Perverts 'R' Us

Robin Wiggles

By Cellarreader ( M/f, oral, anal, 1st )

I'll never forget how nice it was to meet my new step-father to be after his first few dates with my mom. She was 37 and I was 11 when she decided she liked him enough to maybe marry him, and to include him in her life with the two of us. I was only six when my dad had been killed in the war, and the next few years had been so hard for mom, working to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads. Ron, her new boyfriend, was a godsend. He was polite, sweet, and oh so very rich. Everything was going to be a lot better now, she told me.

The day we met was a Saturday, and he took us to the fair. After we walked around for a while he bought me a peppermint ice cream cone, and the cool, creamy treat really hit the spot. He was being sweet, asking me about school and about my soccer team and other stuff I did for fun. What was most special, though, was that he was really interested. He took me on the roller coaster and the spinning teacup ride, and mom watched us on the horses of the carousel. By the time the sun set and we had to go home, I was convinced I needed to do everything I could to help mom get Ron to ask her to marry him.

After a few more trips to the zoo and the laser tag arcade, and a couple of G-rated movies, mom asked Ron if he could baby sit me the next weekend while she went on a business retreat with her company. I knew my chance was coming up. Ron said OK, and then he asked mom if he could take me shopping at the mall that afternoon. HE wanted to spend a little money on Mom's "little sweetheart." That was what he called me - "Mom's little sweetheart." Since I needed new clothes for the start of school in a few weeks, and since mom was struggling to make ends meet she said it would be OK. So Ron took me to the mall.

When we got there, he took me to The Gap and to Old Navy, and we bought lots of jeans and slacks and shirts and sweaters for school. Ron paid for everything, and his platinum card was not even beginning to feel overburdened, when he asked me if there was anything else I needed. His cell phone rang, and it was his office. He had to take the call, so he gave me the charge card and told me to hit any other stores I needed to go into, and meet him back at his Mercedes in the parking lot. I knew this was my one best chance. As soon as Ron's back was turned, I headed straight for the Victoria's Secret store. I had seen Ron glancing in the window at the lingere when we passed it on our way in. I knew just what I had to get.

In less than 15 minutes I had tried on and purchased six very gauzy camisole tops in my size, with matching gauzy red, pink, yellow, and black panties you could see right through. The clerk never asked any questions when she wrapped them up and I handed her what I said was my dad's platinum card. I signed Ron's name, put the package in my shopping bag with the jeans and school sweaters, and met him in the parking lot. I was ready for the weekend.

Ron and I drove mom to the airport Friday night and watched her flight heading out on the business retreat, and then he drove me back to my house. He had promised to stay there all weekend and keep me out of trouble. I was still wearing my pleated knee length skirt and matching sweater from school, my saddle shoes, and knee socks, which were the fashion for sixth grade girls. Ron settled in front of the TV to watch a baseball game, and I went up to my room. I took off the white cotton panties I had worn to school, and exchanged them for the gauzy yellow pair I had bought a few days earlier. I took off my sweater, put on the yellow see through camisole that matched the panties, and a white cotton button up blouse over it. When I went downstairs into the family room, the game was in the second inning.

"Ron," I asked. "It's so warm I took off my sweater. Is that OK?" I asked, twirling in front of him in my pleated skirt and prim white blouse. "Sure, little sweetheart," he replied, hardly noticing me." I just had to do something to get his attention. I plopped on the carpet on my tummy right in front of the sofa he was sitting on, propped my face in my hands, and stared at the boring baseball game on the television. I bent my knees, thrusting saddle shoes into the air, and spread my thighs absent mindedly apart as far as I could. I knew if Ron looked, he could see right through the now exposed yellow panties to my bald pussy lips, staring at hum beneath the pleats of my skirt. I glanced back at him, and he was still watching the game. I wiggled my feet a few times to try and attract his attention.

