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Title:    Little Miss Rich Bitch
Author:   MeatBot
Keywords: teen, cons, incest

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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
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If it offends you, it was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't
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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 all made up. I've never been to Bermuda, and know nothing about it.
If I've made mistakes, just grin and bear it. It's just a fucking
story, folks. If you don't like it, 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 became sexually active last summer. It just blossomed in my mind, or
something. I hadn't really thought of sex that much, until suddenly it
became the most important thing in the world to me. I mean, I'd played
with my clitty bump and shit, who hasn't. But suddenly, it mattered.

I tried to seduce Rover, our butler, but he didn't seduce. I worked on
the yard guy, and he seemed willing, but he was too afraid of my dad.
Finally I struck gold with the pool guy. He was only seventeen, and he
was pretty fearless. Of my dad, at least. Him and my dad had seemed to
hit it off pretty well. Not that it mattered, we were very careful not
to get caught. He was damn careful. Anyway, he popped my cherry in the
poolhouse, when my dad was away on business, and he did a damn good
job of it. I still fuck him occasionally, although he doesn't work for
us any more.

I pretty much fuck anybody that'll go a round with me. I've fucked
rich and poor, young and old, boy and girl, man and beast. I'm only
fifteen now, but I like to think I've already pretty much done it all.
Is what's weird is how much sex still turns me on. It's something I
haven't seemed to get used to, yet. It never gets old.

The funny thing is, my daddy still thinks I'm a virgin. I know, he's
got a blind spot where I'm concerned, like most dads. Someday I'll
have to burst his bubble. 

I get along great with Chelsea, my dad's girlfriend. Hell, of course I
do, she's almost my age. She's nineteen. He's forty-one, I know, I
know... she's no dummy, she knows what he keeps her around for. She's
ready to shake her moneymaker whenever he winks. She blows him every
night at dinnertime, while he and I sit at the long table and eat.
She's underneath, sucking his cock. She doesn't get to eat until he
cums. Sometimes I drop my napkin and try to peek at her, but it's a
damn long table. I've never managed to see my dad's cock, although
Chelsea tells me he's a beast. I'd like to see for myself, frankly.

One night Chelse and I were laying in my bed, talking. She'd just
fucked my dad, and put him to bed. Then she came to me, like she does
quite often. She's a hell of a good cunt-licker, and I'm not to bad,
myself. I like to be on bottom, and she curls up on top of me, her
cunt in my face, my cunt in hers, and away we go. I don't consider us
done until I cum a half dozen times or so. I'm good at that shit.

The funny thing is, though I've never seen my dad's cock, I know well
what his cum tastes like, I've licked it out of Chelsea's cunt a
hundred times, at least. I mean, cum is cum, but it turns me on for
some reason to know it's my dad's cum. Weird.

"Chelse..." I said, sighing.

"What, luv..." she said.

"You goin' to the island with us, this spring?"

"I dunno... your dad hasn't told me yet... do you think he'll want me
to go?"

"Prolly... just to have you on standby if nothing else..."

"Does he have lots... of girlfriends down there?"

"Well... no more than anywhere... I mean, there's always some chicks
ready to throw themselves at him, when they figure out who he is... if
they know what he's worth."

"Yeah... I guess... I hope I get to go."

"I hope you do too," I said, and leaned down and kissed her, right on
the lips. She tasted good. She tasted like my cunt, actually. I tasted
good. I love the taste of pussy. I almost think I'm a lezzie
sometimes. I mean, I love cocks, but I don't like guys that much. Guys
are smart-asses, and mean sometimes. Some guys get off treating me
like shit, because they know I'm a rich bitch. I hate that. Girls are
jealous of me usually, but they treat me okay. Or maybe because I'm a
girl I can stay one step ahead of them or something.

"We'll prolly go sometime in March," I said, and she nodded. "We have
access to a private beach, which is topless, so dress light. It's
funner than shit."

She nodded again. "I'm looking forward to it. Like I said, I hope I
get to go."

"He'll prolly take you," I said. "He's comfortable with you. You're
familiar to him by now."

"Yeah," she said. "Yeah."

I decided that was enough talking. I slid down her body, and spread
her legs with my hands. She had the cutest little cunt, and a nice
little patch of blonde pussy hair. I was depped already, nice and
smooth. Still, sometimes I regretted it. It would be cool to shave
designs in it, like she did. I was in the middle of deciding if I
wanted a tattoo on my pussy mound or not. I thought I did, but I hate
needles. Maybe next year I would. I'd get my friend Cyra to get me
some pain pills or something. I just don't handle pain well.

I finally got to cum again, and at last Chelsea wandered back to my
dad's end of the house. I got some sleep.


                              --==+==--


The next day, I was driving through downtown Miami when I got stopped.
Well, shit. That sucked. I had my fake license, the one my dad got me,
with my fake "of-age" persona on it. At least I wouldn't get busted
for being only fifteen. I'd floated a stop sign, or some such goofy
shit.

I was surprised when the cop came to my window. He was young, and hot.
He made my tongue hard. He was wearing a cute little pair of shorts,
and his legs looked good. I pushed my sunglasses up onto my forehead,
and stared out the window, down at his legs. He cleared his throat
finally.

"Yes?" I purred. He asked to see my license, insurance, all the usual
crap, and everything was in order. My mind was churning on how to keep
this going for a while.

"I'm sorry, officer," I said, "what did I do?"

"You crossed the center line a time or two... just wanted to make sure
you were okay," he said. I nodded.

I motioned him to get closer, and he leaned down. I breathed in his
face, to show him I hadn't been drinking, plus, hey, it's kinda
intimate. I knew my breath smelled good. It always smells good. I even
brush my tongue.

He kind of flinched, anyway. I know he wasn't used to getting that
close to... perps like me. But he stayed down, at least.

I looked at his badge again. Brett. "Brett..." I said, trying to sound
seductive without sounding too slutty, "maybe you could give me
driving lessons sometimes." I reached in my purse and pulled out one
of my cards. Well, it's not really "my card", they're just business
cards I pick up and write my name and number on the back, for times
like this. I gave him one and he took it.

"Call me sometime," I said. "Like tonight. Please." I smiled at him,
and he smiled back, and put the card in his pocket. A little more
small talk, him telling me to drive carefully and shit, and he let me
go. I hoped I'd started something. Having a cop for a fuck buddy would
be too cool. It might even come in handy someday.


                              --==+==--


Anyway, off I drove to Cherise's. Cherise's is a trendy little clothes
store that I love for some reason. I'd pretty much made her business a
success, single-handedly. I probably spent three or four grand a month
there, at least, if not more. She had cool, off-the-wall stuff, like
what I liked.

She had some new shit, and we spent an hour with me trying shit on,
and her recommending or not recommending. She had a good eye. And she
had a good eye for me.

Finally we got down to business. She told the girls out front to mind
the store. They giggled and rolled their eyes at each other, they new
what was going to happen next. Cherise and I went in the back, in the
little store-room area at the back of the store.

Cherise is thirty-something, and fine. She's blonde, unlike me, and
has piercing blue eyes. Her face is staggeringly beautiful, it was fun
to watch men come in the store with their wives, and see her for the
first time. Men couldn't keep their eyes off her. She would give a
classical sculptor an instant ejaculation. She was beautiful.

And, it didn't stop there. Her breasts were incredible, firm and high,
with the biggest nipples I've ever seen. Way bigger than mine, and
mine are pretty goddam big. Her tits were the things teenaged boys
could only dream of. And her butt was hard, high and firm, too. She
had it all. I'd run into her two years ago, and we'd fucked the first
day I met her. I think she actually loved me, and I loved the shit out
of her. If I ever decide to be gay, I used to think, she's the one for
me. She was my soul-mate, I think.

We stripped each other, she literally tore my thong getting it off. We
were both breathing in gasps. When I fucked around with her, something
just took me over completely, it seemed like. I plastered my lips to
hers, and sucked her saliva into my mouth. She made me insane with
lust.

Within seconds we were on the floor. I was on bottom, where I loved to
be. I love to feel the weight of people on top of me, for some reason.
Her cunt was being ground into my face, and her tongue was in my
pussy. Nobody did oral better than Cherise. Nobody but me, maybe.

We kissed, licked, sucked and tongued each other for maybe an hour.
Finally I heard the door open, and a girl named Dawn entered. Dawn had
done this before. I welcomed her with open legs. She stripped, and
joined us on the floor.

Cherise finally got up and found her purse, on a desk. She got out the
device. Ha ha, I thought, now the fun really begins. Cherise had
bought the bitch online somewhere, and it was something special. It
was a vibrator, fairly small, but it was intense. It buzzed like an
insane locust. She smashed it against my clit, and I came within
seconds. She just held it to me, laughing, and I came for the longest
time ever. Dawn and Cherise laughed and giggled, and I came. I finally
came back to earth, and grabbed the vibrator. I held it to Cherise's
clit, and it was her turn to cum. When she was done, I licked it and
stuck it up her ass, and licked her pussy until she came again. Then
it was Dawn's turn. Cherise, bless her nasty little heart, licked the
vibrator clean first, and then plastered it against Dawn's clit. The
girl just blew up, cumming like a volcano. Damn, that bitch was
intense. It was well worth a new set of double-A's every time.

We lay there for a while, cooling off, giggling and talking.

"Shur..." I said. "We going to the island in a few weeks. I'll miss
this shit."

"Oh, you little bitch," said Cherise, sighing. "Take me with you. Let
me see how the other half lives."

"I wish I could, darlin'," I said. I'd thought more than once about
introducing Cherise to my dad. She was as intensely sexual as he was,
they might make a good match. I loved her too much, really, though, I
knew my dad doesn't treat his fucktoys very well. Chelsea, case in
point. I didn't want him to chew her up and spit her out, like he
does.

"What do you mean, the island?" asked Dawn. Dawn was a fox, but a poor
little lower-middle class fox. I knew she didn't have any idea how
people like me lived.

"Bermuda," I said, and she nodded. I knew she'd be lucky to visit
there once, in her life. I felt a little sorry for her, but hey,
that's life.

We lay around for a while longer, and finally I got up. I had to keep
moving. I had shit to do.


                              --==+==--


I went to Walley-world, and bought some bathroom shit. I went through
the clothes, turning my nose up and the cheap shit, but I found a few
shirts I liked, and threw them in my cart. Sometimes I liked the
cheap, middle-class look. An old man was staring at me, his wife
looking at frumpy dresses behind him. On impulse, I pulled my skirt up
and my panties down, and flashed my beaver at him, winking. He just
stood there with his mouth open, staring at my cunt. I was almost sad
to hide it again. I winked at him again, and left. I hoped I'd made
his day. Getting old must suck, I decided again.


