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Title:        Pussy Cat 
Author:     MeatBot
Keywords: teen, cons, intergen, incest

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A teenaged girl lives with her father, who places little or no
restrictions on her behavior.

Disclaimer : 

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of
this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This
is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity
among persons under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined
under law as "Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that
fictional characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less
than the age of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live
under a repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place
such as the USA. If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't.
If it offends you, it was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't
exist. Sue the internet instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if
you don't like crap like this. These are just words, people. Just
words. 

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of
misspelled words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. This story
is mostly made up. The site of the original Drunkfest southeast of OKC
is now a housing addition. Sad. There was a hundred fucking used
rubbers on the ground, last time I went out there. If you don't like
this shit, read something else. Don't bitch at me. You have been
warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.


                              --==+==--


I didn't start out to be a bad girl. I didn't wake up one morning, and
think, Jeez... today I'm gonna be wicked. It just kinda crept up on
me. I was pretty normal, until eighth grade or so. Then I took off.
Then things got fun. I don't mean I was bad like I did crimes and
shit, I was bad like... like I screwed around and stuff. I learned
about sex and that stuff. You get the idea.

I got my cherry popped when I was thirteen. That's about par for the
course, around here. Most of my friends had already done it, by the
time I finally did. I liked the boy that did it, that's why I let him
do it, of course. Turns out he didn't like me that much, just a time
or two was good enough for him, and then he moved on. I was just a
notch in his pistol. That kinda pissed me off a bit, but that's life,
I guess. I moved on, too.

I'm a little over fifteen now. I've probably fucked six or seven
different guys. I even fucked a guy named Elvis once. I get to tell
everybody that, hey, I fucked Elvis. My friends know who I mean. It's
good for a laugh.

My boyfriend now is named Alvin Hyde. He goes to school with me, which
is convenient. He usually spends Friday and Saturday night with me,
which is also convenient. I live with my dad, and, although I don't
think he'd really mind, we kinda hide what we're doing. He crawls in
my window after I go to bed, and sneaks out the next morning. I'm sure
my dad knows something's going on, I mean, shit, I go to bed so early
on those nights, but he don't say anything. I think he cares about me,
but he's decided to let me live my own life. He got me on the pill two
years ago, just in case, he said, so we don't have to worry about that
shit.

Alvin is nice to me, way nicer than any of the other boyfriends I've
had. We're pretty close, but he don't smother me or anything. We're
almost like friends, friends with privileges or whatever, other that
boyfriend and girlfriend. I actually don't think he'd mind me fucking
around that much, as long as he still got some. I kinda feel that way
about him. We're too young to be totally stuck on one person, I think.

My dad. There's a character. He's not bad, for an old fart. Like I
said, he pretty much lets me live my own life. I came to live with him
when I was eleven or so, when my Mom died. That's probably the best
thing that ever happened to me, my Mom was a total loser, a druggie.
The less said about her the better. My dad has a good job, at least,
and we always seem to have enough money, unlike it was when I lived
with my mom. 

My dad is a small guy, well, probably average is the word for him.
He's thin and wiry, and in good shape, for an old guy. He's strong,
and he works out in the garage religiously. I'm proud of him, in a
weird way. He's barely in his forties, and he even looks younger than
that. I used to pretend he was my boyfriend when we went out, and shit
like that.

I know my dad likes me, probably more than he should. It's obvious the
way he watches me sometimes. Because of that, I'm mean, at times, and
I lay around in my undies, or even topless. I feel like he deserves
it. If he likes looking at me, let him look. I like showing off
anyway. 

My dad has a part-time girlfriend named Wanda, and I've even seen them
fucking before. One night a few months ago I woke up for some reason,
and decided to go to the kitchen for a snack. When I got out in the
hall I could hear them, and there was no mistakin' what was goin' on.
I went back to his door, which was mostly open, and peeked in. She was
up on the bed on her hands and knees, and he was behind her, pounding
away on her ass. They weren't butt-fuckin', I don't think, just
pussy-fuckin'. She was really humping forwards and backwards, smacking
into him hard. Her tits were hangin' down, and looked pretty funny the
way they were swinging. I just stared, kinda laughing, amused. He
finally noticed me, and I gotta give him credit, he didn't break
stride or nothin'. I just waved and watched another few seconds, and
went to the kitchen. I was naked, I always sleep naked, and I hope it
kinda turned him on a little, to see me naked while he was fuckin' his
girlfriend. I thought later I shoulda let him see me play with my
pussy a little bit. Maybe that's mean, I dunno. Like I said, I like
turnin' him on. I asked him the next day if he'd had a good time, and
he just laughed and shook his head and looked a little embarrassed. He
looked like he'd been having a good time.

Anyway, that's my life, other than what I've mentioned there's school,
which is okay, it's bearable, at least. I got a good friend, Carla,
she keeps things interesting. She's always coming up with some crazy
idea or something. She's a good friend. There's nothin' I don't tell
her.


                              --==+==--


There's not a lot to do around here, way out in the suburbs. One thing
the kids like to do, on Friday and sometimes Saturday nights, is go to
the Drunkfest. It's way out on highway 162, out in unincorporated
territory. There ain't hardly ever any cops or hypos out that way. The
Drunkfest is on some oil land, where there's some tanks and pumps and
shit, but we leave that stuff alone, so they won't get inclined to run
us off.

The guys always bring the beer, what of them that can get it. We just
sit around on the hoods of cars and drink and act goofy and shit. Some
cowboys have rigged up and bronc made of a barrel between some trees,
and somebody's always getting their ass thrown in the dirt on that
thing.

That's where it all started, at the Drunkfest. Where it really started
with me and Carla, at least. Which led to other things, as I'll tell
ya. It was maybe an hour before sundown, and the party was already
goin' pretty good. The boys had collected a lot of beer, that night.
We were a few hundred feet off the highway or so, protected by the
treeline. You had to know we were there, to find us.

A few of the boys were fall-down drunk by now, and they gravitated to
the bronc. Us girls went over there to watch the show, and it was
funnier than shit. One of the guys finally fell off, face first into
the dirt, and broke his nose, and that kinda cooled them off a little.
Carla yelled something and drained her beer, and climbed on the bronc.
The guys on the ropes went easy on her, and she rode it for a while,
pretending she was really riding hard. Everybody laughed at her, and
while I was talking to Alvin I heard some guy say, "Holy shit!" and I
looked over at her. She'd pulled her t-shirt and her bra off, and was
riding topless, the bitch. I started laughing at her, and all the guys
were just totally in love with her. I looked at Alvin, shaking my
head. Show 'em a nice pair of tits, I thought, and suddenly you're the
most popular girl in town. Alvin nodded his head towards the bronc,
and I knew what he meant. That I should get on it too. Shit, I
thought. Am I brave enough? Hell yeah.

I stripped my t-shirt off while I was walking towards it, and dropped
my bra in the dirt. My tits felt great being freed up from that goddam
bra, it had been choking the life out of me. It felt hot and sexy to
be topless in front of twenty other people, most of them guys. I knew
that almost every eye was on me. The guys on the ropes stopped the
bronc, and I climbed up behind Carla. I put my arms around her waist,
and they started gently rocking the bronc again. It got faster and
faster, though, and finally my tits were really flopping around. I
couldn't stop laughing, and Carla was laughing like crazy too. I could
see some of the other girls looking kinda jealous at us, but fuck
them. They could strip, too, if they wanted.

At some point I looked over behind the crowd, and there was a guy and
a gal in the grass, just fucking away at it. I pointed it out to
Carla, and she got the giggles. Before long two other couples were
going at it too. The Drunkfest had turned into a fuckfest. Crazy.

I almost fell off, and I grabbed Carla hard. I felt her tits on the
top of my hands, and, on impulse, I grabbed her by the tits. She just
giggled, and I squeezed and rubbed and molested the shit outta her
tits. They felt good in my hands, the only tits I ever squeezed before
were my own. It felt good to put my hands on somebody else's. She had
huge fat nipples, and I pinched them, and she giggled helplessly some
more.

I could tell some of the guys were really gettin' off watchin' us, and
I said, "turn around," and when she turned her neck around I plastered
my lips on hers. We kissed and kissed, and it was sexier than shit. It
felt good to kiss a girl, she tasted sweet, a little beery, but sweet.
She kissed good. I'm sure I did, too.

They finally stopped the bronc, and we crawled off. Alvin whispered in
my ear how hot it was, and I believed him. I'm sure it was. I started
to put my shirt back on, but Carla still had hers off, and I saw that
two other girls had taken theirs off, too. Shit. Join the party, I
thought.

Alvin put his arms around me, and we kissed. I gotta admit, Carla was
a better kisser than he was, but he was a guy. Girls are just better
kissers, I think. We kissed for a while, and then I could feel his
hands on my tits.

"Catherine," he whispered. He always called me Catherine. Everybody
else called me Cat, but he called me Catherine. "What, darling," I
said.

"Catherine, let's find a spot and fuck. You wanna?" he said, and I
nodded, after thinking about it a few seconds. It seemed kinda sexy to
me to fuck out here in the open, when people could see us if they
looked. If they weren't fucking themselves. I looked around, and did a
double take. A gal was taking one guy from behind, while she sucked
another one off. So I guess it didn't matter if there was more guys
than gals, if we were gonna do it that way.

Alvin's best friend, Terry, was there, sittin' on the hood of his car,
watching the madness. I knew he didn't have a girlfriend, he was kind
of a hard luck case, he was really too nice and most girls didn't care
for him. I liked him and felt sorry for him.

"Alvin," I said. I thought I knew Alvin well enough to ask him this,
and I didn't think he'd freak. I knew him and Terry were pretty goddam
close. "Alvin," I said, "invite Terry to... uhm... join us. If you
want."

Alvin actually looked surprised, and then kind of shrugged. He went
over to Terry and they talked a moment. I felt all sexy, just standing
there topless. Terry was too polite to just stare at me, but I could
see his eyes flick across me, away, and then back. I knew he was
gettin' an eyeful.

We went about twenty or thirty feet out from the crowd, out into the
grass. I got down on my knees, like a dog, and the two guys just kinda
stood there like they didn't know what to do. I impatiently motioned
for Terry to get behind me, and Alvin in front. Alvin dropped his
pants, and pulled his cock out of his underwear. I felt Terry
tentatively touch me on my ass, and I knew this was going to work out
just fine.

I had already sucked Alvin into my mouth and was sucking hard on him
when I finally felt Terry position his cock in the middle of my cunt.
He slowly pushed in, and it felt fine. I was wetter than shit. I
hadn't seen his cock yet, but it felt nice and fat. Alvin didn't have
a bad cock either, it was no giant, but it was formed well, and maybe
a wee tiny bit over average. Of course, I have no idea what average
is. But I imagine it's a bit over.

Terry felt good inside me. His hands were on my ass, and he stroked
his cock in and out of me in nice long strokes. I idly wondered if he
was a virgin still, if I was takin' Terry's cherry. I'll ask Alvin
later, I thought. He seemed a bit experienced, though, and after he
got going he started fingering my asshole, which I wouldn't expect a
first-timer to do. It felt good. I'm weird, I love my asshole to be
played with. 

The only thing that made me sad is I didn't figure there was gonna be
much oral, out in public like this. Dunno why, I guess because I
hadn't seen any guy eating a chick out so far. Just chicks sucking and
fucking guys. Well, whatever. Alvin could make up for that tonight,
when we got in my bed. He once told me he'd eaten a peach for four
hours, and I believed him. He was good.

Anyway, they fucked me for the longest. I found out later Alvin had
told Terry not to cum inside me, to wait until he had his turn fucking
me and I sucked Terry. Okay, I'm weird like that, too, I love to eat
cum. I guess I'm just a typical girl.

Finally they switched places, dunno why it seemed like a good time,
but I guess it did. Terry's cock felt nice in my mouth, I almost think
he was a bit larger than Alvin, even. He pounded me pretty hard from
the front, and Alvin pounded me from the back. Every now and then they
got synchronized, and almost pancaked me good. It was fun. I looked
around, and I think that everybody was fucking, by now. Even the drunk
guys were gettin' it on. Almost every one of the girls had a guy at
each end. 

I swear to god this shit went on for a solid hour. Finally, here and
there, I heard chicks cumming, and I guess it was time to wind it up.
Alvin said something to Terry, and they changed spots again, I guess
so Terry could cum inside me. Alvin came pretty quick, and filled my
mouth up, like he usually did. He could squirt out a goddam mouthful.
I was a little curious if Terry was gonna cum in my mouth, but I felt
him burying his hands in my ass, and heard a groan from him, and I
knew that he'd came in my cunt. It felt good, anyway. I'd already cum
a few times, and I held myself up with one hand and frigged my clit
like crazy, until I had a nice long cum. Terry's dick finally dropped
out of my cunt, and Alvin withdrew his now-soft cock from my mouth. I
just flopped down in the grass, heedless of chiggers and shit, and
laid there, exhausted.

Alvin found my shirt, and brought it to me. The party was winding up.
Terry surprised me by hugging me, and telling me thanks. It was sweet.
We finally drove off in Alvin's car. Some of the girls kinda seemed
embarrassed now that it was over, and that amused me somewhat. Not
Carla, nothing embarrassed that bitch. And, truth be known, it hadn't
bothered me much, either. It had turned me on more than it had
embarrassed me. 