The next time I glanced back over my shoulder, I could see that he was no longer watching baseball. He didn't even see me peeking he was staring so hard up my skirt. I had him now. Without letting Ron notice, I slowly unbuttoned every one of the buttons on the front of my white cotton blouse. Then I carefully opened the front wide, revealing the yellow see through camisole top, though I looked just the same from his perspective behind me. I waited for a commercial, and then lazily rolled over, facing him. I planted my feet on the floor, knees wide apart, letting the pleats of my skirt slide all the way down my thighs until the entire crotch of the translucent panties was fully exposed. I knew he could see my young mound and my nipples through the gauzy underwear.

"Ron," I whispered, "can you turn off the game so we can talk?"

He was staring open mouthed. I let him gape. Then I announced: "I'm going to tell mom you watched baseball all weekend, while I worked on my summer reading list upstairs. Only, I just finished all the summer reading, so I need something else to do."

"Sure, sweetie, anything you want," he stammered, not really knowing what to say. "Do you want to go back to the fair, or to the aquarium?" He never took his eyes off my crotch as he spoke. I could tell by the bulge in his Dockers that he was interested in me in a very grown up way.

"No, Ron," I cooed in the sexiest voice an 11-year-old could muster, "I want you to fuck me."

I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I waited for Ron to say something. I knew I had crossed a line, and I could never go back. I was not positive Ron wouldn't just call my mom and tell her what a naughty girl I was, and she would ground me for the rest of my life. It was an eternity before Ron said anything. Then he whispered, staring at my chest, "Are you sure?" In that single instant I knew I had a friend for life, and my mom was getting a marriage proposal as soon as her plane landed.

"We should start right now," I pleaded, sitting up and putting one hand on each of Ron's thighs. Before he could even protest, I reached up and unzipped the fly of his trousers, pushed one hand in, and pulled out his growing erection. Not wanting to lose our momentum, I lowered my moist mouth over the head, and began teasing him with my tongue, like the high school girls told me. In a second and a half he was fully erect in my hand. Ron's hands were gently caressing my pigtails as I went to work on his penis, licking and slurping. He moaned softly as I licked and sucked, and before either of us was quite ready, he began ejaculating into my mouth.

I swallowed as much as I could, letting the rest slowly dribble out one corner of my mouth onto his boxer shorts. The aroma was pungent, sweet, and heady. The taste was salty and metallic. It was altogether awesome. I stood up right in front of Ron, unzipping the side of my skirt and letting it fall to the floor. I dumped the white cotton blouse on top of it, and kicked them aside. In my see through panties and camisole, and white nylon knee socks, I sat on the sofa next to Ron and untied my saddle shoes, setting them neatly next to one another at the end of the sofa. As Ron hesitated over what to do next, I pushed his palm between my thighs, and put my head in his lap, sucking his limp organ into my mouth for rejuvenation.

The last vestiges of Ron's resistance melted away, and he understood he needed to put his hand inside my panties. His index finger began gently stroking between my already soaking labia, and I opened my thighs for him. As his penis hardened inside my hot mouth, I could feel his finger probing deeper and deeper into the crease of my mound, until he reached the opening of my vagina. I wiggled my hips momentarily, and Ron's fingertip slipped inside me. He didn't hesitate to begin probing, and soon the whole first knuckle was buried in my virgin canal. I let his erection drop gently from my mouth, and leaning right next to his ear, I whispered "Go all the way up."

Obediently, Ron steadily pushed his first finger into my vagina until he encountered my cervix, then he began slowly and gently stroking the length of my hot, wet love canal in and out, while his thumb expertly teased my tiny protruding clitoris back and forth. I was in heaven. I had given myself finger orgasms a few times before this day, but Ron was entirely different and so much more exciting. I began humping his hand in earnest, grinding my hips against his palm as his finger thrust into me over and over again. I felt the walls of my vagina begin to contract around his finger, as wave after wave of an orgasm washed over me, flushing my skin, and forcing the wind out of my lungs.

As the sensations began to subside in my body, I unbuttoned Ron's shirt and ran my hand up and down the middle of his chest. Then I unbuckled his belt and dropped to my knees before him, pushing his Dockers and his boxers to the floor in one movement. I stood up and took off my panties, them my camisole, piling them atop the skirt and blouse on the floor. "Fuck me, Ron," I whispered as I lay on the carpet on my back, thighs spread, knees wide, and feet flat on the floor. Ron did not need any further encouragement.