                              --==+==--


I got back home. I looked for David's truck, but he wasn't there.
Maybe he'd come tomorrow. He usually came and checked the pool every
two or three days.

One of my dad's cars was missing, so I knew either he or Chelsea was
gone. It was her, he was laying in the sun in the back yard. I went
out, and lay down in a chair beside him. I yanked my t-shirt over my
head, and pulled my bra off, scratching beneath my breasts where it
felt so good to do. Damn, I got tired of bras, but I didn't want my
nice perky tits to get all saggy before I was twenty.

"Daddy..." I said, and he nodded, never opening his eyes. I knew he
knew I was topless, I'm usually topless, when I'm home. I loved the
feel of his eyes on my tits. His, and Rover's. Rover loved to stare at
my beautiful tits too. That's why I'm still surprised he didn't jump
at the opportunity to get his hands on them. Crazy.

"Daddy," I said again, "I want a new car. I'm tired of that goddam
old-lady mobile. I want a Mini Cooper, like Cyra's."

"Mini Coopers are cheap little pieces of shit. And they leak oil," my
dad said, without opening his eyes. I knew he was savoring the moment,
before he fastened his peepers on my fabulous nips. I rolled over, so
he could get a perfect view of them when he finally decided to look.

"I don't care," I said. "They look cool. Buy me one with everything. "

"Talk to Rover," he said, "tell him to sell the Beemer and you can get
a Mini. I don't care, actually."

I knew he didn't really give a shit. And, it was true, I wanted one. I
watched his face. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, looking towards
the sound of my voice.

I have a weird relationship with my father. He's my real dad, not a
step-dad or anything, which probably just makes it a little weirder. I
know he lusts after me, I can see it in his eyes, and he's a
straight-forward kinda guy. He says what he wants to say, with no
fear. He tells me all the time I'm a fox, and that I look good. He's
said more than once that he'd like a taste of me. I know he would,
he's actually even more amoral than I am, if you can believe it. He's
been used to getting what he wants his whole life, everything, I
think, with the possible exception of me. In a way, that's why I
didn't give in, just to give him that feeling. The unusual feeling of
not getting what he wanted. It was still kind of fun to see him
perving over me, though.

He stared, actually licking his lips. I giggled, making my boobies
bounce. He sighed loudly. I was used to his theatrics. I did theatrics
well, too.

"Girl..." he finally said. "You are looking fine today." He just
stared at my tits. 

"Thanks for the new car, daddy," I said, and he nodded absently.
"Daddy..." I had a thought. "Are you taking Chelsea when we go to the
island?"

He was silent for a while, still staring at me. Finally he spoke.

"I dunno... what do you think? I almost think I need a break from her
sometimes... to keep her fresh..."

"Whatever you think, Daddy..." I said. I knew he was going to do
whatever he wanted, in any case. "She's a lot of fun, I'd love to have
her along... I'd keep her entertained, when you didn't want her
around..."

"Yes," he said. "I bet you would. Trixie, honey... do you and Chelsea
make out? I've noticed that sometimes in the morning her face smells
like pussy, and I don't think she can reach her own..."

I giggled. So what if he knew. I didn't figure it would do anything
except turn him on.

"Yeah," I said. "We fuck. We did just last night, in fact. You go to
sleep too early to get in on that shit."

He laughed, kind of wistfully, for him, I thought. "Damn," he said.
"That is sexier than shit. I'll have to give the bitch a raise. Damn."

We just lay there, in the hot sun, and roasted for a while. I dozed
occasionally. Finally the door slammed, and I heard Chelsea's voice.

"Roman..." she said, and my dad made a noise, "Some guy from the bank
called on my number, looking for you. Something about the Platt
group."

"Shit," said my dad, "You should have called me. I was expecting that
call."

"Sorry, I was too close to home," she said, and I heard him go in the
house.

"How was your day?" she asked, and I opened my eyes. She stood there,
looking good in a little pink sundress thing.

"Great," I said. "I went to Cherise's for my weekly fuck, and then
Walley-world, where I showed an old man my beaver. You?"

"Not that interesting," she said. "Just grocery shopping and shit."

She lay beside me, after she stripped her dress off. She looked cute
in a little blue pair of panties. I rolled off my recliner, and pushed
it over next to hers, then crawled back onto it.

She giggled, and I leaned into her, and we kissed. She was sweet, and
a good kisser.

"Chelse..." I said, "I'm trying to talk my dad into taking you. I hope
he does."

"Me too. It sounds like fun."

"Lemme give you some advice, though. My dad being the occasionally
spiteful bastard that he is, don't let him know how bad you want to
go. Pretend like it don't matter either way to you. He'll turn you
down for sure, if he knows how bad you want it."

"Yeah, I kinda noticed he's like that..." she said, laughing. I
touched my lips to hers again. I loved her very much, I realized.
Shit. If my dad wasn't a borderline jerk, she might end up being my
stepmother.

"Chelse," I said again. "Daddy knows we fuck. He asked, and I told
him. He said your face smells like pussy sometimes."

We both giggled at that. "Does it bother him?" she asked.

"Hell no," I said, "he said it turns him on. Chelse... I'm halfway
thinking of something to do someday..."

"What?" she said.

"A threesome. Me, you and him. What do you think of that?"

She was silent for a while. 

"Well, shit, I dunno," she finally said. "You can do whatever you want
to do, I guess. I wouldn't mind being in the middle of that. And I
know he wants a taste of your ass, he's told me that, before."

"Yeah, he makes it kinda obvious," I said.

"You think you could still be his little girl, if you let him fuck
you?"

"I dunno. That's why I haven't done it yet. I don't know how he'd come
to grips with it. The way he is, I really don't think anything would
change. He'd better not treat me like shit, afterwards. You know how
he is. But, who knows."

"Yeah. Would you actually fuck him?"

"I suppose. And, I admit, I'm curious. After what you, and Donice have
both said about his cock. If it's really that big, I couldn't help
myself, I'd go for it. I don't care what they say, Chelse, size
matters." Donice was daddy's girlfriend before Chelsea. I'd loved her,
but he'd finally dumped her when she hit twenty-four. His target age
was a little younger than that.

She giggled. "Yeah, he's a monster. He's the biggest I've ever taken,
and I've even done some basketball players before." We lay in the hot
sun, and talked about shit, and giggled the rest of the afternoon.


                              --==+==--


To my great satisfaction, Brett the cop called me about sevenish that
evening. We had a nice little chat, maybe ten minutes worth, and I
hung up with the promise of a date next Tuesday evening. He seemed
like a nice guy. That was okay. I could do nice, and still have a good
time.


                              --==+==--


That night, about eight o'clock, Cyra picked me up, and we went
clubbing. I had on a pink miniskirt, and some high boots. I looked
sexier than fuck, I thought, and Cyra told me I did, too. I had my
hair in a rough braid, and it still reached my butt, it was so long. I
almost never wear jewelry, but, on a whim, I'd clipped on some gaudy
costume jewelry shit I'd found in my grandmother's old jewelry box. It
looked goofy, but cool.

Cyra had on a miniskirt, too, a dark blue one, and some little
ankle-high boots. She had all kinds of jewelry on, several necklaces,
and all kinds of small earring. She had seven holes in one ear, and
five in the other. She looked fine, tonight, and I knew together we
were incredible. We'd give a dead man a boner, I knew. 

"Cyra," I said, after I got in her car. "Are you wearing panties,
darling?"

She laughed. "Hell no. I do got some in my purse, just in case. You?"

"Hell no. On a night like this? Hell no." I said, laughing. I spread
my legs and felt the air conditioning blowing on my sweaty cunt. It
felt good. I smeared my hand down there, smearing the sweat around. I
sniffed my hand. Sweaty cunt smell, damn, that was sexy. I loved the
smells my body made. Even my asshole smells good. Well, it smells
sexy, at least.

We drove into downtown. We finally decided on Finagle's, and drove
south a few blocks. The place was packed as usual, but I knew we
wouldn't have to wait, and we didn't. In we went.

Darren Smith was there, with his usual crew, sitting at "his" table. I
sighed. I tolerated Darren, he was, after all, the sweetheart of the
Miami club scene. He liked me, well, he was so old that he perved over
me, but he really liked me. Way more than I liked him. He got us
seated, with me right next to him, of course. Shit. I knew I'd
probably have to blow him, before the night was over.

There was some new kid at the table, and I really liked the looks of
him. He was young, probably not eighteen yet, as was I. He was a
blonde, which I don't usually go for, but what the hell. He looked
like a surfer, and I like surfers. Brainless, but sweet, usually. I
finally got up and asked him to dance. He seemed surprised, but he
followed me out on the dance floor.

Finally, a slow song. He was a passable dancer, and he held me, at
last, and we danced slowly, moving with the crowd. We talked, and I
found out his name was Nevin. Typical surfer name, I thought. I
finally hugged myself against him, and let him hold me.

We finally returned to the table, and sat and talked. I could see
Darren glaring at me, but I didn't give a shit. Darren thought he was
the matchmaker of Miami, and I figured that he hadn't planned on me
hooking up with Nevin. Not that any hooking up had happened yet. I
knew Darren wanted me for himself, in any case. Fuck him, though. He
could make or break people, but he couldn't make or break me. I was my
father's daughter, I was above even him, socially.

The night ground on. The great game went on all around us, but I only
had eyes for Nevin. I watched him dance with other girls, not jealous.
I hadn't seen one yet with him that I couldn't take him away from. I
was confident.

We finally found a quiet corner, and kissed for the first time. He was
a good kisser, better than most guys. Pretty quick his hand was in my
shirt, feeling of my fat nipple. I was oozing juice, down below. I was
so wet I almost wished I had on panties. Pussy juice dripping down
your leg looks kind of gauche, although I knew it would just turn guys
on.

"Nevin..." I put my face to his ear and whispered loudly, trying to be
heard over the music. "Come with me to the bathroom..."

Finagle's has unisex bathrooms, but he stopped at the door anyway. I
tugged at his hand.

"Come on. I meant come in with me," I said, and he nodded. Oh, his
lips said. We went in.

Goddam, I thought. Somebody had dropped an atom bomb. Damn. You don't
shit, in unisex bathrooms. Peeing only, please. I drug Nevin back to
the end stall, and inside. I had to stand beside the toilet so he
could enter, and shut the door. I turned the lock.

"Nevin," I whispered, "Fuck me, darling..." I straddled the toilet,
leaning up against the tile wall. My butt was sticking out, and I
reached back and flipped my skirt up over my ass.

"Are you sure, darlin'?" he said, and I nodded. Of course I'm fucking
sure, I thought. Jeezus. Who wouldn't jump at the chance of fucking
sweet adorable little me? Surely I was his type. Any girl that puts
out is usually a guy's type, anyway.