We cruised for a while, and finally went to my house. My dad's truck
was gone, so Alvin could come in the front door. We went to my room
and locked the door, and didn't come out until morning. After a few
hours he fucked me good again, but not before he ate my pussy out for
a solid hour or two. He made me feel real good, like he could.

"Alvin," I said, as we played poker, naked. "Was Terry a virgin? Did I
pop his cherry?"

"Naw..." he said, throwing down some cards. "He fucked Barbara Maddox
a few times. Until she got pregnant by... that guy..."

Oh, that was an interesting story. She'd got pregnant by some guy
doing contract work at the school. He'd paid out the wazoo when the
kid was born, and shit. Complicated. I dunno what happened to her, she
don't go to school anymore, here, at least.

"Alvin..." I said.

"Whut," he said.

"Did that turn you on tonight, fucking me in front of people? Fucking
you and your best friend?"

He didn't have to think for long.

"Hell yeah," he said. I figured it had. "It was intense. You were
sexier than shit. I was proud of you."

That made me laugh. Of course he was proud of me. Other than maybe
Carla, I was the foxiest sexiest chick there. I wondered who Carla had
fucked, or been fucked by. I needed to call that girl.

"It was kinda sexy gettin' fucked by two people," I said. I paused for
a while to let that soak in. "If you ever wanna do that again, I'm
game for it."

"Yeah," he said, looking up at me. "Yeah, we'll do it again. I know
Terry'll go for it. He loves the shit outa you."

"Heh." I laughed a little. Of course he did. "Does he really?" I knew
it already, but I wanted to hear him say it.

"Hell, yeah..." he said, "you're all he talks about sometimes. He
tells me I'm the luckiest fucker in the world and shit. He loves you,
yeah. Bad."

I felt bad for Terry... I wished there was more of me to go around. I
liked the kid, I did. I decided for sure we'd do something special for
him, every now and then.

"Alvin..." I said. "I got to see my dad fucking his girlfriend the
other night. He was pounding the shit out of her."

He laughed at that, and looked faintly scandalized. I laughed at him.

"You wanna hear something weirder?" I said, wanting to shock him.

"Whut..." he said.

"I was naked. I stood in his doorway and waved at him, and he winked
at me, and just kept fucking away." He hadn't winked, but I figured it
made a good story better. Alvin did look scandalized, then.

"Man..." he said, shaking his head. "You are one crazy..." he stopped,
and I figured he'd been about to say "bitch" but chickened out.

"Yeah," I said, "I'm a crazy bitch." We both laughed.

Later that night, he ate my pussy again. Maybe it was morning then,
dunno. He ate me good, and I came like crazy. Damn, he was good.


                              --==+==--


After Alvin left the next morning I called Carla, and woke her up. She
didn't even know the name of one of the guys that had fucked her,
which amused us both. The other guy was Tony Benton. I knew she liked
Tony, that wasn't the first time for them.

"You were sexier than shit," I told her. "You fuckin' turned me on,
big time..."

"Yeah..." she said. "I been thinkin' about that. I been wonderin',
Cat..."

"Yeah?" I said.

"You think..." she seemed kinda shy or coy or something, way unlike
her usual self. "You think maybe... we could get together sometime?
Uhm... play around a little? You interested?"

Once again, I didn't have to think for long. That sounded sexier than
hell to me. She was sweet, sweet and sexy. I thought I'd feel like a
guy, getting to fuck around with a sexy, foxy girl. I wanted to kiss
her again. And... I wanted to taste her. Bad.

"Hell yeah," I said. "I surprised we haven't... done shit like that
yet. Why'd we take so long?"

"I dunno..." she said. "It's like... I just thought of it or
somethin'. When you were kissin' me, that's all I was thinkin' of."

"You free tonight?" I asked.

"Hell yeah. Where you wanna do it?"

"I don't care."

"Cat. Just come over this afternoon. We'll lay around and watch TV.
Then tonight... we'll fuck."

"Okay. That sounds good. I'll see you then." I hung up, bemused. This
was like I was fixing to have sex again, all over again. I was almost
apprehensive. I hoped I could live up to her expectations, whatever
they might be. I had pretty high expectations, myself. I knew it was
gonna be sexier than shit.


                              --==+==--


It was. We couldn't even wait until the sun went down. We were in the
living room, watching the bigscreen with her little brother, when we
started kissing. We finally made so much noise that her brother looked
over at us, and his eyes just bugged out. She was in my lap, facing
me, and we were kissing like crazy, and my hands were on her ass,
squeezing. She had an ass that was out of this world, I'd always
admired her ass. And now, getting to play with it... I was fucking
turned on past all reason.

"Carla... what are you doing?" Ralphie, her brother, said.

"Ralphie... MYOB..." said Carla, and he just laughed. I don't figure
he was old enough to even shoot off yet, but he seemed to enjoy
watching us. Finally Carla had enough, and crawled off me, and
motioned me to her bedroom. He seemed disappointed that the show was
over. It was barely seven o'clock. Fuck, Cops was on TV, it was so
early.

We got in her room, and she locked the door. We were safe, until
tomorrow morning, she even had her own bathroom, like I did.

We laid down on the bed, and resumed kissing. We kissed for hours,
groaning and growling in each other's mouths. It was sexy beyond
belief. I was so wet it showed through my jeans, even. I was fucking
in love with the girl, way more than I thought would happen. I finally
yanked her t-shirt over her head, and pulled her bra off. Her nipples
were so sexy, and I fastened my mouth around one of them. Shit, that
felt good in my mouth, I almost came, it was so sexy. At some point I
stripped, and she pulled her jeans down. We were naked at last.

When she bent her face to my cunt, I did cum, a little bit. It just
blew me away how much it turned me on. I could feel her hot breath on
my pussy, and her tongue licking my clit. I had a massive orgasm, then
a few minutes later another one. She spread my legs wider, and licked
my asshole, and I squirmed like a worm on a hotplate. I loved that
shit. Alvin liked licking my asshole, but for some reason, this was
way more incredible, maybe just because it was a girl, I dunno. It
just turned me on immensely. 

Finally it was her turn. I crawled down her body, and, without
hesitation, smashed my face into her cunt. I fastened onto her fat
little clit, and licked like my life depended on it. I could tell when
she came, she curled her legs around my head, and squeezed me until my
brain almost popped out. I have no idea how many times the two of us
came that night, but it was a high number. She came when I was licking
her asshole, even. Her asshole was incredible, by the way, it just
blew my mind when I tasted it, sweaty and gamey and slightly poopy,
but it was sexier than shit. It was sexy shit, over the top. I just
loved the shit out of her asshole.

We rested a while, and then attacked each other again. The sexiest
thing I remember about that evening was just sitting on the side of
the bed, her in my lap facing me, as we kissed. We kissed more than we
did anything that night. It was so goddam sexy.

"Carla..." I whispered, my lips touching her ear. I knew my hot breath
was entering her ear canal, and I knew it was sexy.

"What, darling..." she murmured.

"Why is this so intense?" I asked. "Just because it's our first time?
Because we're both girls? Do you wonder why?"

"Hell yeah," she said. "I dunno. Prolly a little of each. It is sexy,
I'll give you that... I've never done anything this sexy in all my
life."

"I love you, darling..." I whispered to her, kissing her ear.

"I love you..." she murmured back, and I heard the tears in her voice.


                              --==+==--


Carla took me home the next day. We just sat in my driveway for a
while, and talked. We decided to not really change anything, we
weren't gonna walk away from our boyfriends and become a couple or
anything, but we were definitely gonna fuck around every chance we
got, from now on. We were gonna make chances to fuck around. I felt
like I loved her as a friend more than ever, I felt a deep profound
love for her, or something. I felt like my life had turned a corner.

My dad was home, of course, it was Saturday. We talked, and I told him
a little of the stuff that had happened lately, though I left out
certain... details. He knew about the Drunkfest, they'd done that shit
when he'd been a kid, although at a different place. He just told me
to be careful, especially to be careful who I rode with, if people
were drinking.

"Daddy..." I finally said. I just had this overpowering urge to tell
him about me and Carla... I dunno if I just wanted to shock him, or if
I just wanted to talk about it with someone... it had seemed to affect
me profoundly... I wanted bad to talk about it.

"What, Pussycat..." he said idly. He'd called me Pussycat since I was
a baby. I'd wondered, after I'd grown up, if he just liked saying the
word "pussy" to me more than anything.

"Daddy..." I said. "I... I made out, with Carla... it was intense, and
very sweet... it made me love her so much I can't describe it... it
was incredible..."

He just stared at me. Then he kind of laughed. "You giving up on
boys?" he asked. I laughed.

"Hell no," I said. "I'm just including girls. One, at least... her.
Daddy... I can't describe it. It was just incredible."

"I can imagine," he said, sighing. I thought, heh... I bet you'd like
to watch, you old pervert...

"That's a major guy fantasy," he said. "I gotta admit, it's one of
mine, even."

"Hee hee," I said, laughing at him. I almost wished Carla and I could
put on a show for him. He'd bust a nut.

"Darlin'," he said, "I've tried to give you the freedom you needed to
take charge of your body and enjoy your youth. Don't be afraid to try
things. It sounds like you're not, and that pleases me. You seem like
a very well adjusted girl. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you daddy..." I said. For some reason that made me weepy. He
took two steps to me, and held me in his arms. Once again, I was his
little girl. I cried for a while, I'm still not sure why. Finally he
pulled us apart, and looked at me.

"Darlin'," he said, "I love you very much. I love you more than life
itself. Whatever happens, or don't happen, between us, just remember
how much I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy," I cried some more, leaning down on his chest.
I thought about Carla, and cried some more, without knowing why. The
events of the last few days seemed to have some kind of emotional
affect on me.

At last he sat on a kitchen chair, and drew me down onto his lap. We
sat there for the longest, him just hugging me. I slowly began to
realize what I was sitting on. A lump, a major lump. In his pants.
Goddam, I thought. I've given him a hard-on. My dad has a hard-on,
from me sitting in his lap. For some reason it amused me.

"Daddy..." I giggled. I didn't want to embarrass him, but I wanted him
to know I knew what was happening.

"What, Pussycat?" he hadn't caught on yet, that I knew.

"Daddy got a boner..." I sang softly, laughing at him. He immediately
turned red.

"Darlin'," he said, "you gotta realize... you are squishin' me pretty
severely. And... dicks don't know the difference. It don't matter to
my dick that you're my daughter... I'm sorry, but that's the way it
is..."

"That's okay, daddy," I laughed. "I understand. I think it's funny..."

"Darlin'..." he said. "We got a special relationship, a very unusual
one. I love you greatly, probably more than I should, sometimes in
ways that I shouldn't. I hope I never offend you, or freak you out.
You are my life, darlin'..."

"I know, daddy..." I whispered, putting my mouth to his ear. I knew
how sexy it was, to talk to people like that. "Daddy... I feel it
too... I love you and I think you're... kinda hot... I think about
you, at... certain times, when I'm doing things... special things..."

I hoped he'd realize I was talking about masturbating. I didn't really
think of him that much, back when I masturbated a lot... but I did, at
times... I wasn't lying, that much.

"Oh, baby..." he closed his eyes and leaned his head against mine. "I
love you, baby..."

"I love you, daddy." I kissed him on his ear, and then on the side of
his cheek. The lump in his pants was still pretty lumpy.

"Daddy..." I had an idea, about that time. A perfectly, unreasonably
wicked idea. And why not, I thought. Why not.

I slid off his lap, down into the vee of his legs, facing him. I
reached for his zipper.

"Daddy," I whispered loudly. "Make me happy. Let me do this, this one
thing... let me give you some... pleasure... just because I love you
and you love me..."

"Oh shit, darlin'," he said, and I could hear the anguish in his
voice. "I can't, baby... we can't do that..."

"Yes, we can," I said. I fought with his zipper, and his hands closed
over mine, stopping them.

"Pussycat... we can't... it's not right..." he said. I could hear
tears in his voice.

"Daddy..." I wondered how to get the idea across to him. "Daddy, we
love each other. Nothing we do for love is wrong. Give me this, this
moment... give me a taste of your love... it'll just make our love
stronger..."

"Oh, baby, I wish I could..." he finally said. 

"You can, daddy..." I said. "You can. Just sit back and relax... enjoy
it... honestly, it's one thing I can do, fairly well..."

"Darlin'... that's more than I wanna know..." he said.

He laughed a little at that, but I could tell he was still in turmoil.
I had confidence, though, that I could convince him.

"Daddy..." I said, "This isn't real sex... it's just a BJ... it's not
like we're fucking or anything..."

"Darlin'," he replied, "BJ's are still pretty sexual..."

"Daddy," I breathed, almost growling, "Let me give you pleasure. I
won't take no for an answer..."

"Oh, shit, holy shit..." he said softly. He didn't fight me, though,
this time, when I finally got his zipper down. His cock almost sprang
out, he wasn't wearing any underwear. He had to raise up slightly from
his seat, and at last I pulled his hard cock out of his pants. I was
pleased to see it, I don't know why, if it really was, or it just
looked that way because it was my father, but it looked like the
biggest cock I'd seen so far, in my life. It was warm, and I ran my
fingers down it, feeling the hard cap, and rubbing down to his scruffy
pubic hair.

"Oh, shit..." he breathed again. I looked up at him, smiling. It was
wasted, his eyes were closed.

"Daddy..." I said, "I love you."

