Perverts 'R' Us
Big Sis Goes Off To Camp
By CellarReader ( M/g, inc )
Martin Hayes put the last backpack into the trunk of his wife Nancy's Mercedes and closed the lid carefully. Why did Cheryl, his 14 year old daughter, need so many clothes for a two week summer camp? Anyway, he thought, at least he wasn't the one who would have to make the 14 hour drive up and back this week. Why a music camp was so far north in the woods of Wisconsin he could never figure out. He gingerly lifted his daughter's cello into the back seat and strapped it underneath the lap belt to secure it. The instrument was insured, but he wasn't taking any chances - at least not with that.
Martin stood in the circular drive with Lisa, his 11 year old girl, waving to Nancy and Cheryl as they drove off. Lisa was looking forward to a couple days alone with her dad before mom came back from taking Cheryl up to camp. "Dad, I'm all worn out from summer activities," Lisa said coyly. "There's plenty of good food in the 'fridge, and I know you don't really want to drive anywhere, so why don't we just hang out here at the house for a couple days until mom gets back?"
Martin was secretly delighted by his daughter's wish. He had just returned from a two week business trip to Shanghai and Taipei, and was jet lagged to the max. The thought of laying around the house watching TV and sunning by the pool sounded great to him. "Are you sure you won't get bored, sweetie?" he asked uncertainly. Her request seemed too good to be true. "We always have the pool and the tennis court if we get really bored," Lisa chirped. "I bet we'll really have a good old time, dad." Martin decided to take Lisa at her word. As they stepped inside through the mansion's heavy oak double entry doors, Martin bolted them tight against the outside world, and turned his thoughts to the olympic sized pool behind the seven foot plank fence in the back yard, and the new plasma TV in the basement rec room.
He made the two of them a quick breakfast of bacon and eggs, sunny side up, and then stretched out for a doze in his recliner while Lisa put the dishes and skillet in the dishwasher. He had been napping for an hour and a half when he was gently shaken awake by Lisa's hand on his shoulder. He noticed the TV was on the weather channel, and as he peered out the window into the back year he could see the clouds rolling into the sky overhead. "Come on, dad," Lisa pleaded. "Let's go for a swim. I need to work on my backstroke, and it looks like rain this afternoon."
Martin noticed that she was wearing her team suit - an unlined white nylon speedo. It made her seem nearly grown up, except for the flat chest, which looked a lot like the sunny side up eggs he had fried for her earlier. "In a sec, baby doll," he said. He went upstairs to the master bedroom and pulled on his baggy surfer trunks. At 11 years old, Lisa knew she wasn't allowed out in the pool all by herself. She waited patiently at the back door for her dad to come downstairs. They walked out hand in hand down the winding bluestone path to the pool fence, where Martin unlocked the gate and bolted it from the inside. They jumped into the tepid water, and he waded out until he was shoulder deep. "Come on out here, honey," he coaxed. "I'll hold you up while you practice your elementary back stroke."
He wasn't sure she was completely ready for water over her head, but she needed to build up her skills to match her confidence. She was so fearless about so many things. She floated out to him and turned face up. He put one hand underneath her shoulders, and the other cradled her bottom, keeping her afloat. Her arms and legs moved slowly through the correct positions. First her arms outstretched from her shoulders, her feet pulled up, knees bent, right against her buttocks, then her arms pulled down to her sides, her feet thrust outward, knees straight, then pulled thighs and calves together, completely extended. Lisa repeated the movements. It was on the third cycle that Martin noticed how the white speedo was almost completely transparent when it was wet.
The growing clouds began weeping a nearly imperceptible drizzle. Lisa noticed the rain and stopped mid stroke with her feet drawn up under her, knees spread. Martin could see her hairless mound beneath the tightly stretched, wet white nylon as if she were completely nude. She smiled as big smile, and Martin felt a stirring in his loins that he had never experienced before during a swimming lesson.
"Come on, dad," Lisa cooed. "It's starting to rain. We better go inside before the lightning comes." "You're right, pet." Martin answered. He lifted her shoulders out of the water, and floated her back towards the shallower end of the pool on his other hand, which caressed her taught round bottom. His penis was now fully erect under his baggy trunks, and he wasn't sure he was unhappy about it.
They went back inside the three story home through the mud room, stopping at the gas clothes dryer to get beach towels and peel off their bathing suits. Lisa stripped hers off in one seamless motion, unashamedly exposing herself completely to her father. Martin pulled down his trunks and stepped out of them, wrapping a towel around his waist. But not before Lisa got a good long look at the purple head of his tumescent penis. He wasn't sure he was unhappy about that, either.
"Bring some big towels to my room, please, dad," Lisa purred. "I'm sorry I interrupted your nap." She padded off saucily up the circular staircase, wiggling her bottom at him just like the strippers in the gentlemen's clubs in Shanghai. He pulled an armload of fluffy white beach towels out of the warming drawer, and followed behind her.