I waited while he unzipped his slacks and drew his cock out. I
couldn't see behind me very well, but he looked to be an appropriate
size. Good. I felt him rub my but, and finger my asshole, and I
sighed. Good. We were getting going, finally.

I felt the tip of his cock on my pussy lips, my wet, juicy oozing
pussy lips, and he slid inside me. Damn. He had a nice fat cock. He
felt good. He quickly established a nice rhythm, and began fucking me
properly. I tried to keep quiet, and luckily the music outside was
noisy enough it hid my little groans and moans.

People came and went, peed and went, I mean, and I heard somebody in
the stall next to us. I giggled, knowing our feet would be visible. It
would be obvious what we were doing. Well, we weren't the first people
to fuck in the bathroom at Finagle's. And we wouldn't be the last.

Somebody pounded on the wall next to us, and I felt Nevin recoil in
shock. 

"That you, Trixie?" a girl's voice said, and I realized it was Cyra.
She'd seen my boots and recognized me. I giggled, and replied.

"You gettin' fucked, girl?" she asked, and I said, "Yeah. You?"

"Yeah," she said, laughing. Nevin just fucked away. He was nice and
steady. I felt one of his fingers reaching around my hip, down under
me, and wiggling around on my clit. That felt fine. His other hand was
playing around with my asshole, rubbing my puckered sweetness.

"Stick your finger in, darlin'," I whispered loudly, and Nevin pushed
his middle finger into my asshole, after licking it. Damn... that felt
sexy... I loved to be fucked, with a finger up my ass. It...
stimulated me.

I finally came, to my satisfaction. A few minutes later, the second
time I came, I felt Nevin cum, too, and I figured the show was over.
He finally slid out of my cunt, and I stood and turned and hugged him.

"Thanks, baby," I said, and he nuzzled me and mumbled things back to
me. I could hear Cyra cumming in the stall next door, and we giggled
some more. It was a pretty good night, all in all.


                              --==+==--


We took a taxi home, giggling. The driver almost ran off the road a
dozen times, watching us kiss in the back seat. I got a weird
relationship with Cyra, she's my best friend, and I tell her almost
everything, she knows I've made out with a hundred other girls, but
I've never fucked around with her. All we've ever done is kiss. In a
way, I think we're waiting until the suspense is just killing us, then
I think we'll finally fuck ourselves silly. I'm willing to wait, it'll
be worth it. I lover her dearly, although she's such a slob I couldn't
imagine living with her.


                              --==+==--


I slept 'til noon the next day. It had been a fun night. And I never
had to blow Darren, I'd seen some other girl under the table, and he
wouldn't look at me after Nevin and I had come back from the bathroom.
I think he knew we'd fucked, something I wouldn't do for him. 

Anyway, I laid around most of the afternoon, and finally dragged
myself up about three-ish. I went downstairs in my little nighty. My
dad was at the dining room table, with three other men in suits. Shit.
Too late to go back upstairs and change. It didn't matter, I like
showing off anyway.

"My daughter, Trixie," I heard my dad say, as I stumbled through,
heading for the kitchen. I knew I looked good, the top was almost
see-through, and I knew my fat pink nipples showed up pretty good. I
made a little wave, and disappeared into the kitchen. Rover was in
there, peeling potatoes. Rover is our butler, technically, but he
mostly just does whatever he wants around the house. He imagines
himself a master chef, and we get to try out his creations. He's a
good cook, at least.

I know Rover likes me. He stares at me as much as my dad does. I like
to give him a little show. I pranced around, sniffing what he was
cooking, bouncing up and down so my boobs bounced, shit like that. I
knew my tits looked good in this nightgown. I liked teasing him.

Like now. "Rover," I said, "why don't you wanna fuck me? Don't I look
pretty enough for you?" I figured someday I'd wear him down. I mean,
it was kind of a contest now, me against him.

"Miss," he said, which is what he always called me. He looked down his
long nose at my tits. "I would love to do you the honor, but you are
my employer. It would not be... fitting."

I laughed. "My dad is your employer. I'm not shit."

"My dear, don't say that. You will always be big shit where I'm
concerned."

That got a laugh out of me. Just to make his day I pulled my panties
down, and my nightgown up over my neck, turned around and bent over at
the waist and looked at him through my spread legs. I could feel my
tits hanging down, and I knew they were in plain sight. I knew my
asshole and cunt were, too. Okay, that's kind of slutty, I admit it.
Slutty, but fun.

I left him with a dreamy smile on his face, and came back out of the
kitchen with a box of cereal. I stood and watched my dad and the guys
as I munched handfuls of it.

"The entertainment area will include playgrounds and even a small
outdoor theater," my dad was saying, obviously trying to sell them on
some project of his. The guys were barely listening, now that I was
there, though. They kept stealing glances at me, to my amusement.
Finally I had a heart, and went into the living room and laid on the
couch and watched TV.

The guys finally left, and my dad came and sat down beside me.

"Did you sell it?" I asked, and he laughed.

"Don't know. They'll call in a week or two," he said. I nodded.

"Trix," he said, "I've decided. We're gonna take Chelsea with us, and
were gonna take the clipper. To the island. It'll take two days
probably, but it'll be fun. We haven't done open seas in a while."

Oh, yes, that would be cool. The clipper was ninety feet long. He
owned half of it, with one of his business partners. It was a fun
boat. It usually had a crew of three. Maybe one of them would be young
and cute and horny. And, with Chelse along, it'd be even more fun.

"When are we leavin'?" I asked, and he said the fifth. A Saturday.
Good, I thought. This will be fun.


                              --==+==--


Tuesday rolled around, and I got ready for my date with Brett. I
dressed kind of demurely, for me. He'd seemed a little old-fashioned,
but maybe that was just because I saw him as an authority figure. We
met at O'Fields, and left my car there, and went in his. He had a nice
car, I was glad he hadn't showed up in his squad car. We went to a
nice restaurant, and had stimulating and trendy conversation. I was
right, he was a nice guy, a real nice guy. He did surprise me, once,
though.

We were talking about the city and shit, and he just suddenly stopped
and looked at me.

"Trixie... darlin'..." he said, "How old are you, really?"

Shit, I thought. He made me. Damn.

"Brett!" I said, acting slightly offended. "You saw my license... I'm
eighteen, like it said... how could that be wrong? How could I lie,
with my license?"

He laughed, and I think he was embarrassed, then.

"Yeah..." he finally said, "You're right. You just look so young,
though!"

I laughed. He didn't need to know the truth. He didn't need to know my
dad had fucked with the system. And he sure didn't need to know I was
underaged, not with what I was planning.

"Brett..." I said, "where do you live? Can I see your place?"

He laughed again. "It's nothing special..." I could tell he was
slightly embarrassed again. "I guess we can stop by."

He was right, it was nothing special. A little apartment, in a block
of similar ones. How people could live like that was beyond me. Still,
it was okay for what I was planning. I ooh'd and aah'd, just to butter
him up. I finally sat on the couch, and he sat beside me, turning the
TV on. We made small talk for a while. Finally I turned to him.

"Brett..." I said, "I like you. I think you are very cool. And it's so
cool that you are a cop..."

He smiled and nodded. I wondered if I was the first girl to pick him
up off the street. Probably not.

"Brett... I don't want you to think I'm that kind of girl... but would
you kiss me?"

He laughed, and put his face towards me. We kissed, almost chastely.

"Oh," I said, "that was not nearly enough."

Twenty minutes later, he slid his hand underneath the back of my
shirt, and toyed with my bra fastener. I made a wordless noise of
assent, and he unsnapped it. A few seconds later his hands were inside
my bra, under my shirt, and I sighed with satisfaction. This was
moving along nicely.

Another twenty minutes, and he was slowly inching my jeans down my
legs. I had on a thong, and when I finally kicked my jeans off, I felt
his strong fingers digging into my ass cheeks. It felt damn good. We
were still kissing, our faces were glued together. I felt his finger
creep closer and closer to my asshole. Good, good, I thought.

I finally kicked my thong off and stretched out on the couch, my feet
on the floor my legs spread. He couldn't resist, and he rubbed my
pussy, feeling it's smoothness. It was dripping, too.

"You shave this morning?" he asked, and I laughed. "No. Laser." I
said, and he shook his head.

"Damn, girl. You're serious about that shit," he said, and I laughed
again. Fuck. I was serious about that shit. I loved my smooth pussy.

His finger toyed with my pussy lips, and stroked my clit. My legs
jerked. He finally, slowly, slid his finger into my wet cunt. Damn...
it felt good. 

"Brett..." I whispered, putting my lips against his ear. I knew how
sexy that felt. "Brett... make love to me, darling... fuck me...
please..."

"Damn," he said again. I knew I was blowing his mind. While I layed
down sideways on the couch and arranged myself, he stood, and
hurriedly stripped his clothes off. I was gratified to see his cock at
last, he was no giant, but he had a respectable one. I liked cocks.
And he had a good one.

He lay on top of me, and I felt his cock poking around, down by my
pussy. We both giggled then, and he took hold of it, and aimed it,
right in the middle of my pussy lips. He pushed into me slowly,
carefully... and then just stopped, halfway in.

"Darling..." he said, a thoughtful look on his face. "Darling, are
you... protected?"

"Yeah..." I breathed, "I got the... thing, whatever you call it. The
thing inside me."

"Good, good..." he said, and started pushing again. In a moment, he
was all the way in me. He felt good. He squeezed my ass, hard. That
felt good, too.

He pulled out almost all the way, and pushed back in. I sighed.
Damn... why does that feel so good... I lay back, and let him fuck me.
He did a fine job of it. I came, fairly quickly, and then, like I
usually do, I came again, hard. One for the money, two for the show, I
thought. I would love a three to get ready and a four to go. This guy
might be able to pull it off.

His finger crept closer and closer to my little rosebud. "Put it in,"
I breathed, and he wiped his finger on his dick, getting some of my
pussy juice on it, and pressed it into my asshole. Damn, for some
reason that feels so good, a finger in your ass while you're being
fucked. I liked my asshole being messed with, and this was always too
cool. I loved it.

"Brett..." I whispered, "Hold it in... let me cum one more time, but
hold it in... I'll let you butt-fuck me, if you can hold it."

His eyes lit up. Guys love that shit, butt-fucking. Something about
it. I hadn't done a lot of it, but I knew the basics. And luckily, I'd
pooped before I left the house. It shouldn't be that messy.

I finally got to cum again. He did me fine. I calmed down, and he
slowed down, and finally pulled out. We lay for a while, catching our
breath.

"You got some Vaseline?" I asked, and he looked puzzled. "I think I
got some Vaseline hand lotion, you mean that?"

"Well, not really, but it'll do, probably." I got up from the couch
and went into his bathroom, looking for something with good
lubricating power. Ah, baby oil. Perfect. It made me itch, later, but
you couldn't beat it for slickness.

