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Terry - Adventures of a Slut  (Mf, cons, young teen)

by Lifeover40



This story is a work of fiction-sort of. All of the sexual adventures happened,
just not all of them to me. Believe me, I wish they did. It is up to you,
the reader, to figure out which ones I was involved in. To be sure, I have
changed the names, places, and bodies to protect the not so innocent. I would
appreciate your comments. You may e-mail them to me at LIFEOVER40@AOL.COM.

Chapter one: The Awakening

I knew from the first time I touched my little "flesh button" at the ripe
age of 11, I was destined for sluthood. In fact, after rubbing it that first
time I was more than a little pissed at myself that I didn't start a few
years earlier. I first started filling "the itch" in my pussy when I was
11 years old. I had no idea what it was of course. If I did, I would have
found the nearest banana and fucked my little cunt silly. Not knowing and
too embarrassed to ask my mother about it, I just suppressed "the itch."
At 13, the itch was getting stronger and came on a lot more frequently. I
was struggling to fight it. Luckily, I was at the right place at the right
time and a whole new intoxicating world opened to me-I never had to struggle
with the itch again!

It was an ordinary day except that school had gotten off early. I always
walked home from school since I only lived about a half-mile away. Not needing
a ride home, I neglected to tell my mom that this was a teacher conference
day and I would be coming home early. When I arrived at the house, I noticed
my dad's car was home. Normally, he didn't come home for lunch so I suppose
this was a special day for him. It didn't matter to me anyway, I figured
I'd just go to my room and do some reading.

Reading was my way of taking my mind off the seemingly endless "itch" in
my pussy. My little pussy had been "itching" really bad today and I really
needed a diversion. I was currently reading "Swiss Family Robinson" and when
I read it I got so absorbed in it, the only thing I thought about were the
adventures the family were going through. My little cunty was getting worse
and worse and the poor thing was really wet today. My panties were soaked
and I had no idea why. I wonder if it was from daydreaming about Billy. Billy
just had the cutest freckled face with red hair and green eyes. He was a
year ahead of me and never even gave me the time of day. Yet, every time
I looked at him, my cunty started to "itch," and the next thing I knew my
panties were soaked.

Today, I'm sure he actually smiled at me as we passed each other in the hall.
From that point on, my cunty was all a mess and I'm sure my panties were
stained again. This time though, even my nipples hurt. At this point in time,
I had small bumps -- not breasts. However, I had rather large nipples and
aureoles even then. Anyway, I was thankful to be home at last so I could
lose this feeling.

I openned the kitchen door and started to make my way to my room on the second
floor. In order to get to the stairway, I had to pass right by my parent's
room. I hadn't seen them in the kitchen or living room so I figured they
were taking a nap in the bedroom. They often did that. Just closed their
door and have some quiet time. I often wondered what they did during this
quiet time, since it was seldom ever quiet. Recently, I had begun to notice
more and more a lot of low octave moaning and groaning emanating from the
room when they closed their door. My stupid brother said they were having
sex. The only thing I knew about sex was from seeing two dogs go at it. The
male dog seemed to really like it, but the female just kind of stood there.
I figured mom really must love day to have to put up with that all the time.
Yet, I was curious as hell to see what they were up too. When I noticed their
door was open, I figured I might get lucky and really see something good.
Therefore, I took off my shoes and tried to be as quiet as I could. As I
approached their room I could hear them talking. As I said, their door was
open but they must have been sitting on their bed because I couldn't see
them by looking straight through the doorway. However, my mom's dresser had
a large mirror attached. If I stood at the right angle I could see their
bed clearly but they wouldn't be able to see me. Thank goodness I had already
checked this out.

"Oh Jack, it's so big and hard. Is it really mine to play with? Mommy really
likes it big and hard, makes me want to suck it just like a big lollipop."

"I don't know? Have you been a good little slut today? What have you shoved
up that pussy of yours to get ready for me?"