Ron knelt between my legs, bent down, and kissed me on the mouth. I parted my lips, letting in his tongue. His hand wandered over my bare chest, massaging my puffy nipples between his fingers. I could feel the head of his erection pressing against my mound. I wiggled my hips gently up and down, and his penis found its way inside me, little by little. Ron was gentle and tender, knowing from his finger exploration that my hymen was completely gone. My virgin vagina slowly expanded around his shaft, letting a little more of him inside me each time I wiggled my bottom on the carpet. I was stretched nearly to the limit by the time I felt the head of his penis bumping my cervix. I knew at that instant what my mom saw in Ron. I wrapped my legs around Ron's backside and my arms around his burly chest, pulling him as deep into me as I could. Ron's animal talent took over his body, and he teased me for a while with long, slow strokes in and out of me, gradually increasing the pace and force until he was fucking me like I knew he must have fucked my mom on their dates.

I felt his erection thicken inside me. I felt his heartbeat quicken and his breathing deepen, and his open mouth kisses became more and more passionate. Then he blurted "Oh, God, Robin" as his ejaculation rose from the scrotum along his throbbing shaft, pumping gush after gush of hot sticky semen into my vagina, against my cervix, setting off my orgasm even more intense than the one he had just given me with his finger and thumb. Stage two of my seduction of my new daddy was complete.

I didn't even have to ask Ron to move forward to stage three. As soon as he withdrew and saw the trickle of his seed oozing down between my labia onto the carpet, he put his mouth on my mound and began lapping it up. I had planned the making out, feeling up and fucking, but I was not at all ready for the intensity of having a grown man eating his own cum out of me. The sensation of his tongue lapping deeply between my outer lips and over my clitoris, while he sucked greedily at the opening of my vagina, was shooting like some unbelievable electric shocks up my spine and into my brain. I gave me whole body up to the feelings. Every one of my muscles, from toes to fingertips, began contracting involuntarily. My thighs tightened against the sides of Ron's head until I worried I might crush his skull. He did not seem to mind, and continued his oral worship unabated until he had devoured his entire offering from the temple of my femininity. When I was clean he kissed my mouth, surprising me with a large snowball, which I received worshipfully.

We lay cuddling on the carpet, warming each other, resting peacefully. I knew, though, that my lifelong bond with Ron would not be completely forged until I enticed him through the fourth and final stage - the one even my mom did not love him enough to share with him. We lay on our sides, me behind Ron, my arms around his chest. I slowly lowered my hands to his crotch, gently massaging his penis between them until I felt his arousal beginning once again. I commenced a rhythmic stroking, producing a steady and prodigious lengthening and thickening until I felt he was ready for the final treat. Placing my lips against his ear, I whispered softly, "Ron, I want you to fuck my ass."

I could feel his body stiffening in my arms. He had been totally unprepared for this, even after fucking his little 11-year-old step daughter to be, and ejaculating inside her vagina. Sensing some hesitation, I whispered a little more loudly "Ron, I want your cum in my ass. Please." Then I released my grasp on his erection, and rose onto my hands and knees.

At this point Ron knew he had already violated every taboo my mother could have imagined, so why not. Ron knelt behind me, and began slowly, teasingly rubbing the wet, smooth head of his penis along the cleft of my buttocks. Using the slick layer of semen already left on that part of me by our earlier activities as additional lubrication, Ron slowly, steadily, gently and tenderly pressed his hips towards my buttocks, pushing his erection inch by inch into my rectum. A sensation of hot fullness overcame all other feelings as he penetrated my most forbidden parts. My legs and arms gave out, and I collapsed onto my tummy on the carpet. Ron's weight and my fall did the trick, and he was in my bottom all the way up to his balls.

Before Ron could get any rhythmic stroking under way, the intensity of what he was doing with me overcame all his control and he ejaculated. I was completely victorious. I had given Ron a gift my mother would never honor him with. He would marry her, and be mine forever. We slept together, naked, in her bed all that Friday night, and Saturday morning he asked me to go with him to the jewelers and help him pick out an engagement ring for mom.