I coated his still-hard cock with a liberal amount of baby oil, and
stuck my oily finger in my asshole, to coat it a bit. I finally stood
on the floor on my hands and knees, like a dog, and told him I was
ready. I was trying to relax as best I could.

I felt his hands on my hips, and his cock touched me right in the
center of my asshole. Sure enough, it puckered up, hard, and I tried
again to relax. Damn. He pushed into me, slowly and insistently, and I
felt a moment of pain. Finally, though, he was in, and finally it felt
pretty good. I knew I wouldn't cum from simply being butt fucked, but
I got my finger down there on my clit, and started wiggling it around.
He began to pump me in long slow strokes, and damn... it did feel
pretty good. It felt good when he pulled out of me, it felt like I was
pooping. Being butt-fucked is a lot like taking a nice satisfying
shit, over and over again. It's part of the fun of it.

I managed to cum, at last, and I finally felt him cumming, he tensed
up, squeezing my ass hard, and finally I felt him relax. I knew he's
shot his load in my ass. Cool, I thought. Too fucking cool.

He finally stopped, and pulled his cock from my ass. I rose to my
knees, and turned, and we kissed for the longest. I finally rose.

"Lemme go poop this shit out," I said, and went to his bathroom. He
laughed, and followed me. I sat on his toilet and squirted his cum in
the bowl, followed, to my embarrassment, by one sneaky little turd
that had missed the great purge of a few hours ago. He just laughed at
my embarrassment, and bent me over and wiped my ass for me. How
considerate, I thought. He was a nice guy.

We sat around and talked for a few minutes, and I finally decided to
make my getaway. I looked at my phone. "Oh, goodness!" I said. "I've
gotta be home in a few! I've gotta go to work in the morning!" He just
laughed and walked me to the door. We kissed, and I left, promising to
call him again. I was satisfied, for a while. 


                              --==+==--


At last the day of departure arrived. We got all our shit packed up,
and down to the dock, and finally everything and everybody was aboard.
They stopped at a dock to top the tanks off, and we headed for the
open sea.

Chelsea was wide-eyed, she'd never been on a boat this big, especially
one that moved this fast. We laid on recliners on the fore deck, and
let the salty breeze blow over us. I finally went below and got some
towels and lotion. When I got back I stripped my shirt and bra off,
and Chelsea giggled. She looked over her shoulder at the bridge, but I
didn't care. They could stare all they wanted. I slid my shorts and
panties down, and was gloriously nude. Chelsea giggled some more.

I lay face down on a recliner. "Grease me up, honey," I said, and
after she stripped Chelsea rubbed suntan lotion all over my back and
butt and legs. I turned over, and she did my front. That was sexy,
feeling her rub it into my tits, and I finally growled and leaned up
and kissed her. She laughed, and rubbed some lotion into my mons,
flicking my clit, even. Shit. I wanted to make out, here and now. The
anticipation was intense. I knew I'd get to fuck around with her
tonight, at least.

I finally lotioned her up, rubbing it into her pussy good, getting
some twitches and jerks from her. We finally settled back, and did
some serious sunning. I knew the guys on the bridge were watching us,
a few times when I looked I could see their pale faces staring at us.
I hoped we didn't run aground or anything. I even thought I saw my dad
in the background, I knew he liked to pretend he was a sailor, and
spend a lot of time on the bridge.


                              --==+==--


That evening, when it finally started getting dark, I had put my
shorts and t-shirt back on, and climbed down into the boat. I went
down the little hallway to the engine room, and opened the door. It
was hot and noisy in there, and smelled like diesel. I went in and
looked around.

There was a kid I'd never seen before, tending the engines. He was
maybe early twenties, pretty damn handsome, huge dreamy brown eyes,
and a nice mullet. I was pleased. Ask and ye shall receive, I thought.

I sat on a bench, and we shouted at each other. His name was Yancy, he
said. I introduced myself as Roman's daughter, and he nodded. I
wondered if he would be too afraid of my dad to fuck me. I figured I'd
give him a day at least to get used to the idea. This was just a
little get-acquainted visit.

After an hour or so I left, and found Chelsea. We sat on the deck for
a while, looking out over the dark water. Every now and then we saw
other ships on the horizon, or lights from them. It was peaceful and
beautiful. I finally scooted across to Chelsea's chair, and took her
in my arms. Our lips met, and I hugged her and kissed her. I felt my
pussy oozing. Damn, I'd been ready for this all day long.

I stood, dropping my shorts, and yanking my shirt off. I reached down
and took her shirt off also, and she pulled her bikini bottom off. We
lay back down, in each others arms. We kissed, again and again.

I knew it was too dark for the guys on the bridge to see us, but
hell... they had night vision shit for sailing after dark, maybe
they'd remember to put it on. It turned me on to think about making
out in front of them so blatantly. I hoped they were turned on, too.
The captain of the boat was on older guy, I'd had a crush on him in
the past, but I knew he was happily married. Still, I hoped he'd enjoy
watching Chelsea and myself make out. Married or not, he still had to
like pretty girls.

We got hot and heavy pretty fast. Before long she was crouched over
me, her cunt scrubbing into my face, my cunt under her tongue. I came
quickly, loudly, there was no reason to be quiet. Chelse came a minute
later, moaning and puffing loudly, and I giggled. How funny people
sound, when they cum.

We finally finished, and just laid there for a few dozen miles,
cooling off. The night air felt good. Finally we went below, and I
went into my little cabin, and crawled in bed. I was tired, and I
wasn't horny any more, rare for me. I was just ready to sleep.


                              --==+==--


The next day was more of the same, we just bored on Eastwards, making
good time. Bermuda wasn't that far away. Chelsea and I spent most of
our time in the sun. My dad para-sailed for a while, from the back
deck, but us two girls passed on the opportunity. It looked scary to
me. 

"Chelse," I whispered, as we watched my dad in the sky. "I'm gonna try
and seduce the engine boy tonight."

"What's an engine boy?" she asked, curious.

"He's in the engine room. You might not have seen him yet. His name is
Yancy, and he's borderline hot."

"Will it be hard, do you think?"

I giggled. "What, seducing him, or his dick?"

"Seducing him," she giggled.

"I dunno..." I said. "He seemed pretty interested in me last night."

"Where does he stay? The engine room?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think so. He even had a bunk down there," I said.


                              --==+==--


That night, somewhat after eleven, I snuck out of my cabin and down
the hall. As I passed the master bedroom, I could hear Chelsea and my
dad merrily fucking away, I heard moans and groans and gasps and a
rhythmic pounding. I giggled softly. My dad fucked like he did
everything else, to the hilt.

I slowly opened the engine room door, shocked again at how noisy it
was. I hurried inside and shut the door. Yancy was in his bunk, and he
raised up, puzzlement on his face until he realized it was me.

He climbed out of his bunk, and I could see that he just had a speedo
on. He had a nice lump, to my satisfaction. He also had some earplugs
in, that he removed. He started to put his pants on, but I waved at
him, and he stopped. Good, he wasn't uncomfortable being almost naked
around me. I, too, hoped to soon almost be naked.

We made some small talk about the voyage so far, or small yelling,
call it what you wish. It was pretty goddam noisy in there. We finally
sat on his bunk, and I scooted closer and closer to him, and he let
me. I was pretty satisfied that he knew by now what I was here for. I
finally put my face in his, and we kissed. It was a good first kiss.
He stood, and went to the door and locked it. I was pleased.

The coolest thing was that I could be as noisy as I wanted. I moaned
and groaned as he pumped his cock in and out of my cunt, and I
positively shouted the first time I came. He was pretty good at
fucking, he made me cum three or four times. He'd licked my clit for a
while at first, then he just stuck his cock right inside me, and we
began fucking. We meshed well. His hands were buried in my ass, and
his lips glued to mine. I pulled away when I came, so I could be
noisy, and it was fun. It was a fun fuck, all in all. Finally, after
maybe two hours, we just laid there, exhausted. I almost went to
sleep, in spite of the noise. Finally I dragged myself up, and pulled
my shorts back on. He watched me, a tired smile on his face. I gave
his a goodnight kiss, and crept back to my cabin.


                              --==+==--


The next day I told Chelsea all about it. She still hadn't even see
the boy. I wondered if he ever got to come out of the engine room. We
didn't even see him at dinnertime. That afternoon, after lunch, I made
him a plate and took it to him, just because I felt sorry for him. My
dad caught me coming back out of the engine room with the empty plate,
and he smiled knowingly. I just laughed. Let him think what he wanted.
He would anyway.

I still wondered if my dad had any idea how much I fucked around. Of
course he didn't know how much, nobody did, not even Cyra. Some things
I didn't even tell her. I'm sure that by now he realized I was no
longer a virgin. I idly wondered, as I did more and more, how far I'd
go with him. Would I let my own dad fuck me? I'd have to think on that
some more. 


                              --==+==--


We pulled into Great Sound the next morning. Finally we were docked,
and everything stowed away. The crew left for their motel, after some
last-minute advice about the boat, and the three of us were finally
alone. Chelsea and I immediately began dressing for a shopping trip,
and my dad just shook his head.

"Don't blow your allowance all at once, now," he finally said, as we
started ashore, looking for a taxi. I nodded. I knew better than that.
I also had a fat wad of cash that he didn't know about, though. 

We shopped, and I showed her around the island. We finally returned
that afternoon, after eating at a restaurant, and got something to
bring back to my dad.

My dad was on the phone, as usual, doing business crap. We gave his
his food, and moved to the dock, taking some chairs with us. We just
people watched the rest of the afternoon.


                              --==+==--


That night. I had something special planned for that night. I wasn't
sure of the wisdom of it, but it's what I'd decided I wanted to do.
Well, this was just a start. We'd see how it worked out.

We had a quick dinner, just some pre-prepared shit from the galley. My
dad wasn't making Chelsea blow him on this trip at least, and she
would have been hard pressed to squeeze under the little table. It was
easier to sit in the main saloon and eat. We did.

We tried to watch a little TV, but there was nothing interesting on.
My dad finally fetched his lap-top, buried himself in business shit. I
motioned to Chelsea, and she moved over to me, on the couch. I kissed
her, slow and long, and she settled into my arms. I squeezed her butt,
and finally slid my hands down her jean shorts and touched her
asshole, causing her to giggle.

My dad looked up at that, and from them on I could feel his eyes on
us. I slowly pulled Chelsea's t-shirt off, and then mine, and my bra.
She hadn't been wearing one. I filled my hands with her ample tits,
and away we went. 