Wow, what that hell were my parents talking about and why was my mother talking
like a baby? I couldn't believe my ears! With my curiosity peaked, I just
had to peek at the angle shot. What I saw on that bed, changed my life forever.
My dad was sitting on the bed with this giant thing between his legs sticking
straight up in the air. It must have been hurting him terribly because my
mother was rubbing it to make it feel better. Now I realized that must have
been my dad's pee pee because I changed enough diapers while baby-sitting
to know guys had a thing between their legs. I had often heard my bother
and others call it a cock or a dick. Whatever the name, I'd never seen one
look like that. I hoped my dad wasn't sick or anything.

"So tell me slut, what did you have shoved up your cunt when I called you
on the phone?"

"My, my vibrator," my mom answered in her sheepish baby talk. "I was thinking
of your hot cock fucking my cunt and I just needed it Jack. Mommy needed
her pussy teased to prepare it for you."

"Show me. Show me how you stuffed that slutty cunt of yours? You sure you
didn't have a banana or cucumber stuffed up there like you normally do?"

"No I swear Jack. I'll show you."

I was captivated by these words. I had never heard them before. What was
a vibrator? I was about to find out. I had no intention of moving from my
spot and I couldn't even if I wanted to -- I was transfixed. I felt something
running down my thigh. What was happening to me? The sight of my dad's hard
cock had my pussy tingling like it never tingled before. My budding breasts
started to ache again and my hand moved instinctively up to them to rub the
ache away. As I began to rub, I watched my mother reach under her pillow
and grab an object hidden there. It looked like a small tapered cylinder
coming almost to a point at the end. I think it was made out of chrome because
it was silver and really shinny like a car bumper. My jaw dropped as I saw
my sweet mom spread her legs wide, place one hand on top of her pussy and
spread their lips apart and then insert that vibrator thing into her pussy.
Her pussy sucked it right up? I couldn't believe it! At this point my father
grabbed the vibrator and started to move it in and out of my mom's pussy.
Then he clicked something on it and it started to make this noise and my
mom really started moaning.

"Mommy wants her cunt fucked. Stuff my cunt with that toy. It feels so good.
You're going to make mommy cum. Yes Jack, harder Jack, don't stop Jack, I
need it Jack."

My mother was going on and on. I could see moisture all over her thighs just
like the moisture I felt between mine. I saw my Dad take the vibrator thing
out of mom and he started to rub it over a little protrusion at the top of
her pussy.

"That's it Jack, give my clit some attention. Rub my clit. Rub it harder,
make mommy cum.

For some reason, my other hand, the one not manipulating my right breast,
went down to my own pussy and slid my panties down and off. They were sure
soaked. I thought I peed in them they were so wet, but I didn't remember
doing it. I instinctively moved my legs apart as my index finger searched
for the spot on me that was so affecting my mom. BINGO! A wave of electrical
current hit me when I found it. Wild sensations were running up and down
my spine and my legs got weak. I started to rub this clit thing up and down
and the feeling was so perfectly wonderful I knew from that point on I couldn't
let one day go by without feeling like this. What ever it was, my mom was
sure spasmatic over it. She was bucking her hips up and down bouncing off
the bed, yelling at my father to fuck her slutty cunt with his big joystick.

"Not now slut. I want to make that slutty cunt of yours cum with my mouth.
You want that bitch? You want my hot tongue in that cunt of yours? Shit you've
had every thing else in there, now it's my tongue's turn.

"Mommy wants your tongue. Yeah, give my sloppy cunt your tongue. Make me
cum with that lick stick," my mom yelled.

I watched intently as my dad took a pillow from the bed and placed in on
the floor. He then knelt down while my mother placed her ass close to the
edge of the bed and positioned her pussy right in front of my dad's face.
My dad then spread my mom's legs out as far as they would go and commenced
to stick his tongue in her pussy. He was licking it all over before finally
setting on one particular area. It then looked like he was sucking on something.
As he starting sucking, one of his fingers disappeared in mom's pussy. Then
he put in another, then a third one. To my utter surprise, this was bringing
immense pleasure to my mom. She was moaning and groaning and looked like
she was in pleasure heaven. My own little fingers where hard at work themselves.
The fingers in my right hand were now pinching my hardened nipples, while
my index finger of my left was rubbing up and down on my hard little mound
of flesh at the top of my own soaking cunty. My breath was coming faster
and faster and I felt like I was going to faint. I didn't want to do that
cause I was afraid I might miss something. So I kind of paused so I could
catch my breath and regain my composure somewhat.