Before he could reply I gulped his cock into my mouth. It felt
wonderful, it filled my mouth completely, and went into my throat a
ways. I sucked hard, and he groaned loudly. I could feel the cap of
his cock expand in my mouth. As I sucked him I gently pulled his balls
out of his pants, and played with them. Balls were fun to play with, I
loved them. His were nice and fat. I wondered how full of cum they
were. I knew it'd been a few weeks since Wanda had been over. I hoped
to find out.

He turned his hands around, and reached down, and grasped my breasts
in his hand. It didn't bother me any, it turned me on more, in fact. I
felt him pinching my hard nipples through my t-shirt. I hadn't put a
bra back on, since I'd been with Carla, and it was sexy to feel him
feeling me off through my t-shirt. I knew my tits were sexier than
fuck. I knew he was feeling a nice pair.

I felt a twitch from his cock, pretty quick. I knew he was turned on.
I didn't figure it'd take long. He was turned on, shit, I was turned
on. This was exciting me like crazy. My pussy was dripping shit into
my pants like mad. I was fuckin' wet, from this. The thought of what I
was doing, sucking my dad's cock, was turning me on big time. This is
just the first time, I told myself. We are definitely gonna do this
again. And again.

He finally came, and filled my mouth with a giant squirt. I gulped it
down, and he squirted again, and again. Damn, he squirted a lot. I
thought Alvin did a lot, my dad beat him by a mile. He filled my
stomach, almost. I'd just thought I was hungry for breakfast.

After he was done, he just sat there, exhausted. I finally slurped his
cock one last time, cleaning all the cum off it, and let it slowly
drop out of my mouth. I grinned up at him, happy. 

He just looked at me and shook his head. "I shouldn't have let you do
that..." he finally said.

"Daddy... no regrets... it was beautiful... I loved it... I hope you
did, too..." I said. He shook his head again.

"Yes, I loved it too, darlin'..." he said. "I shouldn't have, but I
loved it. Thank you, Pussycat... thank you..."

"You're welcome, daddy..." I said, laughing at him. I left him there,
in the kitchen, staring after me as I left the room. I hoped he could
come to grips with what we'd done. And I hoped he'd let me do it
again, sometime.


                              --==+==--


Sunday night Carla drove over. I heard a knock on the door, and opened
it, and she was standing there, a haunted look on her face. I didn't
say a word, I grabbed her and kissed her, and pulled her in the house.
I wondered why she hadn't called first, she'd just showed up. I
wondered if she thought I'd tell her to stay away or something. Hell
no. I was glad to see her. Truth be known, I was hornier than shit
that evening. I wanted to be fucked, and I especially wanted to be
fucked by her. I dragged her over to the couch, and dropped her on it.
In seconds our mouths were locked together, and my hands were glued to
her boobs. God, she had the sexiest tits... sexier than mine, even.
Her nipples were fat and puffy, I could feel them through her bra. I
pinched and pulled on them, and she sighed and moaned.

Within a few minutes we were naked on the couch. She lay on top of me
as we kissed, and I spread her ass apart and fingered her sweet
asshole. She had the sexiest little puckered asshole ever, slightly
sweaty, and I just used that to lubricate my finger as I slid it into
her body. It felt sexier than hell to feel my finger deep inside her
body, and I slowly pumped it in and out, feeling her asshole pucker up
against it. Our mouths were just glued together, and I did something
with her that I'd done with Alvin, we pinched our noses shut and
passed the same breath of air back and forth until we got dizzy. 

"Carla..." I said, breathing in her face. She kinda woke up, and
looked at me curiously.

"Carla, you'll never believe what I did, yesterday mornin'," I said.

"What?" she finally said.

"I blew my dad!" I laughed, and the look on her face was worth a
million bucks. I laughed even harder.

"You... blew? Your dad?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Hell yeah. It was fun, and sexier than shit. He's a hardbody, and
he's got a cock to match. He fucking came a fucking gallon, too."

"Shit, girl." she shook her head. I knew I'd blown her mind
completely. Carla's dad was nothing like mine, her dad was a really
old fart, an old windbag. I knew she'd never think of fucking around
with him. 

"Shit, girl. Your dad is hot, true... but shit... you fuckin' blowin'
my mind..." she said. I laughed some more.

"You'd do it too, if you had a dad like mine," I said, knowing that
was true.

"Yeah. I would," she said, a faraway look on her face. Right then and
there I started wondering if I could figure out a way to get her to
fuck my dad. I'd do it, for him. I'd encourage it. Hell, more and
more, I was wondering if I could get him to fuck me.

Finally we had enough playing around, and began fucking around
seriously. I crawled on top of her facing her feet, and put my cunt
right in her face. Her legs were spread, and I licked her clit and
pussy as she licked mine. She tasted great, I could tell she hadn't
had a bath this morning, she was nice and spicy, just perfect. I loved
the taste of her cunt, and I hoped I tasted as good for her. There's
just something about the taste of pussy that I love, and I can't
describe it. I'd tasted it enough times on my own fingers. Crazy. I
loved pussy.

We were going at it like crazy, licking and lapping each other up,
when I heard the door. Oh shit, I thought. I knew he wouldn't freak
out, though, hell, he'd probably get another hard-on. Who wouldn't,
seeing two foxy girls head-to-cunt in their living room.

I heard him at the door, and looked up. He looked surprised, but he
covered it well. He kind of laughed a little, and said, "Good morning,
ladies. I hope you're enjoying yourselves."

We both laughed at that.

"Daddy," I said, pulling my face out of Carla's cunt. "Sit down and
watch. Watch me make her cum."

Carla laughed, and he did too. "I'd love too," he said, "but I don't
know if I could stand it. You girls are hard on an old man."

"Come on, Mr. Weston," Carla said. "Get your cock out, and sit."

"Yes, daddy," I said. "Come on, let's play a little."

"Darlin'," he said, and I could tell he was a little frustrated.
"Darlin', I think I might have been a little too easy on you lately.
This really isn't the way fathers and daughters act with each other."

"Shit, daddy," I said, "you didn't feel that way when I had your dick
in my mouth yesterday."

I could tell from the look on his face he was freaked that I said that
in front of Carla. She was my very best friend in the world, he should
know that I'd told her everything already. I giggled, looking at him.

"Daddy..." I said slowly, drawing his name out. "Get your cock out.
I'll let you put it... in my girlfriend, if you do..."

Carla giggled helplessly, at that. I knew her well enough to know
she'd do it, without asking. I knew she'd fuck him, now that she knew
I fucked around with him.

"Girls," my dad said, obviously playing hard to get. "We just can't
make a habit of this shit. There's too much at stake."

"Daddy," I said, interrupting him. "There's nothing at stake but
having a good time. Carla won't tell, and my lips are sealed. I got
too much to lose, to say anything. You locked the front door? Good.
Nobody will ever know."

He just stood there, and stared at us. Carla was still licking my
cunt, and I felt contractions in my legs about that time.

"Oh, shit..." I said, "hang on, I'm gonna cum..."

I had a nice cum, I really let go, and just melted down completely.
When I came back to earth, he was still standing there watching us,
and Carla was still lapping my pussy like it was candy.

"Shit," I said. "That was intense. Daddy. Come on." I crawled off the
top of Carla, and helped her sit up. My knees were still trembling. He
took a step in the room. I realized how bad he wanted to do what we
asked.

"Daddy," I said. "Come on. Stop fucking around. Don't make us beg."

How the fuck could he resist, I thought, with two foxy naked girls
begging him? What human could be that strong? Sure enough, he took
another step into the room.

"I'm gonna regret this," he mumbled, and started unbuttoning his
jeans.

"The fuck you are," growled Carla, and I laughed. I knew she'd already
decided she was gonna have a piece of him. And what Carla wanted,
Carla got. 

My dad yanked his jeans down, and stepped out of them. He had shorts
on this time, and they were tented out, where his cock was. Carla and
I both watched as he finally dropped his shorts. His cock stood out
proudly, and I was proud of him. He had a nice cock. And shit, was it
ever hard.

Carla didn't speak. She just motioned for him to come to her. She
patted the side of the couch, and I sat and scooted over next to her.
He finally stood right in the middle of us. We both leaned into him,
and she took one side, and I took the other. We licked up and down his
cock, and she sucked the cap into her mouth. I took his balls into my
mouth as she sucked the end of his cock. We alternated, sometimes
sucking and sometimes licking. I'm sure it was fun for him. He kept
muttering "Goddam, goddam," beneath his breath, and Carla and I
laughed.

I have no idea how long we did this. Finally I had enough, and I
decided it was time for Carla to get fucked. I realized about this
time that I'd decided I wanted to get fucked, too. That might take
some working on, I thought. Well, I like a challenge.

"Daddy," I said, pulling away from his cock. He just stared at me
like, Now what? "Daddy, it's time. Carla. Lay back." She dropped his
cock, and leaned back on the couch. I made a "down" motion, and my dad
slowly got down on his knees. He was staring at Carla's cunt the whole
time. She had a cute one, shaved as bare as mine, just fucking cute.
She had nice big fat pussy lips, and a cute little clit. Her little
mound was nice and plump. Just seeing her pussy made me hungry again. 

My dad approached, his dick leading the way. He positioned his cock at
the mouth of her cunt, and stopped.

"Carla, darlin'," he said. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Hell yeah," she said. "Mr. Weston. Fuck me, please." He sighed, and
slowly began to push into her cunt. She looked pleased, and I hoped it
felt good for her. I wanted to know that feeling myself, at some
point. I still don't know why I wanted it so bad, maybe just because
it felt so wicked.

He pushed into her slowly, and she groaned loudly. I laughed. It was
cool getting to see my best friend get fucked by my dad. I really made
me horny, for some reason. I crawled up on the couch, and straddled
her body, pressing my cunt into her face. She found my clit and
started licking. My dad reached around me and took my tits in his
hand, and started squeezing. Damn, it felt good. He pinched the shit
out of my nipples, and I loved it.

My dad was fucking away hard at Carla, I could feel him slamming into
her as she licked me. I already felt that tightness in my legs that
meant I was gonna cum, I was pretty turned on by the whole deal. I
knew I'd cum hard, from this one. Carla's hands were on my ass, and I
could feel her finger probing into my asshole. Damn, that felt good, I
love for my asshole to be played with. It felt sexier than shit. She
stuck her finger into it, and started pumping in and out, in and out,
and I just melted again. Between her tongue on my clit, her finger in
my ass and my dad's hands on my tits, I was having a pretty good time.

Carla came, and pretty soon I came, too. My dad was going for the long
haul, I figured, I knew he wouldn't give it up quickly, considering
what he was getting to do. He just fucked and fucked, on and on. I
finally felt some pity for Carla and crawled off her, and sat beside
her. We just kissed, and I could still feel my dad slamming into her.
Damn, he was a fucking machine. I knew now why Wanda hung around.
Damn.

I played with my clit, and finally had a nice orgasm. I reached down
and played with Carla's clit some, feeling my dad's dick right below
my fingers, pistoning in and out of her cunt. It felt sexy. His cock
was fat enough that I could feel her cunt expand when he entered. He
would pull out almost until it fell out, and then pound back in. It
was cooler than shit.

I finally reached beneath him and played with his balls. I was having
a good time. Carla came again, at some point, and I plastered my mouth
against hers. She was a good kisser. Her tits felt good in my hands.

I ain't got no idea how long we did this. It seemed like hours. Like I
said, my dad didn't want to end it in a hurry. I figured he was
getting what he wanted most in the world, fucking a foxy girl. Carla
was hot, probably even slightly hotter than me. I knew she was way
good enough for him.

At last, at long last, he came. He screwed his face up, and I heard
him groan loudly, and he shot his load in her cunt. Carla and I
giggled, and he finally slowed and pulled out of her. He collapsed on
the couch beside us, and just laid there, spent. We were all three
pretty exhausted.

"Well," I said, "We'll have to do that again!"

"Shit," my dad said, and we laughed.

"Gimme a day or two to recover," he said.


                              --==+==--


To my amusement, Wanda came over that Sunday night. I figured my dad
was still worn out, be he'd have to try and fuck her good. I tried to
sneak around and see if they were fucking, but he'd closed the door. A
little before midnight Alvin called from outside, and I let him in and
we went to my room. He was a little put out at being ignored for the
last three days or so, so I had to treat him special, and let him do
anything he wanted. I knew that wouldn't be too far off from what I
wanted. 

"Catherine..." he said.

"What?"

"Could I... could I... could I put it in your butt? You wanna try
that? We never have..."

I'd never tried that, I was still a virgin back there. But, what the
hell. I went into my bathroom, and found a thing of baby oil. While I
was in there, I took a nice stinky shit, just to empty my colon out. I
kinda had to poop, anyway. Alvin bitched about the smell, and I
flipped him off. I came out and coated his dick with baby oil, and
pushed my finger into my asshole a ways, smearing it around down
there. I finally crouched on my bed, my ass in the air, and tried to
relax a while. Finally Alvin climbed up on the bed, and I felt his
cock touch my asshole. My asshole puckered up bad when anything
touched it, and his dick was no exception. I tried really hard to
relax, which is hard to do, back here. Finally I told him he could
push in, and he started.

It did hurt a time or two, but finally he was inside me. I felt full,
I felt like I had to poop, which amused me. My brain didn't know the
difference, I thought. He started slowly pumping me, and it felt
pretty good. Not as good as in my pussy, but I figure it felt as good
as that for him, if not better. I knew my asshole was pretty tight, I
could feel it.