Thirty minutes later when we pulled our shorts off, I could see my
dad's hands were busy underneath his desk. I wondered if he was
getting his cock out. I still wanted to see that damn thing. I forgot
about it for a moment, and motioned Chelsea to crawl on top of me. In
moments we were busy, mouth to cunt and cunt to mouth. That was my
favorite thing to do with Chelsea, she always tasted so good, and she
was a great cunt-licker. I slurped and licked her pussy, concentrating
on her clit. She squirmed and wiggled on top of me, and moaned loudly.

I felt the couch bounce, and looked over to the side as well as I was
able, and still keep Chelsea's clit on my tongue. My dad had just sat
down next to us... and... damn...

Chelsea was right. He was a beast. Both his hands were on his hard
cock, and I could still see the tip of it sticking out. Goddam, I
thought. I knew right then and there I would not be happy until I felt
that thing in my cunt. I also knew that would be no problem, judging
by his behavior in the past on the subject. I knew he wanted me.

He just watched us make out, and jacked off. I knew that he wouldn't
cum. Finally, after I'd cum a half dozen times, I pushed Chelsea away.
I pushed her towards him, and she got the idea. She knelt before him,
and took his hard cock in her mouth. Damn. I was pleased again to get
to see the length of it, without his hands on it. It was the biggest
cock I'd ever seen, bar none. I wondered again why Mom had left him.
Well, I knew he was a womanizing jerk... but that Russian millionaire
she'd married hadn't been much better, over the years...

I let my fingers wander down my body, to my cunt. I flicked my clit
while I slouched there and watched her blow him, it was sexy, to
remember he was my dad. He stared at me as I played with myself, and I
knew I was turning him on. I just grinned at him. He gave me a kind of
pained smile back. I knew it was hard on him, to see something he
couldn't have. He just didn't know yet that he could have me. I was
fixing to give myself to him pretty damn quick. Then again, I
thought... give it a little suspense... I might wait until tomorrow
night.

Chelsea finally stood up, turned around, and sat in my dad's lap. I
could tell from the slow, careful way she sat down that his cock was
up inside her now. She began to move slowly, a satisfied look on her
face. My dad's eyes were closed, his head back. I just wiggled my
index finger on my clit, and watched them. 

She finally put her legs over the outside of my dad's legs, and I
could see inbetween her spread legs, and see his fat balls bobbing up
and down as she fucked him. He had some nice balls. Those will be in
my mouth by tomorrow night, I promised myself. I still didn't want to
let him know, though. Let him squirm a while. I knew I was turning him
on big time, playing with my cunt in front of him. I knew this was the
first time he'd got to see my cunt spread open. It had to be sexy.

Chelsea finally came, but my dad didn't. He just kept on pumping her.
He was truly a beast. She came again, and I swear, a third time.
Finally I guess he couldn't hold back, and he scrunched his face up,
groaned loudly, and I could tell he was pumping her full of the shit.
Damn. I was impressed. I wondered if he'd be able to hold back, if and
when he did me. I hoped he would be.

Chelsea finally collapsed, laying on her side on the couch. He looked
at me and gently smiled, his cock laying over to the side, covered in
pussy slime. 

"Daddy," I said, "Just this once... let me clean your cock... I wanna
taste Chelsea on it... please?"

I acted like I thought I'd have to beg. I knew I really wouldn't, that
he'd jump at the opportunity. He laughed, and nodded. Sure, he said,
smiling. Sure.

I approached, and knelt before him. His cock had gone down, but it was
still about half hard. Damn. I leaned forward, and sucked him into my
mouth.

Damn, he felt good. He was still a monster, even half soft. And damn,
did it ever taste good. It really tasted like Chelsea, which wasn't
surprising, it had been inside her just moments ago.

It was sexier than fuck to feel my dad's cock on my tongue, and know
that it was his. My dad, I thought, I'm blowing my dad. I swear, it
started getting hard again, I think I turned him on that much. I knew
I was making a major dream come true for him. I figured he could
probably pop a nut in my mouth again, pretty quick.

I finally sucked the length of it a few times, and let it drop. It had
felt incredible. Like I said, I don't care what they say, size
matters. And he had a nice one. My fuckin' dad. The whole world handed
to him, my grandpa dies, leavin' him a major fortune, and on top of it
all, he's got a big cock. There ain't no justice. I was almost pissed,
until I remember how much I benefited, too, from his good fortune.
Crazy. And I was fixing to benefit from his big cock, too.

He looked disappointed that I'd stopped. Chelsea was laying on her
side, watching me, with a slightly scandalized look on her face. I
laughed and smiled at her, and she smiled back. I knew she didn't
care, she was just here for the damn paycheck. For as much as she
could get, as long as she could get. Well, my dad didn't really give
her a paycheck, but he did give her a pretty good allowance. Not as
much as he gave me, but pretty good. She was just a fucktoy to him,
but he was fair to her. He's got his good points, in spite of being a
bastard.

Anyway, I suppose anyone would be slightly freaked, watching a girl
give her dad a blowjob. Well, it really wasn't a true blow, it was a
cleaning job. Tomorrow night, now, I might blow him for real.


                              --==+==--


Amazingly, it didn't happen. Here's how the day went. We all slept in,
prerogative of the rich. Chelsea and I finally headed for the beach,
not even bothering with tops under our t-shirts. We spent the
afternoon and finally came back home. Well, back to the boat. We were
all warm and toasty from spending the day in the hot sun.

When we tromped into the stateroom, we got a surprise. My dad was
sitting on the couch, holding a woman in his arms. He gave me that
look, that special look that he's done before, that play-along-or-else
look. I knew he was scamming this woman about something.

"This is Chelsea, and Trixie, daughters of my business associates, who
are on the other side of the island," he said to the woman, who was
busy being embarrassed that we'd caught them in a semi-compromising
position. I looked at her, appraised her frankly. She was my dad's
age, late thirties, early forties. She was fine, for an old bitch.
High hard-looking tits, nice long smooth legs, and a beautiful face. I
saw right away why he'd picked her. I wondered if he knew her from
before, or she was just someone he'd chanced on to. I'd get the
details later, I knew.

"Pleased to meet you," I mumbled, as she pulled up out of his lap, and
sat demurely beside him. Chelsea approached and shook her hand, so so
did I. We sat across from them. I felt slightly sorry for Chelsea. She
was supposed to be the girlfriend.

"Leann is an old friend of mine," my dad said. "We met downtown."
Yeah, I thought, so you came back here and started making out.
Whatever, I didn't really care. I looked at her again. I'd do it, I
thought, if I was him, or even if I'm just me, I'd do it. I'd do her.

We sat and talked for a while about shopping and shit, and finally
Chelsea and I wandered off into the galley to get something to eat.
When we passed back through the saloon they were wrestling around on
the couch again, and she stopped in confusion and embarrassment. I
heard my dad talking to her in a soft voice as we went down the hall.
It amused me that she was so shy. I wondered if she was married or
something, why she felt so guilty about simply kissing. Crazy.

That evening, she was still there. She had dinner with us, my dad
ordered pizza and had it delivered. We sat around and talked, and
finally my dad started rubbing and kissing around on her. Chelsea and
I watched TV for a while as they made out a bit beside us, and finally
I slid over to Chelsea and kissed her.

Ten minutes later we passed them, I stripped my t-shirt off, and
Chelsea fastened her hungry hands to my tits. As we kissed I kicked my
shorts off, and I heard my dad mumbling to Leann. I figured he was
calming her down or something.

Another ten minutes later Chelse and I were licking each others
pussies, like we like to do. I glanced over to my dad and Leann, and
they were going at it pretty good, her shirt was off, and I was
pleased to see I'd been right about her tits. They were spectacular. I
wanted to touch and taste them, just from that one glimpse. I started
plotting and planning.

I came, pretty quick, and loudly. I wondered how Leann reacted, but I
wasn't really positioned where I could see her. I stopped worrying,
and lost myself in the feelings blasting through my brain. I finally
sat up, hugging Chelsea to me.

Damn, I thought. I just have to get my hands on those tits.

"Leann..." I said, interrupting them. She turned a slightly
embarrassed face to me.

"Leann... I've never asked somebody this before... but your breasts
are so magnificent... may I touch them, please?" I said, and she
turned even redder. She looked at my dad helplessly, and he nodded.

"I guess so..." she said, and I moved over beside her. I took her
fabulous breasts in my hand, and rubbed and squeezed. Damn, they were
as tight and firm as mine. And they seemed to be totally real.
Amazing.

I finally leaned into her for a kiss. As I moved forward, she moved
backward, though. Finally she ran out of room, and I plastered my lips
against her. She made a wordless noise, and I giggled, softly.

"Roman," she said, when I backed off. "Is this bothering you?"

"It's fucking turning me on major," my dad said, laughing. "Go ahead,
run with it. I wanna watch. I might even get involved, later."

"I've never done anything like this in my life," the woman said, and I
giggled again. I leaned into her, and kissed. She finally started to
kiss back. 


                              --==+==--


Finally, at long long last, I laid her down on the couch and slid down
her skinny stomach to her beautiful pussy. She was smooth, like me, I
assume she was depped. I toyed with her pussy lips with my lips,
pulling on them, sucking them. Her cunt smelled sweet, sweet and sexy.
It smelled like the ideal cunt. I finally fastened onto her clit, and
started licking.

My dad crawled over me and her, and put his cock in her face. She must
have gulped it down, to his satisfaction, I heard him groan. About
that time I felt Chelsea down at my groin, and she began to lick my
clit. Shivers ran through my body. This was too cool, I thought,
fucking around with my dad and his two girlfriends. This was too
goddam fucking cool.

Leann came, surprising both herself, and me. She came quick, and hard,
Her whole body tensed up, and goose bumps ran over her body. She
gasped and groaned and shook, and finally relaxed. I knew it had been
a good one. I kept on licking. She deserved another, I thought.

Poor Chelsea. I'd make it up to her later. She was having to work,
with no reward, at the moment. I looked up, right into my dad's
asshole. Damn. He was pumping away, his cock in Leann's mouth, going
to town. Well, I thought. This evening turned out nicely. I will not
go to bed horny tonight, at least.


                              --==+==--


My dad finally called Leann a taxi, and waited out on the dock with
her for it to arrive. I'd hugged and kissed her, and she promised to
visit again, soon. She seemed kind of bemused, and I hoped she had a
good time, and didn't tear herself up feeling guilty later. Guilt is
so stupid. I never felt guilt about anything, except maybe missed
opportunities.

I dragged Chelsea into my room, and got her settled into my bed. I
owed her a few pussy licks, if nothing else. I don't think she'd got
to cum, so far that evening. I'd lick her for a while, and then...
blessed sleep.


                              --==+==--


The next day was kind of boring. We sunned, and shopped, and I napped
for a while back at the boat. That night, we decided to try out the
club scene. We invited my dad, but he passed. About nine-ish, we
dressed, and called a taxi. I knew where the best clubs were, from my
time here last year. We ended up at a place called the Beat, and there
was a crowd.