Something was happening to my body. It was like I was possessed -- I didn't
want to stop. However, I had this commanding power in my brain that was driving
me to remain standing until this exciting bedroom scene between my parents
played out. It was like I was telling myself, you can play with yourself
later, stay and learn what you can now. What I was learning was that if a
tongue and fingers manipulate your pussy long enough, you have some sort
of pleasurable build up then a powerful release.

"Yes, Jack yes oh god Jack that so good. Mommy's cumming, fuck it's so good.
Ahhhhhggggg!!!!!!

I never realized my mom even knew the word "fuck" much less ever use it.
She sure was having some kind of pleasurable experience. An experience that
made her kick her legs and scream and buck and put her in a state of which
I have never seen her in. When her ass flew up in the air then slammed back
down I just knew she was releasing something from her pussy. And like a good
lap dog, my father was licking it all up!

My mother's excitement seemed to be leaving her now, but somehow it seemed
magically transferred to my dad. He even changed places with my mother although
he didn't spread his legs out like she did. His pee pee, I mean cock, seemed
even bigger now. It was really swollen and it looked like it had a big purple
head on it. My mother then started kissing his boo boo, however, this seemed
to excite dad even more. He reached for the back of mom's head and told her
to, "put her slutty mouth around it and suck it good!" Then mom started putting
his cock in her mouth, then dad push her head down so the whole thing was
in there. How did she ever fit that whole thing in without gagging, was a
wonder to me. Mom then started to move her head up and down on dad's cock.
It looked just like she was bobbing for apples. While she was doing this,
she put a hand on my dad cock and started running it up and down its shaft
as well. Mom certainly knew what she was doing and I could tell she was really
enjoying giving dad so much pleasure. It looked like Dad's eyes were rolled
back into his head, and his face was all contorted-but he was loving it that's
for sure.

"Oh you fucking hot bitch. Your mouth is so good on my cock. I just had to
have your slutty mouth on it today. Suck me off whore, I love it, I fucking
love it.

My father was just as good at talking dirty as mom was. I couldn't believe
he called my mom a whore. I was half expecting her to slap his face but all
she did was suck harder. Now it was my father's turn to start bucking and
trying to shove his cock further and further into my mom's mouth. This didn't
bother mom at all, I guess she was expecting it.

I guess she was expecting what happen next too! All of a sudden, mom's head
came off dad's cock and she stated jerking it as fast as she could. Then
she briefly paused to stick his cock right between her big titties. She then
pushed her titties together, mashing them against the side of Dad's cock
and he began to push his cock back and forth between them. Then he cried
out and mom whooped with joy as dad shot this white liquid into the air splattering
onto mom chin and breasts. This didn't upset mom either as she began to gather
the liquid with her fingers and lick it up. I guess whatever it was sure
tasted good because she sure like getting it in her mouth. My mom then lifted
her breasts to her mouth and began licking the liquid off her breasts. I
wondered if my little mounds would ever get so big that I could do that?

As soon as my dad shot his load of fluid on mom, it was as if someone had
flicked a switched. Instead of talking baby talk and all those dirty words,
they were back to their mushy selves. They were kissing and hugging and telling
each other how much they loved one another. It was enough to make any teenager
want to puke. I couldn't listen to that stuff, so I slowly started making
my way, very quietly, up the stairs to my room. I immediately threw my soaked
panties in the hamper and lay down on my bed. I hoisted my skirt up and then
began rubbing my pussy in earnest, trying to remember what my father had
done to drive my mother so crazy. It was hard to concentrate though because
my finger on by little clit just felt too damn good and all I wanted to do
is just rub it, rub it, and rub it some more.

