oh my god Jules I came right in your dad’s face, I mean I shook and quivered and I was prob’ly making all sorts of gross noises and it felt so good!
“Anyways your dad made me cum two more times, I think and then he stopped and crawled up to lay over top of me and he bent down and kissed me and his face was all wet I was so embarrassed but he didn’t seem to mind and he kissed me some more and then he whispered in my ear!”
Betsy was just about vibrating off the sofa there next to me she was so keyed up and excited. I felt good inside for her, she deserved to feel good about things, sex and stuff.
“You know what he said?”
I shook my head. “Nope. What?”
“He said, ‘Betsy, sweetie, we’re gonna make love now, but later on, I might just have to fuck you!’ and oh my gosh Jules that made me all wet and gooey inside and I just sorta lay there, and he put his arms down around my legs behind my knees and lifted up, and then I felt his thing, you know, his dick, right at my kitty and I didn’t know what to do and then all of a sudden, he slid in and oh my god it feels so goooooooood to have a penis inside of you, right? And he started slowly pushing it in and out and my butt came off the floor and I wanted him deeper and after a while he was moving in and out all the way and oh my gosh Jules it’s so amazing feeling that- . . . that ‘thing’ moving in and out of you, it was fantastic and I just hugged him and wrapped myself around him and he moved in and out and I had a huge cum and I started crying for real it felt so good and he was kissing my neck and my ear and I was shaking so hard and it seemed like it only took a coupla seconds but it must have been longer ‘cause I had another cum that I felt all the way to my toes, and then he pushed in and groaned really loud and he said ‘oh sweetie I’m cumming in you!’ and that made me cum again and I felt it, I did, I really did, I swear I felt it inside of me, it was all really wet and hot and mushy and oh my god-. . .”
Betsy was smiling and grinning and squeezing my hands so hard they hurt and I smiled at her and we hugged real good, and I said, “I’m glad you liked it Betsy, my Daddy is the best!” She nodded.
“After he came in me, we just sorta laid there, you know, feeling all warm and nice and peaceful. But then I felt him leaking out of me, oh gosh Jules, I was so embarrassed I didn’t wanna leak your dad’s sperm all over the rug there so I quick got up and ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and it dripped out of me. I looked down and my pussy was all wet and sticky and stuff but it didn’t hurt, not at all, not like- . . . before.” She got quiet as she finished, and I know she meant how it hurt when the bikers raped her. But she brightened up really quickly.
“So anyway, I washed it a little bit to clean up, and then went back and your dad and I went up stairs to his bedroom, and we got in the bed and just sorta hugged for a while, and then I reached down and he was a little bit hard again, I was a little surprised I thought guys took a long time to get hard again, but I started rubbing him and he got harder, and then I ducked under the covers, and started just lightly like, sucking him, you know? And he got harder and I kept sucking him, doing as good as I could, I used my tongue and made sure I didn’t bite him or anything, and I almost choked a coupla times when I pushed down real deep, but I kept on going, and he was holding my boob and squeezing it with one hand and that felt really really good, and just sucked and sucked and sucked and then I felt him put his hand on my head, real lightly but I knew that meant he was gonna cum, and oh Jules, I so wanted him to cum in my mouth right then, I did, I wanted to make him feel so good, and he sorta grunted and I felt his dick get harder and it sorta vibrated and then he did it! He came! He spurted right in my mouth and it was hot, really hot, and salty and kinda gooey but I loved it and I swallowed it right away and he spurted again, and I swallowed it again, and then he just sorta relaxed and his whole body went almost limp, and I sucked some more and a little bit more came out but not much, and he was stroking my hair, and I felt so nice about doing that for him, and his dick got soft in my mouth and I just kept it there, you know, just lightly sucking on it, and then he shivered and said, ‘oh honey, that was really good, but I’m sensitive there’ so I let go and came back up and snuggled next to him and said, ‘Mr D that was really nice, thank you’ and he said, ‘no, thank you!’ and I smiled and he smiled and he kissed me on the nose. I think we both fell asleep for a little while too.”
By now I was done with my OJ, and starting to feel a little hungry, so we got up and went into the kitchen, and I made some toast and stuff and we put orange marmalade on it and got more OJ and sat down on the stools at the counter.
“So what else did you do?” I asked, impishly, since I wanted to hear it all.