"Trix, honey..." said Chelsea, as we walked in the door. I'd just told
her about getting fucked by Nevin a few weeks ago. "Do you think your
dad could tell if I got fucked by some guy tonight? Would he mind?"

"He might just because he's a jerk sometimes," I said. "I wouldn't let
him know. Just don't go home all slippery with cum, would be my
advice."

"So I guess I could get fucked, just not let them cum in me," she
said.

I laughed. "Yeah, blow him when he cums. Tell him not to cum in your
cunt," I said.

She nodded. I was planning on getting fucked, too. Good.


                              --==+==--


We were new meat, and the sharks got the scent of our blood pretty
quick. I finally chose an older guy, maybe almost thirty, and cut him
out of the pack. We walked out on the back deck, and talked. He let me
know real quick he was a rich fuck, and I think he assumed I was, too.
Rick fucks weren't always fun to fuck around with, they were usually
so full of themselves, but this guy was okay. He had to tell me about
his boat and shit, that kind of made me laugh, because he said it was
a fifty-footer, like that would impress me. Anyway, I let him have his
fun.

We went down the stairs to the beach, and walked along it a ways,
until we were out of the spotlights. We kissed, there, and I knew that
I hadn't made a mistake. He was a good kisser, for a guy. He pulled my
skirt up and my panties down, and cupped my ass in his hands.

We finally found a fairly out-of-the-way place up in the dunes, and I
let him strip me, slowly. There is an art to fucking in the sand, and
we were careful, and finally he slid into my silky cunt without any
irritating sandy scrapes. He fucked me slowly and gently, and it
seemed like considerately. He was good. I came, and he just kept on
going. He let me cum twice before he filled my cunt with his seed, and
I enjoyed his style greatly.

We cuddled for a while, as the night grew cool. We finally dressed and
wandered back to the club. I kissed him goodbye, and took a business
card he gave me. I found Chelsea, who was sitting at a table, looking
disappointed.

"What's the matter, girl?" I asked, "it didn't happen for you?"

"Shit," she said. "Turns out he was married, and he had an attack of
conscience."

Shit. I could work with that. If it had been me, I would have gotten
fucked, no matter what. I'd had more than one righteous guilt-ridden
bastard in my cunt.

"Honey, I'm sorry," I sympathized. "Come on, let's find you somebody.
Cheer up."

She laughed, and rose. We made the rounds of the dance floor, and a
lot of guys seemed interested in us. I was almost ready to go again,
even though I felt all wet and sticky down there. I was glad I had on
panties, tonight.

Two twin brothers were there, and I decided on them. They were at a
table with three or four girls, but that didn't bother me any. I
crooked my finger at them, and they joined us on the dance floor. I
wrapped my arms around mine, and whispered in his ear.

"My friend wants to be fucked," I whispered, and I felt his whole body
jerk as he laughed. I continued. "And I'm kinda ready to go again,
too."

He pulled me back a little, and looked me in the face. "You been
fucked this evening?" he asked, and I nodded. 

"An hour ago. Does that bother you?"

"Not really," he said. "I'll do it. But I can't speak for Tambor." I
assumed he meant his brother.

"How can he refuse," I asked. "She's a fox, and she's hot for it.
She's ready."

"Well... we've got dates, actually..." he said, nodding towards the
table.

"So the fuck what. They can find their own fucks. Or wait until we're
done." I purred, putting my head down on his chest. I felt him sigh.

"You are... persuasive..." he said. I laughed. I wasn't really. I'd
just told him what was available. What happened next was up to him.


                              --==+==--


We fucked the twins in a little room the Beat has set aside, for this
very purpose. Finally the door wasn't locked, and we went in, and
locked it.

Taylor, the boy I had, was fine, and fast. Or maybe he had just read
my mood that well. He had me stripped down in a hurry. When he pulled
his slacks down, I was pleased. Twins, and nice fat cocks. Well, I
hadn't seen his brother's yet, but I assumed. 

I dropped to my knees, and inhaled his fine cock. He was pretty goddam
hard already. I knew I could do that. I knew I looked good, on the
floor in front of him. I knew my tits looked fabulous. I glanced over,
out of the corner of my eye, and was gratified to see his brother's
cock. No way I could have told them apart. This was going to be fun.

They entered each of us just moments apart. I'd never actually seen
Chelsea get fucked by anyone but my dad, and she acted a little
different with this guy.. but hell, she'd just met him. She finally
seemed to let herself go, and I could hear her moaning and saying,
"Yes, yes!" over and over. I had a thought.

"Boys..." I said fairly loudly, so Chelsea's guy could hear me too,
"don't cum in our cunts, save it for our mouths, okay? That's just how
we do it."

They both assented, and I felt better. I didn't want to have to watch
a scene between my dad and Chelsea over something as silly as a wad of
cum.


                              --==+==--


We got back to the boat about midnight. My dad was still up, and he
made a big production of sniffing Chelsea's cunt, to see if he could
smell cum. We both giggled, knowing we'd fooled him, and she'd had a
few drinks before we'd left, to wash the cum taste out of her mouth.
Mine, it didn't matter.


                              --==+==--


The next day breezed by. We were actually getting tired of shopping,
so we went to the beach. Our fairly private topless beach. The man
that owned the beach was there, with his wife, who glared at us, as he
spent all his time talking to us and staring at our beautiful titties.
Hers were old and saggy, and I understood her anger. I'm gonna pissed,
too, when and if I look like that. Getting old must suck big time.

After a few hours of that, we wandered back to the boat. My dad was
there, and he suddenly decided he wanted to take Chelsea around the
island and show here some development he was involved in. He invited
me, but I passed. I was bored. He told me they wouldn't be back until
dark, they were going to eat at some fancy new place on the other side
of the island.

I went through my suits, and picked a nice thong out, with a skimpy
little top. About what I figured was the minimum for the non-nude
public beach. I wiggled into it, grabbed a towel, and set off for the
beach.

I didn't go there looking to be picked up. I was just bored, honest.
And I sure didn't expect to be picked up the way I was.

I found a spot, and settled in. I made a depression for my ass in the
sand, and got comfortable. An hour later a shadow fell over me. I
looked up.

It was a guy, selling soft drinks. Shit, I thought. I started to open
my mouth and run him off, but he held a drink out to me. "It's been
paid for," he said, motioning off to the side. I looked to where he
was gesturing. A kid, really, a fucking kid, was laying on a towel on
his belly, staring at me. He made some kind of goofy "back-atcha"
signal with his hand, and I burst into giggles. I took the drink,
shaking my head. This is what it's come to, I thought... a ten year
old, on the beach, hitting on me. The idea seemed pretty funny.

What the fuck, I thought. I motioned for him to come here. He grabbed
his towel, and came here.

I pointed beside me, and he put his towel down, and lay beside me.

"Thanks for the drink," I said, taking a sip through the straw. I held
it to him, figuring it'd turn him on to think of drinking after me. It
did, and he did. I laughed some more.

"Who you here with?" I asked.

"Nobody. Just me," he said. "I noticed you right away. You look fine,
darling, fine."

I laughed again. So he was practicing his make-out moves on me. The
mood I was in, it just might work.

"How old are you?" I asked, tilting my sunglasses down, staring into
his eyes.

"Fourteen," he said. I laughed.

"How old are you, really?" I said.

He was quiet a moment. "Okay, twelve," he finally said.

"Thank you for telling the truth. And, for being brave enough to come
onto me."

He laughed at that. "You are the cutest girl on the beach. I had no
choice," he said. More giggles from both of us.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Wellington," he said, and I snorted. Typical rich kid name.

"I'm Trixie," I said. "Can I call you Well for short?"

"Sure," he said, "Call me whatever you want." He paused. "Trixie. I'm
very glad to meet you."

Things stopped for a moment, and we shook hands formally, and then
both giggled again. I liked the kid. He made me laugh. And he had
balls. Balls. I wondered about his balls.

"Well, Well," I said, "let's just find out how good at this shit you
really are."

He gulped, and nodded. I think he knew that it was for real, now. I
wondered what he'd expected, hitting on a bitch half again his age.
Did he ever dream he'd be able to get me?

"Wellington," I said, my voice low. He leaned towards me. "My little
friend, does your little friend work yet?"

He just gave me a puzzled look. I laughed. "Does you dick work? Can
you cum? Can you shoot jizm yet?"

He knew exactly what I meant, when I explained it that way. His face
turned bright red. I giggled.

"Uh..." he finally said. He looked away. "Yeah... it squirts... it
squirts every night... unless I... unless I..." he could seem to say
it.

"Unless you jack off?" I purred, turned on by talking about something
so intimate with a boy so much younger than me. I pictured him in his
bed, maybe looking at porn on his phone, jacking off. For some reason,
it turned me on.

"Yeah..." he said, finally looking at me. We both giggled. Well, I
thought. You've established that. Will you? I asked myself. I will,
myself answered.


                              --==+==--


He was impressed, with our boat. I understood, it is impressive. I
showed it to him, stem to stern. He admitted that his families boat
was only a fifty-something footer. And he had to share a cabin with
his older brother. Well, I thought, maybe you'll have a tale to tell
him, tonight. I wondered if the two boys jacked off together. For some
reason, that also turned me on. I was just goddam horny that day, for
some reason.

I led him into my little cabin, and we sat on my bunk. We talked a
while longer, and finally I leaned him back on the mattress, and
touched my lips to his. He wasn't a great kisser, but he was an eager
learner. I finally felt like we were getting somewhere.

"Well, honey," I whispered, "take my clothes off, darling..."

He gulped again, and fumbled with my top, finally getting it untied.
He just stared at my tits, then. He actually licked his lips, and I
giggled.

"Go ahead, baby..." I whispered, "touch them."

The feeling of his small hands on my tits was unreal, for some reason.
The whole thing was turning me on, because I felt like I was getting
away with something wicked, a feeling I didn't get very often any
more, and one I missed. Right away I started wondering about his
brother. Shit. This might be fun.

He pulled and pinched my fat nipples, finally looking up at me, a
question on his face. "Yes," I said, "suck, please." That was all he
needed. He plastered his face to my chest, and sucked my nipple into
his mouth. It felt good. I could already feel my cunt juicing up.

I tried to get his trunks down, but couldn't until he stood and let me
slide them down his legs. He had the cutest little cock! And damn, was
it ever hard... it was so hard it looked purple. I was just in love
with it immediately. It just looked so goddam cute. I mean, all the
shit I've said about size mattering... this one mattered, too. And
fuck. It was cute.

I couldn't hold back. I had to feel that thing in my mouth. I almost
physically moved him up on the bed, and sank to my knees in front of
him. I had a moment's glimpse of his almost-surprised face, and then
my face was in his groin, and his fabulous little cock was in my
mouth.