The Hayes family was very musical. By the time Martin got to the door of Lisa's room, he could hear the strains of Mussorgsky-Ravel softly playing on her stereo. The pink satin sheets on her king sized bed were neatly turned down, the pillows fluffed, and she was standing on the opposite side smiling at him, still completely nude. He laid the stack of warm towels on the foot of the bed next to where she was standing. "Don't go back to your room, dad," Lisa begged. "Finish your nap here and keep me company, OK?"
"Sure, sweetie," Martin responded. He claimed a dry, warm towel from the stack to replace the one wrapped around his waist, stretched out on the pink satin, and pulled just the top sheet over himself.
As he turned to face Lisa's window, he felt her naked body sliding between the sheets behind him. She snuggled up to his back, wrapped her arms around his chest, and nestled her raven hair into the nape of his neck. As he began to doze, he noticed her slowly teasing the towel from around his waist, tossing it gently oriental rug at the foot of her bed. He chose not to object. "Daddy," Lisa whispered in his ear. He could feel her warm, moist breath on the back of his neck. "You had a hard on for me in the pool just now, didn't you."
"I didn't think you noticed, pet," Martin responded noncomittally. "I want to do it again," Lisa continued. He could feel her warm hands gliding down his abdomen towards his crotch. "Is it gone now?" Her hands cradled his scrotum, then tenderly felt their way up along the shaft of his flaccid penis. Lisa abruptly flung back the pink satin top sheet and swung one leg over her father's naked body, straddling him. With one hand she pushed his shoulders down flat onto the mattress. She was astride his lower thighs, her beautiful pale body exposed fully to his view. She smiled broadly as he gazed at her undeveloped breasts, and her hairless vaginal lips. His penis began to obey her very wish. "I will never tell anyone, daddy," Lisa whispered. "I want to give you hard ons."
Martin was helpless. He lay there naked with his throbbing erection between his little daughter's soft hands. "And you can see you do give me hard ons, Lisa" was the only reply Martin could muster. Lisa stretched her legs out in front of her and scooted up her father's thighs until his erection was nestled firmly between her own legs, rising along the slit in her cunt lips and sticking up against the hot skin of her slightly chubby tummy. She folded her hands across the thick shaft and pulled it tight against her flesh. Martin could feel the heat of her. Lisa stared down at the engorged head and the slit which was partly open to her view.
"I want to be a big girl and make you cum, dad," Lisa intoned thoughtfully. Martin was uncertain. It could be fun, but might frighten her. "Are you sure, Lisa?" he asked quietly. "It can be messy."
"I want to mess us up, dad," she said. "I want to see everything. Your semen. Smell it, feel it. We can clean up before mom gets back. We have two whole days." Martin loved Lisa, and didn't ever want to disappoint her. And in spite of every danger, he knew he would cherish the experience of ejaculating for his younger girl, all alone together in their big house.
"Go ahead, princess," he whispered to his little girl. "Just rub it gently for a while and I will cum for you. I hope you will like it as much as I know I will." Martin felt Lisa's hands slowly stroking up and down the shaft of his erection, keeping it pressed against the soft flesh of her tummy. She smiled broadly as she stared intently at the slit in the middle of the purplish head, waiting for the eruption she had heard so much about, but never actually seen.
Martin was admiring the sight he had never before dared dream about - the sight of his little 11 year old daughter with her hands wrapped over his fully erect penis. Her still damp dark brown hair hung close to her tiny ears, dripping just a little bit onto her shoulders. The multi-colored orthodontic braces she loved to flash at her friends whenever she smiled, now flashing through her broad, gleeful smile at him as she gently fondled his tumescent cock, clutching it against her tummy.
He could still see the outlines of her collar bones through the marble white skin of her flat chest, as his eyes scanned slowly down to the milk chocolate kisses that would someday become the nipples her children would nurse. Peeking out from behind his erection, as it was bobbing in rhythm with her tender stroking, were her perfect belly button, and below it the folds of her bald vagina, on either side of the shaft of the penis she was playing with so lovingly. And his little girl wanted his cum all over her.
Martin was enjoying these sensations so much he didn't really notice when his scrotum began to tighten, and his erection to swell. Without much warning he saw and felt his semen spurting out of the slit Lisa was staring at so intently. The first gob splashed onto her damp bangs. The second struck her lips and dripped onto her chin. The third streamed out onto her chest, right between her dark nipples. She giggled loudly. His penis kept throbbing, and like lava from an erupting volcano, his semen continued to run out the tip and down over her hands, which were still stroking him. Lisa leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. She squished all his jism onto his skin and hers as she snuggled into his chest. "Take a nap with me, dad?" she whispered, and they both dozed comfortably.