As I rubbed it, I started feeling something building in the pit of my stomach.
I shut my eyes and tried to catch some air as this feeling raced down from
my pit and hit my pussy with an explosion that curled my toes and made me
almost pull one of my little nipples off my body from pulling on it so hard.
My whole body was now shaking and tingling. It was such a wonderful sensation
I instantly knew I wanted, no needed, to have it as many times a day as humanly
possible.

Nothing in my life could remotely compare to this feeling. I was soon to
discover that this was but a small eruption compared to other future sexual
explosions I would have. Nevertheless, it awakened my sensual being. I had
to have more and more of this pleasure from this moment on. So much for "Swiss
Family Robinson!"

I had to discover everything there was to know about sex so I could increase
my pleasure. But where and how do I start? I figure I'd start by reflecting
on what I saw in the mirror downstairs. I had this kind of button that I
now knew was my clit. This clit could give me great pleasure when touched
properly, so I needed to investigate that. I got up and went to get my hand
mirror so I got see what my clit looked like. When I got up, this juice started
running down my leg. Was this what I produced when I shuttered so hard? I
thought I felt something excreting from my pussy but I couldn't tell for
sure, confused by the state I was in. Then I remembered my father licking
this out of mom and how mom licked dad's so I thought, what the hell, I should
taste this stuff. I ran my finger over the liquid then licked it off with
my tongue. Not so bad, but not a lot of taste either. It had this musty order
to it and I did notice a slight tingle again in my pussy as I got a good
whiff of it. So this is what makes dogs so excited when they smell a bitch
in heat. Was that what I was, a bitch in heat?

No time now to ponder that question. I wondered into the upstairs bathroom
I shared with my older (by two years) brother. I got a face cloth out and
started rubbing my juice off of my leg. I then started to clean off my pussy
and noticed that I was really lingering in this area. Taking a lot of time
to ensure I got every drop. Hell, who was I kidding, I was rubbing my clit
with the cloth. It seems the cloth was awakening the forces again. I sat
down on the seat and spread my legs far apart. I needed to see what was causing
this lovely feeling once again. I picked up my mirror I had laid on the sink
and put it between my legs and dropped the cloth to the floor. Then I used
my left hand to spread my pussy lips apart just like I had seen my mom do.
I looked at the reflection in the mirror. There was indeed a bump on the
top of my pussy. It appeared it was covered by a little hood. I wondered
if my clit was under the hood. I tried to move the hood up without moving
the mirror or letting my pussy lips unspread. It was a challenge, but I finally
did it. There it was. I tiny little elongated piece of sensitive flesh. Without
realizing what I was doing, I moved the handle of my mirror up a bit and
touched my now exposed clit with the handle. Wow, that was the pleasure place
for sure. The good feeling I just had was racing back again. I tried to remain
more composed this time so I could experiment and learn as I discover the
joys of clit playing. I started to rub the handle faster against my joy button.
This was nothing short of heaven!

Then a flash of my father's fingers buried deep in my mother's pussy hit
my frontal lobe. Didn't he ask her about all the things she had put in her
pussy? Oh how I wished I had mom's little toy to try. No time to run downstairs
for a banana or cucumber either. However, I had this handle? What would that
be like? Only one way to find out. I used my finger to try and find the whole
where fingers, toys and apparently fruit go to give pleasure. I finally found
my pussy entrance a little lower down. I tried my index finger first and
my pussy still being so wet, it slipped right in.

It was only in a small way but I could already tell this was way more exciting
than just rubbing my little clit. I guided the handle of my mirror down to
where my finger was imbedded in my pussy. I removed my finger and slowly
replaced it with the tapered end of the mirror. Ever so slowly, I pushed
it in. Further and further it went until it hit something. The handle must
have only been in three inches or so before it hit the snag. Now I know my
mom had a lot more than three inches of her toy in her hole, how come I couldn't
get at least half as much?