“Well like I said, we both fell asleep for a while, and then I musta been hot or something ‘cause I woke up and I’d kicked the sheets off and I was just layin’ there with my leg over top of your dad’s legs and my hand on his chest, and he was snoring just a little bit and it was so cute and I started playin’ with his dick, you know, just sorta holding it and moving it around and all, and I guess that woke him up, because after a minute it was getting hard again, and then he looked at me and said, ‘wanna get fucked again?’ and I nodded and said ‘you bet!’ and he rolled over and got on top of me again and my legs went wide apart like I didn’t even know, and he put himself in me and started sliding in and out again, and I was so wet down there still, I was prob’ly still full of his cum from the first time, I guess, and he just fucked and fucked and fucked into me, and I was holding on to him real tight and had my head turned, and he made me cum really hard and then I almost sneezed, it felt so good, and gosh he musta fucked me for like, hours and he was grunting and making all sorts of noise and sweating a little bit and it was dripping on me. At one point he had my feet in his hands and spread my legs out all the way like I don’t know what was was pounding into me, and it kinda hurt a little bit, but not much, it was a good kind of hurt where you know that the other person is really getting into it and having fun and all, and then he said he was gonna cum again, and he was even calling me names like ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’ and ‘fucking cunt’ and it made me all hot to hear that, I don’t know why ‘cause normally he was really nice and all-”
“That’s just sex talk, Betsy. Guys do it, sometimes, it’s like they don’t know what else to say. I mean, you can’t expect some guy who’s screwin’ your snatch like a jackrabbit to be there saying, ‘Oh dear, your vagina is nice, my dear, my penis is becoming very excited, I may have to ejaculate soon!’ or something!” and we both broke up laughing and giggling and I almost snorted OJ out my nose.
“Yeah, and I said, ’fuck me, Mr D, fuck me and cum in my face!’ and oh gosh Jules I don’t know where that came from! I never even thought about it, but then he pulled out and he sorta scrambled up over my chest and he was jerking on his dick and it was pointing right at me and oh man oh man Jules, it was sorta scary, you know, and then it just happened, he grunted and said something like ‘here you go honey’ and his dick started spraying sperms all over my face! I shrieked and closed my eyes but I got a drop in one and it sorta stung but it was so fast I dind’t really care and oh gosh it made me feel so dirty and sexy and slutty to let your dad cum on my face! He sprayed it all over me and then he just collapsed next to me on the bed, and I lay there I didn’t know what to do, I mean, I didn’t want to rub it off or anything, that would be like, rude, you know, so I just laid there and I could feel it getting cool and drying a little bit and so I just let is stay there, and I had my fingers down on my kitty and I played with myself while I let the cum be on my face, and I was thinking, ‘wow, here I am laying in bed almost totally naked with a grown up man next to me and he just came all on my face and I liked it and I’m playing with my pussy!’
She was smiling and beaming at me. “Kinda cool, eh?” I grinned.
“Oh Jules it was so great. We slept all night and then your dad, he screwed me again this morning when we woke up and we were both all sweaty and grungy and full of gunk and all and my face felt all crackly with the dry cum on it but it didn’t matter, we just screwed again and he came right up in me again, and, oh, gosh it was just . . . perfect. Just perfect. I feel sooooo good, I feel like a real woman, a grown up, I mean, and I like that men find me pretty and all, and I like to feel that way, and I know that we’re not supposed to be sexing and stuff, but I really liked it and I promise promise so help me god I’ll never ever ever tell anyone about this it’ll be hard but I know your dad can get in real trouble and I’ll never ever do that to him, ok? Ok?”
I nodded. I had a feeling that Betsy understood the issues and would be mature enough and not just some ditzy little girl spouting off about this and that to everyone. We talked for a couple of minutes and cleaned up in the kitchen, and then we went upstairs and took a shower together, and I helped wash her down and shampoo her hair and make sure that she didn’t have any of Daddy’s cum on her anywhere that her mom and dad would see, and then made her brush her teeth and gargle and brush again so her breath wouldn’t smell like cum or anything, and then she got back into her jeans and tee shirt that she’d worn over here, and I took her garter belt and stockings and shoes and bra and put them in my laundry so she wouldn’t need to worry about them at her house. When we finally came back downstairs, Daddy said her father had called and would be stopping by to pick her up in a few minutes, and then Betsy went up and hugged Daddy and told him that she was very very happy and that she had a perfect evening and that she was really really glad she came over and that ‘our secret is safe with me’ and Daddy had a sorta real serious look and said he was glad she had a good time and that she was a very sexy and attractive and smart young girl, and that he hoped she understood that this was really a one time thing and she nodded and said yes, and said she was gonna jump Brian’s bones as soon as he got back from vacation and then she hugged him again and then the doorbell rang and it was her dad, of course, so we sort of straightened up and Daddy let him in and we talked a little bit and he asked if Betsy had behaved, and I nodded and Daddy said, “she was a perfect young lady.” And she got red in the face and stammered a bit but recovered, and then she kissed me real quick and sort of looked shyly at Daddy and then she was out the door, and I don’t think her father had even the smallest clue! LOL!!!
Once they were gone, I said to Daddy, “I’m so glad, it sounds like Betsy had a great evening, thank you for taking good care of her” and I hugged him real close. He said he was happy to do it, he was glad that Betsy had a good memory now to push out the bad one of before and I nodded solemnly with him and hugged him again, and then I felt really really nice towards Daddy, so I took him upstairs and made him fuck me in my butt for two hours…