He fucked my ass until it started to hurt, and I told him to cum or
get it out. He came, filling me up with sperms, moaning and groaning.
I just laid there on the bed, my chest down, my ass in the air. He
finally pulled out of me, and it felt good, like I'd pooped again. I
got up, and went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet.

"Wait, wait!" Alvin said, and rushed into the bathroom. He wanted to
see me squirt his cum out. He made me sit forward, and crouched over
me, and I squirted his cum into the toilet, and a few little turds
that had missed the big poop. He was bent over me, and his stinky dick
was right in my face.

"Shit, Alvin, wash that bitch off," I said. "Your dick smells like
shit. I'm not puttin' that goddam thing in my mouth tonight."

He laughed, and washed it in the sink. I made him used soap, even. I
didn't wanna catch salmonella or anything from a dick. We laid around
a while after that, and watched TV, and about three in the morning we
fucked again, normal-style. We just slept after that.

Then, shit. School. I rushed around and got dressed, and he took me to
school. School sucked slightly, and finally the day was over. Monday
night sucked, I just laid around and watched TV.

Tuesday went a little better, I went home with Carla and we fucked
around until she had to take me back home. I told my dad about it, and
he was suitably jealous.

"Daddy," I said. "Did you fuck Wanda the other night?"

"Hell yeah," he said. "What do you think she comes over here for?"

"Daddy..." Wanda was okay, although I didn't have much to do with her.
I guess she liked me, she pretty much left me alone.

"Daddy," I said, "Do you think... do you think Wanda'd fuck around
with me? Would that bother you?"

He just laughed. "Wanda's pretty square. I'd be surprised, although
you are welcome to try. I don't wanna be involved, though, I don't
want her to see me and you fucking around. I think that'd freak her
completely. She'd probably go to the cops or something."

"Really?"

"Well, maybe not. But it'd freak her out."

Okay. Well, I could work with that. I wondered what it'd be like to
fuck a middle-aged woman. She was pretty tough, at least, maybe a few
pound overweight, but she looked pretty good in a pantsuit or a dress.
I'd do it, I thought. I'd do it.

Alvin stayed Wednesday night, I think. He took me to school again
Thursday. Damn, I'll be glad when I get my license. This depending on
other people for rides is shit. 


                              --==+==--


I was pretty happy, at the moment. Everything seemed to be going well.
I felt like one of the loose end I had to tie up in my life was Wanda.
I don't know why, but it was really important to me to fuck her. No
idea why. It was, like I said, a loose end.


I had to enlist my dad's help, of course. I got him to tell me the
next time she was supposed to come over, and I got him to promise to
leave right before then. 

When she finally knocked on the door, I was ready. I let her in, and
she asked where my dad was. I told her he had to go to the garage for
some shit, and that he'd be back in an hour or two. We just sat on the
couch and talked for a while. I really hardly knew the woman. We had a
pretty good time, she was nice to me, at least. She laughed at all my
stories. I told her some safe parts about the Drunkfest, and she just
shook her head. The idea of kids drinking seemed to bother her a bit.
I didn't go into much more detail once I figured that out.

"Wanda..." I finally said.

"Yes?" she replied.

"I'm... I'm going through a stage or something..." I said. "I'm, as my
dad says, exploring my boundaries."

"Yes, I understand," she said.

"I got this girlfriend... Carla..." I said. "She and I are close, real
close. Super close. And we've even managed to get closer, lately." 

"Yes, I understand... I have had... female friends, such as that,
myself."

"Well, it really came to a head a few weeks ago. I... I made out with
her... I just wondered how normal that is. You ever do anything like
that?"

She was silent for a while, and looked thoughtful.

"Yes," she finally said. "Catherine... honey... this is something that
I've hardly ever told anyone... but back when I was in college, I had
a girlfriend for several months... that I experimented with,
sexually... I loved her very much. The love between two women can be
very intense, and very sweet. I still remember my time with her with
pleasure."

I was silent a moment. "Yeah... that's it exactly... thanks, Wanda...
thanks for sharing that..."

"Yes, dear... no problem... I hope you find your... I hope you find
your bliss, dear..."

"Wanda. Would you ever do it, again?"

"Oh yeah, hell yeah... even though... I like the cock..." she colored
slightly, at that. I was surprised she'd come out and said it. "pardon
my french... but, to answer your question... yes, I'd do it again."

"Yeah," I said finally. "I kinda like the cock, too. But it was fun...
I wanna do it again, with a girl."

She stared at me. "You are how old, dear? And you know you like...
cocks?"

It was my turn to color slightly, and I think I did it convincingly.
"Yeah... I'm fifteen... you gotta understand, kids start early,
nowdays... all of my friends have got their cherry popped by now..."

"Yes, I'm sure there's a lot of pressure on you kids..." she mused.

"Wanda..." hell, I thought. Here goes. "Wanda... just so I could know,
so I could... expand my experiences some... would you consider...
would you consider making out with me?"

She was silent for a long time. Finally she spoke. "My dear... if you
were older, I'd do it in a heartbeat. You are very sweet and
beautiful... I'd love to... to taste you."

"Wanda..." I said. "Age don't matter. Love matters. Please... consider
it... can we just play, a while? Can I take some... pleasure in you?
Would you allow it?"

She thought again a while. I scooted over on the couch, next to her. I
finally leaned in closer and closer to her face. She had this funny
look on her face, but I think she knew exactly what I intended. She
didn't pull away, at least.

Finally our lips touched. It was pretty sexy. Her lips were soft, and
full. I could smell her, and she smelled good. I slowly put my arms
around her, and we kissed again.

"Catherine, darlin'..." she finally said. I felt her breath on my
face. "This isn't really fair, to your father, dear..."

"Oh, Wanda," I said, "It won't matter to him. If I know him as well as
I think I do, it'll just turn him on... if he even finds out..."

She laughed a little at that. "Yes, I kind of think that, too. That's
a guy thing, two girls, getting it on. Silly men."

"Yeah..." I breathed in her face, "Silly men."

We kissed again. And again, and again. I ran my hands down her back,
and felt her bra strap.

"Catherine..." she spoke again. "What if you father comes home?"

"He'll just have to wait his turn..." I said, giggling. She giggled
too, slightly.

"Darling..." she said. "Are you really sure about this?"

"Yes..." I replied. "I think I am."

I stood. "Wanda." I said. "Come to my room, darlin'."


                              --==+==--


I slowly undressed her, and she let me. She had a nice
industrial-strength bra on, and a pair of granny panties. I stripped
her slowly, sensuously. She was breathing heavily, with a far-away
look in her eyes. I quickly stripped my clothes off, and pulled her
down into my bed.

We kissed for a while. I finally wandered down her chest, to her
breasts. Her breasts were nice, not overly large, but with a nice fat
nipple. I sucked one into my mouth. I could even taste her body. It
was very sexy.

I sucked her tits for the longest, and finally we traded. She sucked
mine, and I squirmed beneath her. It felt very good. Finally I crawled
down her body, to her sweet cunt. She had pubic hair, which I still
consider old-school, but it didn't bother me. Her cunt was nice, and
smelled sweet. It tasted good. I don't know what I expected, but it
tasted good. I licked and lapped at it, and it was her turn to squirm.
I swear she came from just being licked, that quick. She came nicely.
After the longest time, we traded, in fact, I turned on the bed, and
she buried her face in my cunt, as I licked hers. I was on top. Her
body felt warm and soft beneath me. She felt much softer than Carla,
and slightly wrinkled, but still very sexy. Very sexy.

She finally spread her legs widely, and I licked her sweet asshole. It
tasted great, sweaty and slightly poopy, but very sexy. I love licking
assholes, for some reason. Just fucking sexy. I finally got up on the
bed on my hands and knees, and she buried her face in my ass, licking
and probing my asshole with her tongue. I was incredibly sexy.

We both came half a dozen times, over the course of probably two
hours. It was very intense. She was very sexy, and I could see why my
dad liked her. I told her that I'd seen them fucking once, and she
nodded. Yes, she said, I saw you out of the corner of my eye, but
there was no sense in doing anything, you'd already made us. We both
giggled.

She finally wanted to wind it up, since she was sure my dad would be
home at any minute. We dressed, and I pretended to check my phone
while I texted him that it was safe to come home. He showed up in a
few minutes, and they disappeared into her room. I wondered if she'd
tell him what we'd done. Of course, I would. Of fucking course.


                              --==+==--


At last. Friday night. We headed out to the Drunkfest, with four
six-packs that Alvin stole from his dad's warehouse. There was quite a
crowd there that night, I think word had got around about all the
fucking last Friday night. I think a lot of guys were hoping that'd
happen again.

Finally some girls showed up, and they seemed pretty frisky. Before
long, two topless girls were on the bronc, copying what me and Carla
did last Friday. Carla just looked at me and laughed, and stripped her
t-shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra. I took my shirt and bra off,
and was deliciously topless. It felt cool, and the new guys, the ones
that weren't here last Friday night, were having their little
sex-starved brains blown. It was too cool.

Carla and I did a turn on the bronc, and I got on it, in her lap
kinda, facing her. There was just a blanket on it, no saddle, so I
didn't get a saddle horn in my asshole, at least. It felt sexier than
hell to feel her breasts smashing against mine, and we locked lips and
kissed the whole time. I put my hands down on her ass, and she did
mine, and we put on a pretty good show, I think. I know we were givin'
all the guy hard-ons, I could see them squirming around when I looked.

We finally crawled off, and drank some more beer. I was pretty tipsy
by then, beer fucks me up in a hurry. Alvin started getting frisky,
squeezing my tits and shit, and Terry wasn't far behind. I knew he was
hopin' for some fucking, tonight. I saw Carla heading for the grass
with some guy I'd never seen before, and we followed her. This time
Alvin went first, and I sucked Terry's cock into my mouth. I just
crouched there, on my hands and knees, and let Alvin fuck me while I
sucked Terry off. It seemed natural to me, or something. It just
seemed to work out well.

Terry finally came in my mouth, and it was satisfying. He came a nice
big glob. They switched places, and Terry managed to get it up again
pretty quick and fuck me proper. Pretty soon Alvin filled my mouth up,
too. I was getting my share, tonight. I had came nicely while Terry
fucked me, and I'd had a good time. I was really wanting more, though.

Some other friends of Alvin's were there, and after Alvin and Terry
and I had fucked we stood around and talked with them. I still had my
shirt off of course, and my shorts were unbuttoned and open where you
could see almost all the way down to my pussy. The guys couldn't keep
their eyes off me, and finally I grabbed Alvin and whispered to him.

"Alvin. If it's alright with you I'll fuck your friends, if they
want." I whispered in his ear. I was sure they would. Who the hell
wouldn't want to. Neither Alvin or Terry had cum in my cunt, so I
wasn't all gummed up, at least.

"Darren. Steve," Alvin said. "You wanna... you wanna do Catherine?"

Pretty quick, I was back on the ground, with a guy at each end. It was
cool, it was cool to feel yet another strange cock in my mouth, and to
get my ass pounded by some almost-random guy. I felt sexier than shit,
to know I was making this many guys happy. I felt like I was doing
community service, or something. Alvin had told them to only cum in my
mouth, so shit... I was gonna be full of the shit, tonight. I hoped I
didn't get fat from eating so much cum. If that's even possible.

The evening finally wound down, everybody pretty much got fucked, it
was crazy cool. There was used rubbers all over the goddam place, I
couldn't believe that girls'd fuck around like that, and not be on the
pill. Double crazy.

"Alvin," I said, "tell Terry to follow us to my house. I wanna let him
eat me out, if he will."

"Hell yeah he will, I'm double-damn sure of it," Alvin laughed, and
went off to find Terry. He followed us home, and we all just went
right in the front door, since my dad's truck was gone again.

Terry loved my cunt, I knew he would, and he was a good pussy eater.
He just licked and licked, while I blew Alvin again. It was fun. I
finally turned over and stuck my ass in the air, and Terry launched
right into my asshole, like he'd done it a million times before. He
wasn't scared of my ass at all. I love having my asshole licked, and
he did fine. Finally I settled down on my bed, and let Alvin fuck me
proper, while I blew Terry. Then I let Terry fuck me, and I let him
cum inside me. He finally stumbled out the door about two AM or so,
and Alvin and I got some sleep.


                              --==+==--


Alvin had to go to work Saturday, which sucked. Off he went. My dad
was home by then, of course, and we got in his truck and went to the
garage. The garage was just a place where he hung out with his friends
and shit, some guy he knew owned it, and worked on cars and shit at
it. His friend Rex was there, and we sat around and talked and the
guys drank beer. I finally got my dad to give me one, and I got a
pretty good buzz, just from one beer.

There was an old car there, that they were restoring, it was a small
sports car, and I lay down, face down, on the hood of it, my butt in
the air. I looked back at Rex and my dad. They were watching me, and
Rex was licking his lips. I knew I looked sexier than shit. They were
mumbling to each other, and I wondered if my dad was telling him some
of the shit I'd done lately, like blow him. I hoped he was. I liked
Rex, I'd had a crush on him for the longest. I figured this was as
good a time as any. I reached down and unsnapped my shorts, and pulled
them down my legs. I wasn't wearing any panties. Rex got this look on
his face then, kind of a cross between being scared and being mad for
me. I knew my bare ass looked damn good.

"Daddy," I said. "Tell Rex he can fuck me, if he wants."

"Rex," my dad laughed, and shook his head. "You can fuck the Pussycat,
if you want."

"Shit," said Rex. "Are you sure?"