It felt funny, being to small... it felt funny, and sexy. I sucked his
whole cock, and even his balls into my mouth. That almost was worth
the price of admission, I thought, satisfied. That was just too cool.
I swished and swirled his cock around in my mouth, loving the hard
feel of it. It wasn't maybe four inches long, if that, but damn, it
felt sexy. I pulled out, and caressed the cap with my lips, knowing it
felt good. I could feel him relaxing and tensing up at the same time.

I sucked him for the longest. I felt no reason to hurry, my dad had
said they wouldn't be back until dark. And that was hours away. I just
sucked and kissed and licked, my hands around his thighs.

I finally stood him up, as I kneeled before him. I squeezed his firm
young ass, turned on by it. I wiggled my fingers in his crack, and
touched his asshole, feeling him pucker up. I giggled.

"Well, honey..." I said, "lay on the bed with your butt in the air. I
wanna do something I've never done to a guy before."

He obeyed, his eyes wide. I'm not sure what he thought I was gonna do.
I wasn't even sure if I was brave enough to go through with it. But...
damn, I was turned on. I was going crazy.

I crawled up after him, and seized his ass in my eager hands. I spread
it apart, looking at his cute little asshole. I buried my tongue in
his ass, licking his sweaty little puckered asshole, feeling him jerk
and twitch beneath me. Shit, I though... I'm doing things to him
that'll follow him the rest of his life... he'll always think girl
want to do this shit. I didn't care, though. I was fucking hot to do
shit, at the moment.

I just licked and slurped his asshole, jacking him with my hand,
loving it. He didn't taste bad, no worse that Cherise or Chelsea when
I lick their assholes. Assholes just have a flavor all their own.
Crazy. It was crazy how much it was turning me on.

I tried to stick my tongue in his ass, but his sphincter was too
strong. I finally gave up, and settled for giving him a hickey on his
ass cheek, so he'd have something to show his brother. Something to
prove what he'd done. I flipped him over, and gave him another right
above his cock, so it'd be impossible to deny.

Well, I thought. One down, two to go. This boy's second major triumph,
after playing with my tits, would be eating my pussy. I hoped he'd be
as good at it as he was my tits. I leaned back on the bed, and
motioned him to watch. I reached down with both hands, and spread my
pussy lips apart. His eyes bugged out.

"Wellington, this is your standard, garden-variety, one-size-fits-all,
grade A plus female cunt. The only thing special about this one is
it's mine. This little thing is pretty much the whole point of my
existence, at the moment. It has a taste all it's own. Not a bad
taste, but a taste. Watch." I rubbed my finger around in my juicy
cunt, and then licked it. I was right. It tasted good. "Mmmm, good!" I
said, in case he didn't get the point.

"Wellington, my dear. Now you may crawl down there, and lick to your
heart's content. Nothing you do is wrong. See this little bump?" I
pointed out my clit to him. "When all else fails, just put your tongue
on that, and lick hard. Make me happy, darling."

He nodded, seriously paying attention. He craned his neck towards my
pussy, slowly moving towards it. I was pleased. He was willing to try.
Twenty minutes later, I had a nice cum, and I think I shocked
Wellington. I had to tell him "Don't stop, don't stop!" and finally I
settled down.

"Wellington, that was an orgasm, like when you squirt your cum. That's
how girls cum. That felt great. You are very good!" He seemed pleased
at my praise. I told him to just keep on going, if he wished. He did.
That was pretty much the rest of the afternoon, until I figured it was
time for the big kahuna.

I lay back. "Crawl up on top of me, baby," I said, and he did. I felt
around down there, and located his hard little cock. I positioned it
in the mouth of my cunt, and clenched his little ass in my hands.

"Just push it in, baby," I said. "And then go in and out, in and out.
Keep it up until you cum."

He took instruction well. He slowly pushed into my body. It felt like
nothing had ever felt before, it was tiny, but I could still feel it
just fine. Good, I thought, I'm not a loose goose, yet. I felt his
little balls tickling my perineum. He pulled out, and then pumped in
again. He began to fuck me properly.

For a first-timer, he went a good long time, I thought. I'd hoped to
cum while he fucked me, but there probably just wasn't enough there,
although his groin slamming into my clit did feel pretty good. He went
faster and faster, and screwed his face up, and I could tell he was
cumming. He slowed, and then just fell off me, to the side. I giggled,
and he did, too.

"There," I said, "you got your cherry popped, at the tender age of
twelve. You'll have something to tell your brother, tonight."

He laughed. "Shit," he said, "he'll never believe me."

"Show him those fucking hickeys," I said. Or, I thought... "or,
Wellington... if it doesn't make you jealous, if you wish to do a
favor for your brother, bring him around and I'll pop his cherry. Is
he a virgin too?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "but not from lack of trying."

Well, that would be cool. Another cherry to pop. This was turning into
a productive day. I gave him my number, so he could set it up, if his
brother agreed. And who wouldn't, I thought. Trixie Lambeer's cherry
popping service. Yes. A fine fucking day, indeed.


                              --==+==--


I was asleep, when my dad and Chelsea returned. She filled me in about
their boring day the next morning. I realized that, in spite of
deciding days ago, I still had not succeeded in fucking my dad. I
wondered if that meant that I didn't want to. I examined my feelings
closely. Nope, I still wanted to. Well, let it happen, then. I knew
all I have to do is not continue to say no. I knew he wanted it,
probably worse than I did.


                              --==+==--


After my positive experience with Wellington, I began to look a little
more earnestly at the... young stuff around me. I pursued several
young boys, but was not successful, I think I scared them off. I
promised myself to be a little less intense. But the next one
surprised me, most of all.

I was at the beach alone, again. Not a lot of people today, for some
reason. I started to put my towel down, then I noticed the girl. She
was all alone, with a wide area around her. I was seized with another
wicked idea, and I hoped that meant she was here at the beach alone.

I spread my towel out beside hers, and sat in the sand. She finally
turned and looked at me, and I smiled. She smiled back. We made small
talk. Yes, he was here alone. It wasn't even noon yet, and with a few
questions I found out she didn't have to be home until four o'clock.
How easy it is, to get information from kids. Perfect, I thought. Just
perfect. We talked some more. I asked her if she had a boyfriend, and
she just snorted. She wasn't ready for the boy thing yet. I looked at
her critically, and judged her age to be somewhere between nine and
eleven. But, I'm not that good at judging kids. It's hard, nowdays.

She was pretty. Hell, she was beautiful. Long golden hair, smooth
perfect tanned skin, a cute little perky rump... well, I hadn't seen
it yet, but I'm sure... her legs were beautiful, long and smooth. I
realized I was anticipating having them wrapped around my head. I
realized that, in spite of her young age, this little girl was sexy as
all fuck. Just the thought of running my hands down her slender young
body was making my pussy wet.

Would I? Hell, yeah, I'm an amoral little bitch. I'll do anything, if
there's a reasonable chance I won't get caught. Some things I might do
even then, I know that my attitude and my dad's money can get me out
of a hell of a lot of trouble. It had, in the past.

But this? A tender young girl? Would I do it? I decided to try like
hell. The real question was, would she do it?


                              --==+==--


She seemed to like me. I could tell she basically worshiped me, I was
everything she probably hoped to be someday. She was most of those
things already, she just didn't know it. I decided to do what I could
to show her how desirable she was, how goddawful fucking sexy she was.

I asked her if she wanted to see our boat, and she said yes. I worried
a bit about Chelsea and my dad, I hoped they were out doing shit. If
not... I'd deal with that when I came to it.

Well, Chelsea was there, and my dad was gone. That was better than the
other way. Chelsea, even if she cared, knew enough to keep her mouth
shut and turn her head. Her eyes did widen when she saw me escorting a
sweet young girl down the plank.

"Chelsea, this is Adriana. Adriana, Chelsea." They shook hands. I
winked at Chelsea. I didn't feel like I had to explain anything to
her. She knew my proclivities. She had a few of her own.

I took Adriana downbelow, to my cabin, after I showed her the parlor
and bridge and stuff. We sat on my bunk, and talked, much like I had
with Wellington. Was that only yesterday? I thought. How strange it
felt to be doing it all over again. By now I wanted this child, bad. I
wanted to taste her, all of her.

I finally moved closer and closer to the girl. She started getting
antsy.

"Adriana, honey," I whispered in her ear. I slid my arms around her.
"You can leave any time you feel like it. I don't want to make you do
anything you don't want to. But I love you very much. Let me hold you,
darling. Let me... kiss you..."

She looked at me, and I was lost in her huge brown eyes. I pursed my
lips, and touched hers with them. The third time, she kissed back a
little. Ten minutes later, my tongue was in her mouth. Her mouth was
sweet. I was in love, almost, I thought, this time for real. I
wondered again just how gay I was. Crazy. And a little girl, no less.
An innocent, sweet tender little girl. How many times in a person's
life do they get to taste something so fresh, so sweet? Once, at
least, if they're lucky.

I lay her back, and she went fairly willingly. She seemed to enjoy
kissing. But when I touched the waistband of her bikini bottoms, she
jumped again.

"Honey..." I begged some more. "Don't be scared. I just want to do
some... big girl stuff with you. Please, darling? It will feel good, I
promise..."

"I'm... I'm..." she stuttered, "I'm just scared..."

"Don't be scared, baby," I said, "I won't hurt you. And nobody will
ever know, if you don't tell them..."

I kissed her some more. The next time I touched her bottoms, she
didn't flinch. I inched them down her waist. I couldn't stand it, and
when I felt them drop over her little mound I looked down. Oh god, she
looked sweet... the smoothest little pussy mound... her slit was
closed up tight, no lips protruded. I knew I could coax them out. She
was ripe for the plucking.

I got her bottoms off, and untied her bikini top. When she finally let
it drop, I put my face to her cute little flat nipple, and sucked,
hard. Damn... as little as there was to it, it felt sexier than shit.
I yanked my top off, and kicked my bottoms down and off. We were
naked.

We kissed, again and again. I finally felt her hesitant hand on my
breast, and I laughed softly.

"That's it, baby," I whispered into her mouth. "Touch me, rub me,
please..."

She felt of my fat nipples, and even pinched them softly. I finally
pushed her head down, and I think she got the idea. I felt her touch,
once again hesitant, the touch of her lips on my tit.

"That's right, baby," I said. "kiss them, lick them. Make love to
them..."

Her touch was feathery light, I had to encourage her to be a little
rougher, just so I could feel it. My pussy was oozing already, wanting
more, more of this sweet young thing. Her smell filled my nostrils,
sweet and fresh... there was nothing about this girl that was
unpleasant. 