Whatever was preventing more handle penetration would have to be discovered
later. I was afraid to "break" anything in there and not have it work again.
Therefore, I just moved the handle slowly back out. Then back in. Then back
out. Just as I had seen my father doing to my mom. In and out the handle
went. I started to feel so wonderful again that I was lost to the world.
When I started rubbing my little clit in concert with my stroking, well,
this was way better than the first time with just my finger rubbing my clit.
Hard to believe, but the feeling can be improved upon, I said to myself!
I got more daring as my handle and finger went to work simultaneously. I
leaned back again the back of the toilet and just let it flow. It was all
I could do just to stay on the seat. The pleasure was just too intense for
me to stop or to notice someone watching me.

I continued to masturbate, as I leaned what it was called later on, oblivious
to the world. I had no idea how long I was masturbating or what cause me
to look towards the door. When I did, I saw Greg, my 15-year-old brother,
standing there. I was startled, but not enough to move. I was too close to
the end -- and I had to experience what I knew was coming next! I had to
have my end!

He was smiling at me and didn't look like he wanted me to stop anyway. Then
I saw why. His cock was sticking threw his fly and he hand his hand wrapped
around it and was stroking hard just like mom had stroked dad's earlier.
For some reason, the sight of him stroking himself just increased my desire
to masturbate harder. Harder I went until once again this feeling lifted
my ass of the toilet seat, completely overwhelming me, and rocking every
nerve ending in my body. As I sat shuttering from another pussy explosion,
I saw Greg's ass move back and forth and then his white fluid started spraying
out of his cock hole.

He sure had a lot of the stuff. He fired off about five good sprays before
it finally just started dribbling out. When it was done dribbling, he picked
up the face cloth I had discarded and wipe himself off. Pleased with himself,
he threw the cloth at me and said, "don't tell anyone or you're dead meat,"
and he was gone.

The cloth hit me in the face so I naturally just took a whiff. It had the
same kind of musty order my juice had. I stood up, this time expecting juices
to flow down my leg and again they did so. While wiping them off, I noticed
Greg's juice lumping up on the floor. I reached down and picked some up with
my finger to examine it. Why did mom enjoying this stuff so much? I realized
this was an opportunity that couldn't be passed up-I put it in my mouth.
Might be better warm, I thought.

I went back to my room and put on a clean pair of panties. I laid on my bed
and tried to think about what to do next. I knew what I wanted, I wanted
to go touch my brother's cock. I had seen two in one day. However, I heard
my brother going back down the stairs so I'm sure he was gone for awhile.
Then I started thinking about Billy's cock-did it have freckles like his
face. The thought of his freckled cock started my pussy "itching" again.
Oh well, if it got too bad I was now secure in the knowledge that this time,
I'd know how to scratch it.

Chapter Two: Lessons Learned Well

I sat at my desk to contemplate all that had happened to me today. I figured
I had to write it all down while it was fresh in my mind. I needed to dissect
every detail and by writing it down it would ensure I didn't forget anything
later on. Not that forgetting was likely to happy. Nevertheless, I couldn't
take any chances with such important data. Moreover, there was no way I would
be able to keep this to myself. I'd simply have to tell someone! I'd be better
able to explain it after I had written down the finer points and mulled them
over.

So with pen in hand I started to jot down notes about things I saw or heard
but did not understand. I wrote down every thing I could remember, from the
strange talk to discovering my clit. I also wrote down how, after a man gets
excited, white stuff comes out of his pee hole. Finally, I jotted down a
few notes about my pussy hole, like how my mom's was so much deeper than
mine. As I was finishing up my notes, my mom called me down stairs to help
her with some chores.

"What time did you get home dear? I didn't hear you come in."

"I don't know, must have been close to one. I didn't see anyone so I just
went up stairs and read my book."

"Greg said he heard you in the bathroom, that's the only way I knew you where
home. I wished you'd tell me when you have half days. I could have prepared
some lunch for you. You must be starving."