"Hell yeah," my dad and I both said, at the same time. I giggled. I
knew we were blowing Rex's mind. He'd known me since I was a little
girl, since I was a baby, really. I wondered what he'd think if he
knew I blew my dad. He was pretty hip, he'd probably just nod, and go
on. And maybe want one himself.

Rex and my dad approached, and Rex finally nestled in between my legs.
He still didn't have his cock out, and I kinda knew he was having to
come to grips with what he was about to do. He patted me on my ass,
and I felt his finger run down my crack and he rubbed my asshole. It
felt good.

"Hal, man..." Rex said, talking to my dad. "Are you sure about this?"

"Hell yeah, if it's what she wants," my dad said. "Hell, she blew me
the other night.  I think she's exploring her boundaries, as they
say."

I giggled. That sounded like a silly way to say I was hornier than
fuck. But I understood. Rex finally seemed to feel justified in
fucking me. I felt his pants brush against my inner thighs as he
unsnapped them, and pulled them down. Pretty quick I felt his cock
touch me, right on the mouth of my pussy. He gripped the sides of my
ass with his hands, and pulled himself into me. He felt good as he
slid inside. I was wetter than shit, I was pretty turned on. He just
glided right into me. He pumped me hard and fast, and I came after
just a minute or two. Like I said, I was pretty goddam turned on.

"Rex," I managed, as he pounded me. "Don't cum in my cunt, save it for
my mouth, okay?"

"Okay..." he mumbled, and I hoped he would do it that way. I had had
an idea, about that time.

Rex fucked me a good long time. The buzzer went off once when the
phone rang, and they ignored it. My dad stood off to the side, and
just watched his best friend fuck his daughter. The next time I looked
at him, I had a fit of the giggles. He had his cock out, and was
stroking it. My dad is jacking off, I thought, my dad is watching me
get fucked, and jacking off. Shit, that was fucking sexy. Shit goddam
fuck, that was sexy.

After I have no idea how long, Rex finally pulled out. "Shit, baby,"
he said, "I'm about to cum." I sat up, turned around, and kneeled on
the dirty floor. I took his cock in my mouth, tasting my cunt on it,
and fuck did it ever taste good. I taste good, damn good. I sucked
hard, and he did cum pretty quick, filling my mouth, and some even ran
down my chin. Rex had a normal cock, but the amount of cum he squirted
out was pretty incredible. I knew he was married, and it made me
wonder if he ever fucked his old lady. Not in a while, if he was that
full of the shit.

Finally we were done, and he helped me stand up. He hugged me and
thanked me, and I giggled helplessly. Crazy guys. I finally turned
around, and laid back down across the car hood. My dad was putting his
cock back in his pants, thinking it was over.

"Rex," I said. "Tell daddy he can fuck me, if he wants."

They were both silent, at that.

"Honey... Pussycat, dear..." my dad finally said. "I thought we agreed
not to go there."

"Daddy, we didn't agree to shit," I said. "We've never really even
talked about it. Come on, just do it. What's the difference, really?"

He was silent. "Rex," I said. "Tell him. Tell him to fuck me."

Rex laughed. "Hal," he said, "I don't think she's gonna be happy until
you fuck her."

"Damn right," I said.

I knew my dad wanted to. He might not feel like it was right, but I
knew he wanted to. And I figured he eventually would. I knew I could
wear him down. I almost always get what I want. Almost always.

"Daddy..." I said, in my best whiny voice. "Daddy, come on. Fuck me
please. Put your cock in me... please... make me happy."

"Oh shit goddam," my dad said, and Rex laughed. I looked over my
shoulder at them. My dad hadn't put his cock up, after all. That was a
good sign. And Rex still had his out, too, although it wasn't very
hard. I understood.

About that time the door opened, and Bill Devers came in, another
friend of theirs. "Holy shit," he said, when he saw me stretched
across the car hood, my exposed ass in the air, and everybody's cock
out.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Bill said, and Rex laughed. 

"I just fucked the Pussycat, and now she wants Hal to fuck her, too,"
Rex said.

"What's up with her? Is she just really horny?" Bill asked.

"I'm hornier than fuck," I said, and the two of them laughed.

"Hal is wrestling with his conscience right now." Rex said, "We all
know he wants to do it. He's just gotta convince himself."

"Fuck you," my dad growled. "You gotta realize, that's a big step.
She's my daughter, you dumb fucks."

"Hey, she already said she blew ya. Did she?" Rex asked.

"Yeah..." my dad squirmed. 

"Bill," I said. "While my dad's deciding, would you fuck me?"

"Uhm..." Bill said. He turned to my dad. I was getting a crick in my
neck, from looking over my shoulder so much.

"Hal... is it okay if I fuck Cat?" Bill said, and I guess my dad
nodded or something because in just seconds Bill was nestled between
my legs, and I could feel him getting his cock out. Shit, though. I
had to pee.

"Bill, hang on, let me up. I gotta pee," I said, pushing myself up
with my arms.

"Oh shit goddam no," he said. "Cat, darling... just pee... nothing is
sexier than a girl, peeing... fucking nothing."

"You perv," said Rex, "you're gonna drink it, you fucking perv."

"What I do is my business," said Bill. I felt his hands on the backs
of my knees, and I looked back. I couldn't see him, and I guessed he
was squatted down between my legs.

"Are you fucking sure?" I asked, and he said, "Hell yeah. Squirt away,
darlin'..."

I tried to relax, and finally succeeded. I had to pee pretty bad. I
finally shot a stream out, and I felt it splashing all over the backs
and sides of my legs. I guessed he was letting it spray in his face
and shit.

"Oh yeah," said Rex, "drink that shit. Drink that delicious shit."

"You're wishin' you'd thought of it," said, Bill, slightly gurgling.

"Fuck yeah," said Rex. I giggled. Guys. What a bunch of perverts guys
were. Nothing was beyond them. I figured I could probably shit on them
and they'd love it. Perverts.

I finally finished up, my stream slowed to a trickle. I felt Bill's
tongue on my cunt, then, and he licked all around my pee-hole and
cunt. Guys, I thought. Guys, and their pee fetish. It felt pretty
goddam good, though. He licked further up, and spent a lot of time on
my asshole. I knew it tasted good, I'd stuck my finger back there and
sniffed it earlier. I halfway wondered if I should poop a little bit
for him, but I decided not to. Maybe I'd ask Bill later if he might
wanna do a little of that shit. It sounded nasty, but kinda fun.

Finally Bill stood up. "Anyway," he said to Rex, "you don't drink it,
you just let it splash in your mouth and out again, so you can taste
it."

"I see, you goddam fucking pervert," said Rex. They both laughed.

Bill did seem to have a small attack of conscience himself, before he
fucked me. "Darlin'," he said. "How old are you again?"

"Fifteen," I said, before I thought about it. Shit, I thought,
although I knew he had a pretty good idea how old I was, maybe he'd
refuse, since I was underage. I looked back. He hadn't pulled away, at
least.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," Bill said, and I realized he was
still talking to Rex. "Taking advantage of this sweet young lady. What
a jerk..."

Rex just laughed. "She didn't exactly leave me a choice," he said.
"Although... I'm glad of it... it was the best fuck of my life, for
sure."

Well, that was gratifying at least. And probably true. I was glad I'd
done it for him.

I finally felt Bill's cock on my cunt, and he carefully pushed into my
body. Damn, he must be a monster, I thought, he felt bigger than any
cock I'd had so far. He felt bigger than my dad looked, even. My dad.
I looked back at him. He was just standing there, a serious look on
his face. As serious as a guy can look with his hard cock sticking out
his pants. I figured he was deep in thought. I still thought, in the
end, he'll do it. I'll win this one. I always win, where he's
concerned.

Bill fucked me nicely. I came quickly, and came again. I'd told him
not to cum in me, that I'd blow him for that. He nodded. I was anxious
to feel him in my mouth. I let him fuck and fuck, and my legs finally
got a little tired, supporting my bottom. He finally yanked out of me,
and touched me on the ass.

"Darlin'," he said, "I'm ready..."

I turned, and crouched before him. I was right, he was a monster.
Shit, shit, I thought, and sucked him into my mouth. Damn, he felt
good, he almost touched my tonsils, even. I sucked hard, and felt him
twitch. I knew he wasn't going to last long. I played with his fat
balls while he filled my mouth with sperms, loving the shit out of it.
Damn, he came a lot, too. I even burped when it was all over.

I finally stood, weaving a little. I was tired. But, I was ready.
Ready for the big one.

"Okay, daddy," I said. "You can fuck me now."

"Pussycat, darlin'..." I could tell he was still slightly frustrated.
"Darlin'... you gotta promise me this won't fuck us up any..."

"Daddy, how could it?" I asked him. "It'll just make us love each
other more, if that's even possible. Come on, just do it. You know you
want too."

"Yeah, Hal," said Rex. "You know you want to."

"Yeah, I admit that. I want to," said my dad. "I just don't wanna take
a chance on screwing things up between us."

"It won't, daddy," I said, "Come on."

I laid back over the car hood, and stuck my ass in the air. I could
see some slobber on the hood under where my mouth had been earlier. I
was getting pretty familiar with the car, by now.

I finally felt something touch me on my inner thigh. Good. Here we go,
I thought. Fucking finally, here we fucking go.

"God forgive me," my dad said, and the other guys giggled. I relaxed,
getting ready to be thoroughly fucked by my father.

I felt his cock touch my cunt, then spread it apart. He slowly pushed
into my body. Damn, it felt good, as good as Bill. He might not have
been quite as large as Bill, but he was close. Shit, he felt good.
Shit.

He began to pump, in long slow strokes. He was a good fucker. He felt
fine, in my cunt. I already felt that familiar tightening in the backs
of my legs that meant I was gonna cum. I relaxed, laying on the hood.
I felt warm, and happy. I was getting what I wanted. I was pretty
goddam happy. Life was good, I thought. It just don't get any better.
Getting fucked by my daddy was just too goddam cool.


                              --==+==--

                              Part Two :

                              --==+==--


Things were going pretty well. My daddy fucked me every night, without
fail. I wouldn't miss it for the world, and I could tell he wouldn't
either. We fucked like crazy mad newlyweds. For an old fart, his dick
was hard more often than it was not. I knew that was mostly me, I was
turnin' him on that much. I was blowing his mind, really, that wasn't
hard to tell. I wondered how long he'd dreamed of fucking me. I hoped
he was happy he was getting what the wanted. I think he was.

For me, I think the sheer wickedness of fucking him was part of what
turned me on so much. I mean, my dad, my fucking dad. I was fucking my
dad. I knew what most people would think of that. Carla shook her head
at me, and said I was "depraved", but I know that she was jealous,
too. As she should be, dammit. I was having a really great time.

We fucked religiously every night when we went to bed. We usually
fucked every morning, before he went to work, kind of a quickie, then,
though. Sometimes during the evening we fucked, when TV was slow.
Saturday morning was the funnest, we just laid in bed and fucked, then
we got up to pee, then we went back to bed and fucked again. It was
great fun. I felt, for the first time since I'd started having sex,
totally satisfied. 

Although... I did have to make time for Alvin. And I did, one evening
my dad and I fucked, then Alvin came over, he spent the night with me
and we fucked, and then my dad and I fucked when he left that morning.
I was completely fucked. And I loved it.


                              --==+==--


The next Friday night was crazy. We headed out the highway, for the
Drunkfest. All we had was one six-pack, but we hoped that other folks
would bring more. We were barely on the highway when Alvin reached
over and started playing with my pussy. He did this for one reason,
because I'd worn a skirt. He loved seeing me in skirts, for some
reason it really turned him on. I finally scooted back in the seat and
pulled my panties down, and kicked them off.

Terry was in the back seat, and I knew we wouldn't bother him,
anything we did. Hell, I could get away with murder, with him. He
loved me bad. So bad it showed.

"Baby..." Alvin said. 

"What?" I said.

"Take the wheel." I did, and I steered while he wrestled around and
unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out the zipperhole. I giggled.
He was pretty hard already, and he looked kinda goofy, sitting there
driving a car with his dick out. He scooted his seat way back, and I
could tell he could barely reach the pedals, now.

"Sit in my lap, darlin'," he said. "Let's fuck!"

Oh shit. I thought about what my dad said about being careful. This
wasn't exactly being careful.

"Shit, you dangerous motherfucker," said Terry. "Stop, and we'll trade
spots, and I'll drive while you guys fuck. Can't you just wait 'til we
get there?"

"It's not about that," said Alvin, as I carefully crawled over into
his lap, trying not to hit the steering wheel. "It's the thrill of
doing it. The thrill of doing something dangerous."

"Shit, just don't crash and kill us. Especially don't kill me. Me and
Cat. I don't wanna die for a fuck." said Terry. He sat up, in the
middle, where he could look over the seat and see what we were doing.

I finally got all situated, and got my legs down beside Alvin's. This
might actually work, I thought. I could feel his hard cock poking me
in the back, and I finally raised up and felt underneath him for it.
His arms were around me, grasping the steering wheel. We'd managed to
pretty much stay on the road, that whole time, even though he had to
look under my arm for a while.

I finally sat back, and felt his hard cock slide into my oozing cunt.
It felt good. Alvin always felt great. I sat up and back, up and back,
and felt him sliding into and out of me. It felt good.

"Are you in?" asked Terry politely, and I laughed and nodded. He
watched with interest as I fucked Alvin, and Alvin drove. All to soon,
dammit, we arrived at the Drunkfest. We pulled in under the trees,
among a bunch of other cars. Alvin killed the engine, and I was still
fucking away at him. I felt close to cumming, at least.