When Martin awoke, Lisa was sitting cross legged on the mattress near the foot of the bed, eating ice cream from a pint container. He could see where his semen had dried onto her skin. "Lisa, dearest," Martin whispered, "I guess it's time we had a little talk about sex."
"Silly," Lisa giggled. "I know about sex. Last month at Mary's pj party we all let her big brother fuck us." Martin briefly entertained a mental vision of four 10 and 11 year old girls getting fucked by a 12 year old boy. "It was fun, dad," Lisa snickered, "but he didn't have very much cum. That's why I wanted to see you do it."
Martin was disappointed to hear his daughter was no longer a virgin, at 11, but relieved at the same time. He wouldn't be the one to hurt her sexually. As he was toying in his mind with the question how far he should take this new relationship, Lisa spread her legs wide in front of him and began masturbating. She was holding her lips open with one hand and pushing the index finger of the other inside herself. "I masturbated you, dad. You have said it was a normal thing. Will you masturbate me? Will you fuck me? Isn't that all normal?"
"Well, sweetheart," Martin answered, "masturbation and fucking are perfectly normal. That's true. But most people don't think it's normal for a dad and his daughter to fuck each other."
"Don't you love me?" Lisa whined. "If a boy and a girl love each other, then they fuck."
"I love you very much," Martin answered carefully. "But even a boy and a girl in love don't tell anyone else if they are fucking. Do you understand?"
A serious scowl crossed Lisa's pretty young face. "I know I can never tell anyone about what we do," she intoned thoughtfully. "Not even mom or big sis. Not my girlfriends. OK? If I do it will all be spoiled forever." Lisa cast aside the empty ice cream carton and quickly lowered her head to Martin's crotch. She took him by surprise. He felt the cold inside of her mouth around his flaccid penis, which sprang rigidly to life from the not altogether unpleasant shock. He was suddenly wide awake.
Martin thought about his long legged, red headed, 40 year old wife, on her way to camp with their older daughter. She had voracious sexual appetites, just like he did. He loved fucking her. He thought about 14 year old Cheryl, who was very intellectual and musical, but had appeared to him to be as yet completely asexual. He thought about Lisa, naked in front of him, covered with his semen at age 11, and begging him to fuck her. If he disappointed her now, he would never get another chance. If he fucked her now, he would either end up in jail, or have a life long sexual relationship with her. He had never before thought of himself as a pervert or pedophile, but he knew he wanted nothing more than he wanted to fuck his little girl.
Martin cupped Lisa's chin in both his hands, and gazed straight into her big brown eyes. He kissed her mouth, pushing his tongue inside her lips and touching her tongue. He put one hand between her thighs and gently parted her labia. He was surprised to find them wet. He slowly inserted a finger into her while he continued kissing her mouth. Lisa ground her hips against his palm. She was pressing so hard he could feel her cervix against his fingertip. "Are you going to masturbate me, dad?" Lisa whispered in his ear. "No, honey," Martin whispered back. "I'm going to lick your pretty little cunt until you have an orgasm."
"Fun, dad," she responded. "My girlfriends do that, but the boys won't."
Martin couldn't completely believe his good fortune, but at the same time he didn't understand how he had missed all the cues that his little girl was so sexually precocious. He softly lay his head between his daughter's thighs, and began licking her bald labia. His tongue found the firm bud of her tiny clit, and he sucked it in between his lips teasingly. Lisa writhed in ecstasy. Martin couldn't lap up enough of her sweet juices. He was so intent on the sensation of her young flesh quivering his mouth that he couldn't have said when the squeal of her intense orgasm began. It sounded just like the squeals she used to make when he would tickle her as a toddler. He could feel a few drops of warm honey dripping onto his tongue. He relaxed the press of his mouth on her cunt.
"Dad, dad, dad … you have to fuck me right now," Lisa breathed huskily.
"Yes, Lisa, I do," Martin replied, noticing the slight urgency in his own voice. Lisa pulled her knees apart with both hands, opening herself to her father's penetration. Martin took a last longing look at the deep pink lining of her cunt, then pressed the purplish head of his raging erection against the opening, and began slowly, steadily pushing his shaft into her. He could see her big brown eyes widen as she felt stretched by his thickness, so much bigger in every dimension that the 12 year old boy who had taken her cherry.
As he began a rhythmic stroking in and out of her tight vagina, Lisa wrapped her spindly legs around Martin's waist and tried to pull his penis deeper into her. After a few minutes of mutual grunting and heavy breathing, there was no turning back. Lisa could see her dad's face flushing, and a second later she felt hot sticky semen gushing inside her vagina, spreading across her cervix. Her dad really loved her. He fucked her, and came inside her. It was more fun than she had ever dreamed. "Dad," she pronounced, "I'm never going to tell anyone we are fucking, and I'm never going to stop doing it with you."