I could finally stand it no longer. I slid off the bunk into the
floor, and spread her legs wide. She had a moment of panic, and I felt
her tense. I calmed her, whispering to her, telling her not to be
afraid. Let me love you, I told her. Let me love you.

The first taste of her young cunt was out of this world. It almost
tasted like powdered sugar to me, it was so sweet. She tasted better
than anything I'd ever put in my mouth. Incredible. I licked up and
down her slit, teasing her clit, and going all the way down to her
asshole. Her asshole was a little spicier, but still sexy as fuck. My
tongue is going in that bitch, I told myself. Maybe my finger, too.
But my tongue, for sure.

She jerked and twitched beneath me as my tongue pounded her clit. I
knew she could cum, I felt it starting already inside her. I wanted to
give her that bad, I wanted to give her something that felt that good,
something she could walk away with. I wished somebody had done this
for me at this age. Although... I wondered if I was turning her into a
lesbian, starting her out this early on girls. I didn't really care
that much... what will be, will be, I thought. I knew she'd still be
beautiful, whichever direction she chose.

She finally did cum, as I flicked her clit with my tongue, and pressed
it against her body. I could feel her muscles tighten up, harder and
harder. Her breathing sped up considerably, and then suddenly she
sighed, and her whole body relaxed. Goose bumps ran up and down her
thighs. I hoped it was a good one.

I licked her some more, and finally turned her over, and buried my
tongue in her ass. Just like Wellington, I couldn't push my tongue
past her strong little sphincter, though. Still, eating her ass was a
dream to me, so fucking sexy, so tasty and so fucking goddam sexy.
Even her shit must be sweet, I thought, to come out an asshole this
fucking sweet.

I just held her and cuddled with her, after that. She seemed content,
she almost purred like a kitten. I knew how good that warm fuzzy
feeling is, after you cum. I was hoping she'd get hooked on it, like I
had. I had entertained a thought about trying to get her to lick my
pussy, but I decided not to push her, there.

She did want to see my pussy, though, and before we dressed I sat on
the edge of the bunk and spread my pussy apart, and showed her all the
parts. She did touch my clit, for an instant, and giggled.

"Honey, you can do that anytime you wish," I said, and she giggled
again. I took her in my arms, and smashed her to my body, squeezing
her tightly. She felt so good and soft and warm, I just wanted that
moment to go on forever. I never dreamed, I thought, I never dreamed
I'd fall in love.

"Baby," I said, "If you ever want to spend time with me again, just
come down. You know where our boat is." I said this, hoping she
wouldn't be leading a squad of law enforcement next time I saw her. I
didn't think she would. She'd honestly seemed to enjoy what we'd done.
I wished her well, and hoped for the best for her.


                              --==+==--


That afternoon, that quick, I got a call from Wellington. His brother,
it seemed, was eager to play. I had to laugh, listening to Wellinton
describe telling his brother about his adventures with me. It was cool
to realize I had such a fan club. I asked Chelsea, and she said Daddy
would be gone for a few more hours. You ain't gonna believe this, I
told her, get ready for an unforgettable fuck. We gonna have company.

The boys showed up almost instantly, their boat, it turns out, was
just a few docks down. Wellington's brother Rodney looked about two
years older than him. This will be perfect.

"Chelsea," I said, as we watched the boys walk towards us. I waved to
Wellington, and he waved back. "Chelse, I fucked that boy yesterday,
the little one. And I'm gonna fuck the big one, today. I want you,
darling, to entertain Wellington while I fuck his brother. Wellington
is the little one."

"Entertain? You mean fuck?" she squeaked.

"Yes," I giggled, "He fucked me good yesterday. He's still got a
little dick, but he can fuck."

Chelsea just rolled her eyes, like what have you got me into. I knew
she'd do it, though, and I knew she'd be nice to the boy. Chelsea was
just nice, all around.

The boys arrived, and introductions were made. Wellington's brother's
name was Rodney, oddly enough. Well, okay. We finally went below, and
Chelsea, still shaking her head, took Wellington into her bedroom.

Rodney was shy, and seemed to have performance anxiety. His cock
wasn't even hard yet, when he slid his swim trunks down. And his hands
were shaking, I noticed. I stopped everything for a while and just had
him sit on the bunk, and hold me. I even hummed to him, to try and
calm him down. Finally he seemed ready to proceed. I leaned into him,
and we began to kiss. I tasted toothpaste. Thoughtful.

A few minutes later, he seemed ready. I slowly slid my t-shirt off,
and pulled my swim top off. His eyes really lit up then, when he saw
my tits. I know my tits are fabulous, enough people have told me, and
hey. I have eyes too. I know they look great. He fastened his fingers
onto them, and never looked back.

I was pleased, next time I looked, to see his cock standing proudly at
full mast. I giggled and reached for it. He flinched, but he let me
play. His cock was more of a normal size than Wellington's, not a
giant by any stretch, but maybe he still had some growing to do.

Finally I had enough kissing, and I slid into the floor, and took his
cock in my mouth. He just couldn't stand it, and, that quick, he
flooded my mouth with a geyser of cum. Damn. Well, he was young, I
figured he could recover pretty quickly.

He was embarrassed at cumming so quickly, but I tried to assure him
that it was normal. I was just so goddam foxy. It had happened before,
to grown men. I finally crawled back up, and lay back, and spread my
legs. I know something you can do, 'til you feel ready to fuck, I
said, giggling. He got the hint.

He ate pussy as good as his little brother, both those boys were
naturals at it. He even got brave, and licked my asshole, which I
love. I came while he was flicking my clit with his tongue, he did me
good. I hoped it would build up his confidence some.

Finally I felt like he was ready, and I guided him on top of me. I
felt around down below, and got his cock all positioned, and he
finally slid into me. He fucked me nicely, and I actually came from
it, to his credit. I had almost cum a second time when he geysered
again, deep in my cunt. I still considered the afternoon a success.

When the boys left, thankfully before my dad showed up, Chelsea had to
tell me her story, and it wasn't much different than mine. Wellington
had crawled on top of her like an old pro, and pounded away, and
damn... the girl had managed to cum, even. I was proud of him, and her
both. Wellington had my number, I figured we'd get a few calls again,
from the two of them.


                              --==+==--


That night, Chelsea and I went clubbing again. On the way, though, we
had to talk about me, again. Me, and my little girl.

"Trixie... did you really?" she asked me, watching me out of the
corner of her eye. I laughed.

"Chelse..." I said, "you know me as well as anybody by now. What do
you think?"

"I think you did."

"We just kissed and I licked her a little bit. That was all. I wanted
to stick my finger in her butt, but I didn't."

"Nice of you," she said, laughing. "Trixie. You beat anything I ever
saw. You are too much."

"She was sweet. I loved her very much," I said, and crazily enough,
tears came in my eyes. I had loved the girl. It hurt that I might
never get to see her again, or hold her in my arms. Chelsea saw my
tears, and got serious.

"Baby, love is like that sometimes. Love hurts, sometimes. Take me and
your dad. I love him, now, in spite of everything, and it hurts that
he treats me like shit sometimes. But that's the way it goes. At least
yours wasn't like that."

I fell into Chelsea's arms, and cried for a while, until we got to the
club. I probably fucked up my makeup, but I didn't care. We got out,
tipped the driver, and went inside.

I was morose, but I tried to cheer up, for Chelsea's sake. I knew she
was hoping to get fucked again. And me, of course, I always hoped to
get fucked. Getting fucked is just what I did.


                              --==+==--


Because of the mood I was in, I chose the youngest looking kid on the
floor. I went right to him, and curled up in his arms, and let him
hold me. He was sweet, and surprised, I think, but he handled me well.
Later we went out of the balcony, and talked, and weirdly, I poured my
heart out to him. About stuff I never dreamed I'd tell a stranger,
like me trying to decide if I should fuck my dad, and me falling in
love with a ten year old girl. He was a good listener, and I think he
was honestly sympathetic. Finally I was all wrung out, and I just shut
up.

"Well, goodness," he finally said, "you do have a lot on your mind."

"Listen," I said, "I'm sorry to weigh you down with all that shit. I
just had to tell somebody, I guess."

"Oh, no," he said, "I didn't mind listening. I hope things work out
for you. I hope you get what you want, once you can decide what that
is." We both laughed. Yeah, I thought, good luck with that.

We went back inside, and danced a while longer. I'd lost track of
Chelsea. I hoped she was in the fuck room, getting fucked.

The guy's name was Charles. I sat with him, on his lap, and he held
me. Weirdly, I had no urge to fuck him, and it wasn't him, it was me,
at the moment, unlike myself, I just had no urge to be fucked. That is
rare, for me. I realized that. I felt like I was holding my breath, or
something. Waiting. For something to happen. Something big, maybe.


                              --==+==--


I was deep in thought, as we took a taxi home. Chelsea was still
holding a soft drink, swishing it around in her mouth. I finally
kissed her, and reported, nope, no cummy aftertaste. All gone.

We got out at the dock, and walked down to our boat. Daddy was
waiting, sitting in a deck chair, lit by his laptop. 

"Chelse..." I said, "Give me a minute with my dad..."


                              --==+==--


We came to an agreement pretty quick. As I'd been able to tell, he
wanted my ass, bad. I agreed to give him fucking privileges, at least
twice a week, not a simple fuck, but a whole night, if he'd stop
treating Chelsea like shit, and just simply try to be a better person,
period. I didn't know if I was wasting my time with that last one, but
I knew I could at least enforce it where Chelsea was concerned. I had
veto power, if he mistreated her. He didn't have to marry her or
anything, he just had to be nice to her. And I'd find out, if he
didn't. The agreement was pretty open-ended, and I wondered if I'd
still be fucking him when he was seventy years old. If he could keep
his end of the bargain, yes, I would, I decided.

So, yeah. I fuck my dad. Legal and moral bullshit aside, it's no big
deal. People are people, and they fuck like people, whether they're
related to you, or not. He fucks well, and he does have a big cock,
which is a plus on my side. I still get the giggles when I imagine
what mom would think, if she could see me underneath him. She'd shit a
brick, the bitch. 

That first night was probably the high point of my whole life. Well,
my two hours with Adriana are the high point, but being fucked by my
daddy comes in a close second. Chelsea was there the whole way,
helping me along, holding me when I needed held, and even crouching
between his legs and guiding his cock into my cunt that first time. He
fucked me like a bull, long and strong, and I just came and came and
came. It was insane, and  I loved it, and I think, looking back, that
I love him more now than I ever did. And, so far, he's been true to
his promise.

We'll leave the island in another few days, and we'll see how it goes.
Life looks fun, more fun, now that I've got both Chelsea and my dad to
look forward to. And Cherise, am I ever hungry to get a taste of
Cherise again. I'll have to tell her about all my adventures, on the
island.


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