"Alvin..." I said. "Don't... cum... save it... but let... me cum..."

He laughed at me. Terry finally got out, and get the beer, and headed
towards the crowd. I saw Carla heading our way, and waved at her when
she got even with the window.

"What you doin', girl?" she asked.

"I'm gettin' fucked. Hang on a minute, 'til I cum," I said. She
laughed.

"You startin' early. The fuckin' don't start for another hour. We
gotta ride the bull, girl..."

About that time I started cumming for real. It was a good one, I
moaned and shit, and Alvin and Carla laughed at me. Carla leaned in
the window and we kissed for a while.

Finally I was done. Carla opened the door and I crawled out, weak in
the knees. We joined the crowd, and Alvin was pleased to see stacks
and stacks of six-packs. We all got pretty hammered, that night.

I could see a big truck over by an oil well, and some guys working at
it. Luckily, they seemed inclined to leave us alone, so far. The
evening progressed, and Carla and I rode the bull again, and made out
again. The new guys loved it. So did the old guys, of course. Terry
was watching me pretty closely, I figured he wanted to be near me when
the fucking started. I wondered if I should tell him to mix with the
crowd, and maybe he could get a girlfriend of his own.

I figured it was about time for the fucking to start. Sure enough, a
girl and two guys paired off, and went a little ways into the trees,
and started going after it.

About that time a pickup drove up. It was the oilfield guys. Shit. Now
we're in for it, I thought. There was three guys in front, and two in
the back. And they all looked like bruisers, tough motherfuckers.
Dirty, and tough.

"What you kids doin'," the man driving said, stopping the truck.
Everybody was silent. I think the guys were kinda intimidated by the
men.

"Just drinkin' some beer," I finally said. "Drinkin', and fuckin'."

The man kinda coughed and laughed at that. I pointed over to the
threesome, fucking away in the trees. They still hadn't even noticed
something was going on. The girl was in the middle, with a guy at each
end.

"You kid's ain't old enough to be drinkin'," the man said, opening his
door. "Or fuckin'. We gonna have to confiscate this beer."

The men in the back of the truck jumped out. I just started laughing.
I knew what they wanted.

"Alvin," I said, "Throw these guys a beer."


                              --==+==--


Before long the party had really started. The oilfield guys got pretty
hammered, too. They'd kinda broke up the fucking, well, it really
hadn't started properly yet. The oilfield guys all had to ride the
bronc, and they were brutal to each other. They shook the ropes harder
than shit, and threw each other in the dirt every time. They got loud
and rowdy, and everybody had a good time.

"Alvin," we were standing in the middle of the madness, holding each
other in our arms. I liked Alvin. I felt comfortable with him. And I
knew he liked me. And, he was very forgiving of my... proclivities. He
knew I liked to fuck around. I'd even told him about fucking my dad. I
hadn't yet told him we fucked every night, madly... but he knew we'd
done it once, at least.

"Alvin," I said. "Will you be upset... if I fuck some of these guys?"

"No, darlin'..." he said. "Just give me my fair share. You're your own
girl, girl..."

"I know," I reached up and kissed him. "Thanks, darlin', thanks for
bein' so sweet."

We just stood like that, holding each other. Finally I saw a couple
head towards the woods. They stopped before they got there, and
settled in the grass, missionary style. The oilfield guys were all
watching, and I know they were wondering what the chances were that
they'd get fucked, too.

"Alvin. Find Terry," I said. 


                              --==+==--


We fucked for a good long time. I finally saw a girl pick one of the
oilfield guys out, the young one, and take him. As he slid into her
cunt, she motioned to another one, and he joined them, and she took
his cock in her mouth. I admired her for being the first.

Terry was pumping away at my cunt, and Alvin was in my mouth. Alvin
finally got to cum, and cum he did. I swallowed and swallowed. They
changed positions, and I sucked Terry. Alvin was pretty soft, but
still hard enough to get it in. Terry lasted little while, and finally
he came, as good as Alvin had. The boys finally stood up, and I just
rested there, on my hands and knees. There were two of the oilfield
guys still drinking beer and watching their buddies get fucked. I
finally caught one of them's eye, and motioned him over. When the
other one saw him walking towards me, I motioned for him to come over,
too.

They stood before me. Alvin and Terry had gone a little ways off, I
guess to give me some privacy. Like that was gonna happen. I looked at
the two guys. They were pretty dirty, they had mud and black oily shit
on them. I didn't really care, though.

"Gentlemen," I said. "Just one rule. Don't cum in my cunt, cum in my
mouth, please. Okay?"

They both nodded fervently. I knew I was making their wettest dream
come true. I knew I looked good, and fucking hot. I knew they were
gonna remember this a long time. Beer... beer, and pussy.

They both pulled their cocks out, and I was pleased. What are the
chances, I thought. One of them, the old fart, was truly a monster. I
motioned him to my front, and the other guy to my ass. Here we go, I
thought. Here we fuckin' go.


                              --==+==--


It was very satisfying. I loved the feeling of strange cocks in my
mouth. The big guy felt good, good and giant. He almost choked me a
time or two. I'd never had one, that big. The other guy fucked away at
my cunt, steady and solid. I came, hard, better than I'd came when
Alvin fucked me. I think I was really turned on by what I was doing.
My world narrowed down to just the two guys fucking me. I didn't even
notice all the fucking going on around me.

They finally switched spots, and the kid that had been fucking me got
to cum in my mouth. He came a good amount, I was surprised. I love the
taste and feel of cum on my tongue. His tasted sweet, almost. The big
guy felt great in my cunt. I don't care what they say. Size matters.
He felt good, and I came again. I finally turned over my shoulder,
after I'd dropped the kid's cock out of my mouth.

"Dude," I said, and he raised his eyebrows at me. "You can cum
wherever you like. Pussy or mouth. You decide."

He nodded, and just kept on fucking me. He was a fucking machine. I
envied his wife or girlfriend. He fucked and fucked, god, for how long
I have no idea. It felt like an hour. I came at least twice while he
fucked me. Finally he slowed, and pulled out, and then walked around
on his knees to my front. I took his cock in my mouth, tasting my
juices on it. Damn, I thought, like I always do, damn, I taste good.
No wonder these guys like it so much.

I finally looked around a bit. Carla was fucking one of the oil guys,
and had a kid I went to school with in her mouth. I caught her eye,
and grinned at her as best I could, with a dick in my mouth. We
laughed.

The guy I was blowing unloaded what felt like a gallon of sperm into
my mouth. I almost gagged, there was so much. He had nice fat balls, I
could see why. I held his balls as he came. I was in love. Not really
with him, but with his dick. Lucky bastard. Lucky bitch, whoever she
was.

Finally everything settled down a bit. The guys all finished the last
of the beer, and the oil guys crawled back in their truck. I ran up to
it and kissed Mr. big-dick on the mouth. He didn't mind my spermy
breath at all. They drove off, waving. Yeah, I thought... they'll
probably be here again, one Friday night... if not next.


                              --==+==--


Alvin had to work Saturday, as usual, so after he left I took a quick
shower, to wash his and everybody else's cum out of my pussy. I
crawled in bed with my dad, and woke him up.

"Daddy..." I said. He laughed. He was getting pretty used to this.

"We had fun last night," I said. "We drank lots of beer, and some guys
were there working on an oil well. They drank with us, and in the end
some of the girls fucked them."

He just laughed. I wondered if he wondered if I'd been one of those
girls. He didn't care, like Alvin, he was getting his fair share, too.

He rolled me over and hugged me tightly. His mouth finally met mine.
We kissed and kissed, and I felt his hands all over my body.

"Wanda's coming, tonight," he finally said. "Don't wear me out too
much, darlin'..."

I laughed. So far, he'd seemed to keep up with the both of us. I had
fucked him every night, so far, since that afternoon at the garage.
And, like I'd told him, it'd just made our love for each other
stronger. I knew he was eaten up with love for me, bad. I could tell.
And I loved him.

He finally laid me down, and slid his hard cock into my body. Damn, he
felt as good as that big-dicked dude. My dad was a good fuck-buddy. He
really knew how to use his dick to it's greatest capacity. He was
good.

I came hard, and came again. We fucked and fucked, and finally he
pulled out of me and got up, and headed for the shower. I crowded in
with him, and he got down on his knees like he did every morning and
let me pee in his face. Shit, guys and their crazy pee obsession. It
turned me on every time, though. We managed to get our showers done
with all the fucking around, and I finally went to my room and
dressed.


                              --==+==--


Carla showed up, and we went to the mall. We wasted the afternoon
sitting around her room, and doing our nails and shit. I finally held
her down and tickled her until she peed a little, which turned me on
for some reason. In a minute we were both naked, our mouths glued to
each other's cunts. How many times, I thought, how many times can I
cum in twenty-four hours? I was hoping so set some kind of record.


                              --==+==--


Carla took me back to my house, and I got ready for Saturday night. I
didn't have any plans, I hadn't heard from Alvin since we went to work
that morning. Like I said, we didn't own each other. Finally I got a
call from Carla. She was bored. Come over, I said.

About that time my dad showed up. Come on, he said, let's go to the
garage. Darrell's gonna be there, with a new car to work on. I told
him to wait until Carla got here, so we did. She finally showed up,
and we all piled into my dad's pickup, and off we went.

There was a pretty good crowd at the garage, Rex and Bill were there,
and my dad's friend Darrell, and his son, who was maybe sixteen or so.
I actually knew him slightly from school, and we nodded at each other.
Shit, I thought... there's a kid here... no fucking tonight. I'd
halfway wanted Carla there, because I thought maybe things'd heat up a
little bit. Well, we'll see.

We sat around and talked, and the guys drank beer. Finally I finagled
a beer for Carla and me, and Darrell gave his kid one, too. I got
silly and tipsy from just one stupid beer.

"Heard some excitement went on last weekend, here..." said Darrell,
looking at me and laughing. Shit, I thought, well, he must not care if
his kid hears shit like this or not, if he brings it up.

"Just a little..." I said, pretending to be embarrassed. I knew that
was charming, to guys.

"Bill's done nothing but talk about you, for the last week. And Rex
hasn't been able to keep his mouth shut, either."

"Fuck you," growled Rex. "You're just jealous you weren't here."

"Hell yeah," said Darrell, looking at me and winking. 

"Darrell," I said. His kid's name was Ben, I knew that much.

"What?" he said.

"Is Ben still a virgin?" I asked, watching the poor boy. He turned
red, as I'd guessed he would.

"Heh..." Darrell kind of laughed. I think it embarrassed him slightly,
too. "I dunno. Why don't you ask him?"

"Ben... are you?" I said, looking at the poor kid.

"Yeah..." I could tell he wasn't proud of that admission.

"Hey," I said. "Don't feel bad, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Yeah, so you say," Ben said, laughing slightly.

"Yeah, so I say." I said. "Anyway, you wanna do it? Right here, right
now? Want me to pop your cherry?"

He just stared at me. I could tell he wanted to, bad, but he was still
a bit embarrassed. I poured it on.

"Maybe Carla'd let you have a turn, too..." I said, and she laughed.
"Hell yeah," she said, "why not?"

He looked at his dad. His dad made this
I'm-not-havin'-nothin'-to-do-with-it motion, and I giggled. I said,
"Only thing is, Ben, you gotta do it here, in front of everbody.
That's just the way I operate."

"Uhm..." he finally said, gathering his courage, "sure!"


                              --==+==--


I was wearing a skirt and blouse, and I unbuttoned my blouse, and
pulled my bra off through the armholes in that way that seems to blow
guys minds. All the guys were silent now, watching me. Carla was
giggling.

"Come on, baby," I said to her. We went over to the new car. It was a
full-sized, with a pretty high hood. I figured the guys wouldn't have
to bend down any, to be at pussy-height. I motioned Carla over to the
far side of the hood, above the wheel well, and I took the near side.
We draped ourselves across the hood, after Carla yanked her shorts
off. She pulled out her tits, too, I was pleased to see. She has nice
tits, as nice as mine. I reached across the hood, and took her hands
in mine. 

"Who's first!?" Carla said loudly, as I motioned Ben to come to me. He
did, slowly, still kind of shy, I think.

"Get your cock out, honey," I said, when he stood behind me. I spread
my legs apart, so he could see my cunt. I felt him wrestling around
with his jeans behind me, touching me occasionally.

"Just stick it in when you're ready," I told him.

"Catherine..." he said, and I nodded at him, as best I could, my head
turned all the way around.

"Can I... can I taste you?" he asked. I laughed and said sure. I felt
him lean down, then, his hands on the backs of my thighs. I reached
back and spread my ass apart, hoping he'd get the hint, and give my
asshole some attention, too, along with my cunt. He ate me well for a
first-timer, and finally I pushed him away and rolled over so he could
eat me proper. He gobbled and scraped my cunt and clit with his teeth,
and I came, pretty quick. I looked out at the crowd, the guys,
including my dad, we waiting patiently for their turn.

Once again, the door slammed, and a guys said, "Holy shit!" It was the
UPS guy, looking cute in his little shorts, holding a box. I just
laughed at the look on his face.

"Get in line," I said, "I'll let you go next because you have a
route."

He gulped, and approached us. Ben was still licking my cunt. I rolled
back over, and let him lick my asshole for a while. I love having my
asshole licked, and I spread my butt cheeks wide so he could get in
there. Finally I felt him rise from my ass.

I knew his cock was out, I'd seen it when I turned over. I finally
felt it bumping around down there. I reached back and guided it in,
and he finally slid into me. Damn... even an average cock feels pretty
good, when it enters your body... I sighed, and let him start
pounding.

He was gonna cum pretty quick, as I figured he would. He finally said
something, and I slid off the car, and dropped to the ground, and took
his cock in my mouth. I sucked hard, and he quickly came, and I let
him have his fun. I had been getting close myself. Maybe the UPS guy
could do it for me.

The UPS guy already had his cock out when Ben stepped to the side. He
didn't want to fool around, he just wanted to fuck. He fucked me very
well, and about that time I heard Carla cumming on the other side of
the hood. I tried to reach her to kiss her, but all we could do is
hold hands. I let the UPS pound away on my ass, and finally had a nice
orgasm of my own.


                              --==+==--


The rest of that afternoon just kind of passed in a blur. I think
every guy there, including my dad, had a turn at my ass. Mine, and
Carla's. We were finally both just worn out, from cumming to much. I
just lay on the car hood, finally, hardly moving when somebody, I
don't even know who, pushed their dick into my body.

"Whoever you are," I said, "you can cum in my cunt. I'm to tired to
suck anymore."

It was Rex. He laughed, and pumped away, finally grabbing the sides of
my ass and groaning loudly. He pumped me full of his cum. My belly was
full of the shit, I'd sucked off four guys, at least... maybe five. I
knew Carla'd gotten a few, too. Ben even managed to get hard again, or
maybe he never went down, dunno. Anyway, he fucked me again, and
fucked me well. It was a hell of an afternoon, all in all.


                              --==+==--


"Oh shit," my dad groaned, as the three of us drove home. 

"What?" I asked.

"I still gotta fuck Wanda, tonight. She keeps calling me, asking when
she can come over."

"Shit, daddy..." I said, "send her over. Carla and I'll take care of
her for you."

"Shit, you horny little bitches," my dad said. "Don't you ever get
enough?"

"Nope," I said simply, telling him the truth. Goddam, I thought, I've
just been fucked by six or seven guys, and I'm already horny again.
Shit fuck. What is it with me?


                              --==+==--


Wanda showed up a little after seven, wearing a little skirt and
blouse. She looked fine. She looked sexy, I thought. Well, why not,
she was coming over here with ever idea of getting fucked. Why not.

The four of us sat around the living room and talked, and Wanda and my
dad sipped wine. My dad finally pretended he got a text, and looked at
his phone. "Shit," he said, "I have to go help my friends start a car.
I'll be right back."

I laughed. What an actor he was. He left, and Carla and talked to
Wanda for a while.

Finally I said, "Wanda... I told Carla what we did, the other night...
she was very, uhm... very interested..."

"Oh dear," said Wanda, laughing, and managing to look embarrassed at
the same time.

"Yes, it sounded like fun..." said Carla, almost wistfully. "I've
always wondered..."

"Wanda..." I said, "can we? Please? Would you?"

Wanda sighed dramatically. "Well, if it means that much to you girls,
I guess I could spare a little... time..."

I got up and locked the door. "We can hear daddy, when he comes back.
And I'll text him and tell him to text me right before he gets back,
so he can get me something to eat. Will that work?"

"I guess," said Wanda, still laughing.

"Well," I said. "Shall we go to my bedroom?"

Wanda was very sweet and considerate with Carla, whom she thought was
having her very first lezzie experience. She slowly undressed the
girl, kissing and caressing her. It was very sexual for me to just
watch, even. Wanda was good. I finally crawled up on the bed with
them, and ground my face into Carla's cunt while Wanda and her kissed.
Wanda said "goodness," at that, but I just giggled. Carla started
moaning and writhing around, and I think most of it was real. I
finally moved as Wanda drifted down her body, and as Wanda licked
Carla's pussy, I laid on my back between Wanda's legs, and began to
lick her sweet cunt. 


                              --==+==--


Wanda just couldn't stand it. She had to admit to my dad what we'd
done. As soon as he got home almost, she let it spill out. He was, of
course, very considerate and understanding, and just nodded his head
and smiled. He told Wanda that of course it was okay by him, and it
kind of turned him on a little, even. Carla and I just sat on the
couch and giggled.

Later, Sunday afternoon, my dad and I talked a little more, and he
told me some very interesting things that Wanda had told me. She'd
said that although she loved him very much and fucking him was way
good enough for her, she'd love to have a turn with a young stud, just
for the fun of it. My dad had laughed, and said he'd see what could be
done. He approached me with the idea, and right away I had ideas of my
own.

"Do you think Ben would do it?" he said, and I nodded.

"Probably, but I got a better idea. Let me call Alvin and Terry up."

"Who is Terry?" he asked, and I explained to him, that it was one of
my secret admirers. Ah, he said, nodding. See what you can do.

I got on text right away to Alvin, and told him that my dad's
girlfriend wanted to be fucked by a cool, hip youngster. Of course he
was interested. He hunted for Terry. I got back with my dad and found
out Wanda was coming over again, that night. Good. I could make this
work.

"Daddy," I said, "I'm sorry, but I think you'll be shut out. This is a
ladies night out thing. But you'll have Wanda later tonight, and of
course you'll have me forever."

He just laughed. He understood. It kind of sucked that he and I
couldn't fuck in front of Wanda, but I understood. That was powerful
magic to most people, people who didn't know how much two people could
love each other. 


                              --==+==--


Wanda came over that night, and I had a hard time getting her used to
the idea. She was horrified that my dad had told her, and she was
gonna kick his ass until I convinced her that it was okay. She still
wasn't too sure about underage kids fucking around, I think. She never
actually said yes, but she finally seemed to come to grips with the
idea of two teenaged boys coming over with the intention of fucking
her. She had to go talk to my dad then, and make sure he wasn't
offended, and he had an equally hard time convincing her that he
didn't care, and it'd probably turn him on when he got to hear all the
details. We finally sat on the couch and waited on the boys.

Alvin and Terry finally slunk in, like they were embarrassed or
something. Like they were gonna fuck their own mother or something.
Then again, I can't really say that, I fuck my own dad. We all sat
around on the couch and talked a while, and finally I gravitated
closer and closer to Wanda. I kind of wished Carla was still there, to
help me get things started, but I managed. I finally held Wanda, and
kissed her, and I could tell the boys were gettin' hot and bothered
watching us.

"Get you cocks out," I hissed at them, inbetween kisses. They were
embarrassed all over again, but slowly did it. Wanda watched, while
kissing me, her eyes rolling around in her head. I giggled. The boys
didn't take their pants off, they just pulled their dicks and balls
out. It looked pretty sexy.

"Wanda," I said. "You take one, I'll take the other..."

She looked puzzled, and a little panic stricken. I motioned to Terry.
He came towards me, and I reached for him. I slurped his cock into my
mouth, grinning at Wanda. She hesitantly reached for Alvin, as he
stood in front of her. Ah, I thought, this is cool. Sucking cock with
my old pal Wanda. I hoped this was doing it for her.

An hour later Alvin was wailing away on her pussy as Terry fucked me.
The boys performed well, Alvin brought her to a screaming orgasm, then
Terry stepped in. Alvin made me cum nicely, and I let him cum, then,
pumping my cunt full of his seed. Terry and Wanda finally finished,
and I was amused to see them cuddling. So Alvin and I cuddled a bit. I
finally texted my dad, who was at the garage, and told him it was safe
to come home.

Wanda met him at the door, and they hurried off to his bedroom. I
figured she'd do whatever he wanted, now that she'd got what she
wanted. Terry spent the night with us, the three of us crowded in my
bed, me in the middle. In the middle of the night I felt Terry's
finger in my cunt, and he rubbed and stroked my clit until I had a
nice cum. Alvin never woke up. It was sexy for some reason, and I
played with his cock a while. This was working out nicely, I thought.


                              --==+==--


Later that week, I walked to the mall. I was bored. I walked around
and looked at all the shit I couldn't afford, and that sucked, too.
Finally I ended up at the food court. I got a few tacos, and I was
sitting there eating them when I looked up. Right in front of me,
maybe twenty feet away, there sat this old fart. He was maybe in his
forties, fifties, I dunno. He wasn't in bad shape, maybe a little
belly on him, and pretty thin in the hair department. Getting old must
suck big time, I thought.

He was eating an ice cream cone, and staring at me. He licked it,
sticking his tongue out way long, and licking slowly. I knew instantly
what he was thinking of, he was thinking of eating pussy. Mine,
probably, since he was staring at me. I grinned at him. The old perv.
I was almost surprised he had he nerve to do it, what with all the
shit nowdays about sexual harassment, and shit. Crazy. I watched him
lick the cone down, and I realized it was kind of making me horny. He
finally crunched the shell, and finished it. 

When he stood up, he looked at me one last time. I made the "come
here" signal at him with my finger, and he warily looked around, and
then slowly approached.

"You did that well," I said, and he kind of laughed. I could tell he
was a little suspicious of me, in spite of what he'd done.

"If you wanna do that for real," I said, "follow me."

I stood up, and grabbed my drink. He just stared at me. I figured I
was either blowing his mind, or making his dreams come true. Maybe
both.

We walked back out into the mall. He followed me about two steps
behind me. I knew I looked good, I was wearing a little skirt, and a
shirt on top. And some cute little boots. My hair was in pigtails,
which I like for some reason, and I know that makes me look way
younger than I am.

Speaking of age. About that time I heard him speak, for the first
time. "How old are you, darlin'," he asked.

"Thirteen," I said, lying a little bit. I knew I could pass for
thirteen easy, though. It's hard to tell, nowdays.

"Where's your mother?" he asked, and I laughed.

"My momma's dead and gone," I said. "My dad's at work. I'm here by
myself."

That's what he wanted to hear, I'm sure. He just followed me. I was
going to a department store, and look for some dressing rooms, but as
we walked I saw something else that gave me an idea.

It was a movie theater. I went up to the ticket counter, and turned to
him. "Buy two tickets," I said. He raised his eyebrows at me, but he
got out his billfold and bought two tickets for one of the two movies
showing there. We went in. The movie was already going, and it was
darker than shit in there. I walked all the way down to the front, to
the very first row. Then I walked all the way to the wall, and sat. He
sat beside me.

I sat, and reached down, and pulled my panties off, having to sit up
slightly to do it. I handed them to him, I knew he'd want them. Hell,
he was a pervert. Perverts love panties. I sat back, and then turned
sideways, facing him, my left leg up in the seat. I pulled my skirt
up, and exposed my pussy to him. He stared down with eager eyes, and I
could tell he was in love with me.

"Watch the screen," I whispered. "Just use your fingers, until the
next movie starts."

He understood, and he watched the screen while he played with my pussy
with one hand. He rubbed my clit, and finally stuck his thumb in my
cunt. He slouched lower and lower in the seat, I guess he thought the
people behind us couldn't see what he was doing that way. The way I
was sitting, I could watch the aisle, and let him know if anyone came
to our row. It worked out pretty good.

He played with my pussy for thirty minutes or so, until the movie
ended and everybody filed out. Then we had another fifteen minutes to
kill, until the movie started again. A few people filed in, but nobody
came down front. Good. He just rubbed and played, and I finally sat up
some so he could finger my asshole.

He was slouched way down when the movie finally started, so much that
the people behind us probably couldn't even see his head. He finally
slid of into the sticky floor, and turned around to face me. I sat
back up in the chair, still watching the aisle, and scooted my butt a
little off the front of the chair. I felt his hot breath on my cunt,
and he came closer and closer. I could tell he was smelling me. I knew
I smelled great, I always do. Plus, I hadn't had a bath last night or
this morning, I knew I had a definite smell to me. A definite pussy
smell.

Finally, his tongue touched my clit. Perfect, I growled to myself.
Right on target. I spread my pussy with my fingers, and let him lick.
He was good. I could tell real quick he was good.

The movie was almost two hours long. I still had my drink from the
taco place, and I gave him a drink every now and then, he got so dry
from licking me. I came again and again, I always cum when people lick
me, and the excitement of what we were doing really turned me on. I
knew I was turning him on like crazy. 

Finally, when the movie was about to the spot where we came in, I
pushed him away, and motioned him to get up in the seat. I leaned over
to him, and whispered, "Get your cock out." He did, and I could see it
in the flickering light from the screen. I waited until a dark moment
in the film, and slid into the floor. Shit. My knees stuck to the
floor, that sucked. Well, whatever. I leaned over him, and took his
rock-hard cock in my mouth.

I blew him for twenty minutes, until the credits started. He kept
looking over his shoulder, making sure people were going out, and not
in. I knew the clean-up guy would be along shortly. Shit, hurry up, I
thought.

I guess he realized that, because he finally gave a jerk, and came. He
pumped and pumped, and I gulped and gulped. Tacos and sperm. Yum.


                              --==+==--


I never got his name. I didn't care too. I told him my name was Taffy,
heh. I told him to be here, at the movie theater, exactly one week
from today, to the hour. And maybe, just maybe, I said, I'll be here.
I could tell from his eager look he'd sure as hell be here. I'd really
have to try. I wiped a little bit of dried pussy juice from his chin,
and slowly walked home.


                              --==+==--


One night that week I was over at Carla's. I caught her up on the
adventures with Wanda, and she was sad she'd missed the party. I told
her about blowing the guy at the moves, and she shook her head and
told me I was "way out there," or something like that. I laughed. We
laid around, relaxing, knowing full well that we'd fuck around later.
It's just what we did, any more.

"Cat," she said.

"What..." I replied.

"How long... how long you think you gonna go on, fuckin' your dad?"

"I dunno... I think we got years, before he's too old of an old
fart..." she laughed. "I dunno, Car... I mean it's probably too early
to decide shit like this, but I don't think I'll ever get married, I
just want to live with him, and sleep with him every night. And fuck
around some on the side."

"Yeah... you gotta keep fucking around on the side, you got me on the
side..."

"Carla... darlin'... I consider you as big a part of my life as he
is... I'm always gonna fuck around with you, darlin'..."

We held each other, and I boo-hooed for a while, no idea why. Shit
just seemed to affect me emotionally sometimes. Finally we started
kissing. About that time, somebody banged on her door.

"What, goddammit?" she yelled. I could hear her little brother yelling
on the other side.

"What is your fucking major malfunction?" Carla yelled, "Ralphie! Go
the fuck away!"

He wouldn't stop, and she finally opened the door. Apparently she'd
stolen the remote to his TV at some time, and he was demanding it's
return.

"Carla," I said, that naughty feeling running through my body. I
looked at Ralphie. I think that he was twelve, I'm not sure.

"What?" she stopped arguing with him and looked at me.

I motioned her to me, and put my mouth to her ear. "Carla, we don't
get this chance very often... let's make the best of it... Carla...
let's fuck Ralphie!"

"Oh shit," she just looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Cat... he's
my brother..." she said to me, dead-pan. I just looked at her.

"So?" I said. "I fuck my dad, so what?"

"You what?" said Ralphie.

"That's different," said Carla.

"You do what?" said Ralphie.

"No it's not," I said. "Same difference."

"Cat... it's different... your dad and you love each other."

"You do what with your father?" said Ralphie.

"Ralphie. You heard her. She fucks her father. Ralphie and I don't
love each other."

"You do?" he asked me.

"Yes," I said, "Carla, you don't wanna admit it, but you two love each
other."

"Your dad?" he said.

"Yes, her dad," Carla said. "We will love each other some day, yes.
Right now he's a pest."

"He'll be less of a pest if you fuck him, I guarantee you that," I
said. I felt sure of it.

"Yes, I will," he said, nodding his head eagerly.

"Ralphie, you're too young, you don't even know what fucking is," said
Carla.

"I do too," he stubbornly said. "It's when a guy puts his whinger in a
girl's juice hole."

"Yeah, close... but you're still too young."

"Ralphie," I said. "Do you cum yet? Are you old enough to get
hard-ons?"

That kind of embarrassed him, to have to admit that. Although, he did
seem intrigued by what I was offering to him.

"Yes," he finally said, squirming. "My wiener get hard and squirts
when I play with it. If I don't, it squirts at night while I'm
sleepin'."

"See?" I told Carla. "He's old enough. Come on, let's have a little
fun."

"Shit," said Carla. "Mom and Dad are gonna kill me."

"They'll never know," I said. "Ralphie... if we fuck you, will you
tell?"

"No way," he said, "I'd get in trouble too."

"See?" I said, "We're safe. Come on, Ralphie, lock the door..."

"This is your baby..." said Carla. "I'm just sittin' back and
watchin'." I laughed at her. We'll see, I thought. We'll see.


                              --==+==--


"Ralphie..." I said, when he came back and sat on the bed. "Did it
turn you on the other day when you saw me and Carla making out?"

"Yeah..." he looked guiltily at her. "I went to my room... and played
with my weenie, after..."

That turned me on, to think of a young boy masturbating after watching
me. I leaned forward and rubbed his cock, still in his shorts. He
started to pull away from me, and then stopped.

"Come on, let's get naked!" I said, stripping my shirt off. My shorts
and panties followed. He was just sitting there staring at me, his
mouth open.

"Shit, Ralphie, come on." I said, and he slowly stood, and inched his
shorts down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cute little cock
stood straight out from his body. Good. He was ready to play.

"Oh god," said Carla, and I giggled at her. I lay down on my stomach
on the bed, and reached for Ralphie. I pulled him to me, and sucked
his cock into my mouth.

He was fun to suck, even though his cock was the smallest I'd had, so
far. I even sucked his balls into my mouth, something I couldn't do
with the big boys. He seemed to be having a good time, at least.

"Ralphie," I said. I was dying to try this. I turned over on my back,
and changed the direction I was laying in. I sat on the edge of
Carla's bed, and spread my legs wide.

"Ralphie, this is my pussy, and I'm sure you're aware," I said. I
reached down and spread my pussy lips wide, so he could get a good
look. "Go ahead, get down on your knees, and get a good look."

He knelt between my legs, and devoured my pussy with his eyes. I
looked at Carla, grinning, and she rolled her eyes.

"Come on, bitch," I said. "Get naked." She shook her head, and yanked
her shirt over her head. Damn... her tits looked good...

I came back, and continued my pussy lesson with Ralphie.

"This is my clit, dear, and this is my pee-hole. Touch me if you
want... or lick me if you want..."

He just wanted to stare for a while, then he hesitantly reached out a
finger and touched my clit. I nodded encouragement, and he played
around some more.

"You ain't got no hair," he said. "Miss Weston got hair down there."

Everything stopped while we wheedled the story out of him. It seems
one of his teachers last year, a certain Miss Weston, was a bit of a
show-off. He said he'd seen her pussy four or five times, when he'd
stayed in from recess once, and another time when he'd stayed late.
She'd hiked up her dress as she sat across from him and another boy,
and let them stare at her sweet spot, while she did book work.

That turned me on greatly, for some reason. Being a teacher sounded
like fun, to me. All those innocent young boys to corrupt. And maybe
even a few of the girls.

"Robby, I don't got hair 'cause I shave," I finally said. "But it's
okay. Hair or no hair, it's still pussy."

"Carlie..." he said, "You got hair?"

"Nope, I shave, too," she said, yanking her panties down, and showing
him her pussy. I touched his finger, which was pulling on my pussy
lips.

"Stick it in if you want," I told him, and he slowly pushed his finger
into my body. It didn't feel as good as a cock, of course, but what we
were doing was kind of exciting me.

"Ralphie... eat my pussy, darlin'," I said, leaning back, spreading
myself wide.

"My friend Ed says... pussy tastes bad..." Ralphie finally said. Shit.
I sat back up.

"Ralphie. Maybe some stinky old hoes taste bad. But I guarantee you
mine tastes great. Here." I reached down and rubbed my finger around
inside my pussy. It was pretty juicy, even. I stuck my finger in my
mouth, tasting myself, and damn, I was right. I tasted good.

"It's different, but good. You might have to get a little used to it,
but you gotta like it. It's pussy!" I said.

He slowly leaned down further and further. I finally felt his tongue
on my clit. Weird how they seemed to know, I thought. 

"Smush it around," I said. "Wiggle it with your tongue."

Ralphie took the lessons well. He was soon eating me like a pro. Carla
was now sitting naked on the bed beside me. I turned to her, and we
kissed.

"Carlie..." said Ralphie. "Can I taste you, too?"

Carla sighed heavily, and looked down at him. "Shit. I guess. But
don't think this means you get privileges."

He didn't reply, he just scooted over, and began licking his sister's
clit. Goddam, I thought, how cool. How goddam fucking cool. I did
this. This was my idea. And it's fucking cool.


                              --==+==--


We finally ran Ralphie out a little after midnight. Jeezus, we'd
fucked around for hours. Getting fucked by him was fun, but his dick
was pretty small... I could feel him, but he didn't fill me up like my
dad or Alvin did. Oh well, I did it for him, not me, and hell, he
seemed to have a great time. After he fucked me, he recovered in
twenty minutes, and crawled on top of his sister, and fucked the
ever-lovin' shit out of her. He did good, and I was proud of him. I
think even Carla was impressed. I finally leaned down, while he was
fucking her, and buried my face in his ass, licking his asshole. He
tensed up and then relaxed, and then just kept on fucking her. I
licked his asshole until he came inside his sister, and I felt him
relax. It was sexier than shit.

After he left Carla and I just laid there in each other's arms, and
went to sleep. She was polite enough not to mention that my face
smelled like Ralphie's butt. The night passed, and we finally had to
get up, and off we went to school.


                              --==+==--


School was actually kinda fun that week, for one reason, mainly. I got
this idea. I have lots of ideas, but this one was a pretty good one.
Well, a pretty wicked one. It was after school, and Carla and I were
walking to the parking lot. Our school's goofy-ass football team was
down on the field, practicing. Well, probably just trying to figure
out their asses from holes in the ground. They hadn't won a game, yet.
"Carla," I said, the idea just coming out of nowhere.

"Whut," she said, in that disgusted tone of voice she was so good at.
I giggled.

"Let's sneak in the locker room, and fuck the football team."

She just stared at me.

"Are you fuckin' nuts?" she finally said.

"Hell no!" I said. "Come on, while they're on the field. Follow me."

I stared down beside the field, and the guys got even more fucked up
and uncoordinated when they saw two foxy females walking past. It was
amusing. I could tell how bad most of them wanted us. Girls can just
tell.

We went to the other end of the building, where the girl's locker room
was, then walked all the way around the back of the building, and
hurried into the boy's locker room door at the other end.

If we ran into anybody, I had some excuse ready about getting a book
back or something, but nobody was there. The coach's office was empty,
thank goodness. We were kinda lost, never having been in there before,
but there wasn't too many doors, and finally we went into the showers.
It was dark and kind of stinky, but what the hell. Carla was shaking
her head and making noises like she wanted to leave, but I didn't give
her a choice.

"Come on, bitch... strip..." I said, and started pulling my clothes
off. Carla sighed, and followed. Soon we were deliciously naked, and
we hid our clothes in a lock-less locker. We went down to the end, and
around the corner where the showers were, and waited for the team.

It took fucking forever. Finally we got a little warmed up, and kissed
around on each other, waiting for them. I had just started rubbing
Carla's asshole when I heard the first wave of guys hit the showers.

"Okay," I whispered. "Here we go. Let me do the talking."

"This is your baby," said Carla, rolling her eyes.

The guys were undressing, obviously. When the first guy came around
the corner to the showers and saw us, he froze in mid-stride. The look
on his face was worth a million bucks. I couldn't help giggling. I
knew the guy, he was in my English class.

"Craig," I said. "You win first prize. You may fuck me."

His dick was already 45'd out from his crotch, maybe just from being
freed up, who knows. He got this momentary panicked look on his face,
I think when he realized he was naked in front of two girls, but he
came towards me anyway. I held out my hands, and he hugged me,
squeezing my naked body to his. About that time two other guys came
around the corner and I heard their exclamations. I don't think there
were naked girls in the guy's shower very often.

I got down on my hands and knees, and pointed my ass towards Craig. He
got the idea pretty quick and dropped to his knees. There was like
twenty guys in the room by now. Shit. It smelled sexy, sweaty and
damp, from the showers, and the twenty or so sweaty bodies. I was
turned on like crazy just from the smell. This was gonna be fun. And
take a while, I realized.

"Robert," said one kid. "You're elected. Guard the door, and whistle
if you see the coach."

"Aw, man," Robert was not pleased. I turned and spoke. "Bob. I'll make
it worth your time, if you do."

He finally agreed, and off he went. Carla had kneeled by now, and
motioned two guys to join her. Cool, I thought. One at each end. I
motioned to a random guy to come to me, and he did. He was good and
hard already. I took him in my mouth, as Craig slid his cock in and
out of my cunt. Yep, I thought. This was a good idea. A bunch of
sweaty football numbskulls, and two horny bitches. A good combination.


                              --==+==--


My legs were trembling as we walked back to the parking lot. I'd been
thoroughly fucked. Totally fucked. I figured I'd take fifteen guys, at
least. I'd sucked a fucking gallon or two of sperm down my throat. No
dinner tonight. I finally let Robert fuck me, and he came inside me,
the only one I let. His finger was in my asshole, as his hard cock
squirted load after load of cum deep inside me. It was fucking hot.
Carla looked a little ragged, and I figured I probably did, too.
Fucking that many guys is work. I took a quick shower afterwards, and
suddenly four guys clustered around me, hiding my body as the coach
looked around the corner and told them to hurry up. Sweet jeezus, we'd
been in there an hour, at least... every one of the guys on the team
got to fuck either Carla or myself, and most of them did both of us.
It was an afternoon to remember, for fucking sure.

I kinda hoped the guys kept their lips sealed, I told them too, if
they ever wanted it to happen again. I didn't figure they would,
though. In a way I almost wanted word to get out, I guess I'm just
evil like that. I wanted the other girls to know they weren't safe
from me, sexual predator that I am. I could get fucked by their guy
any time I wanted.


                              --==+==--


That night I was actually pretty tired, but my dad was unusually
horny. He started in on me even before we went to bed, and tickled me
on the couch, finally pulling my t-shirt off and playing with my tits.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" he finally asked. "You tired?"

"I had a hard day at school, daddy," I said, sighing. I tried to perk
up for him. "I'll be okay..."

"Want me to give you the night off?" he asked. I wondered if he was
serious. He hadn't given me a night off since we started fucking.

"No, daddy. Just do what you want, and I'll probably just lay there.
Is that okay?"

He laughed. "That's more than okay. I love you, darlin'..."

"I love you too, daddy. Come on, let's go to bed."

And off to bed we went.


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