"I ate my sandwich on the way home, so I'm not that hungry. Sorry I didn't
tell you about the half-day thing, I thought Greg would tell you," I lied

"Now you know Greg can hardly remember to tie his shoes these days. Girls
or sports are all that he's concern with. If his head wasn't attached, he'd
forget that as well!"

I figured now was a good time to hit old mom up about what men and women
did together, you know the birds and the bees speech. Maybe she could explain
a few things. Hell, she could explain everything I imagined from what I had
seen today. I had a million questions, but I couldn't ask most of them without
giving away my secrets.

"Yea, I noticed that myself. Why do you think he thinks about girls so much
all of a sudden? I think I liked him better when he was just thinking about
playing basketball.

"He's going though puberty is all. Everyone goes through it sooner or later
my dear."

"What's puberty mom?"

"Well, it's when a boy starts changing into a man. It's the same for girls
with the first have their periods"

I had started my period about ten months ago, just after my 13th birthday.
My mom had been pretty good about explaining all the technical stuff that
happens to a woman's body each month, and even why it happens. Of course
she did it in a way that didn't mention a damn thing about cocks and how
your pussy gets so when you think about one or sticking bananas and cucumbers
and oh yes, vibrators in between your pussy lips. Somehow she managed to
leave all that good stuff out. At least I knew about eggs and how they got
fertilized. What I wanted to know was how the sperm got planted and why touching
yourself felt so damn good.

"Can't he change into a man without thinking about girls all the time?"

"No dear, that just part of it."

Damn, is this woman ever going to give something up? "Mom, do you thing he
gets an "itch" down there when he thinks of girls," I boldly asked.

"My, you are full of questions today aren't you."

"How am I going to know anything if you don't tell me mother." "I guess I'll
just have to ask Paula," I said in a huff

"I suppose I owe you that. My mother never said a word to me about it. I
was always so curious about things and was dying to ask her. I suppose you're
the same way. Hate for you to learn like I did-experimentation! I guess it's
high time we have a little women to women chat. How about after supper we
sit down and I'll answer all your questions?"

"Really mom? I mean you'll explain stuff to me or just the 'put this here,
that goes there' stuff."

"I will try to answer your questions dear the best I can - within reason
of course."

"Great mom. Gee, I didn't think anyone would ever tell me anything."

"I understand dear. I was your age once myself, remember. We'll have a good
talk but for now I got to get supper ready.

Supper never came so slow. I couldn't wait to find out about what sex was
really like-and from someone who really knew! I wasn't disappointed either.
I never realized how cool my mom really was. I think the key to her willingness
to open up was when I mentioned Paula. Paula was my cousin, my mom's sister's
daughter. Aunt Sue was divorced and there never was a shortage of men around
her place. Paula was about a year older than I was. We saw each other all
the time and I knew if I needed to know something about sex; she'd be the
right person to ask. All the guys at school said she was 'easy', just like
her mom. Anyway, I knew she had to know more about sex than I did. Now my
mom loved Paula like she was her own daughter. Yet, I was quite certain she
didn't want me learning anything about sex from her or Aunt Sue.

After supper, Mom asked me to help her with the dishes. My brother was out
at basketball practice and Dad was over at Aunt Sue's fixing one of her pipes.
We had the house to ourselves.

My mom started telling all the basic stuff first. You know the kind of things
you would learn in a sex education class. I didn't learn about it because
they didn't have sex education in my school during the sixties. By the time
she finished, I know about how cocks got hard, hymens, eggs, sperm, clits,
orgasms, how a cock fits in a pussy and why-everything I needed to know about
how females got pregnant, I know knew. Even breast milk.

"OK mom, so did you ever get urges when you were my age?"

"Urges? Do you mean did I get horny? OH, I didn't explain horny did I? Let's
see. Horny is a word used to describe the feeling in your vagina. You know
the one that makes you squeeze your legs together and makes it drip, drip,
drip. When men get horny their penis becomes erect so it will fit in a female's
vagina. When a female gets horny or aroused, her vagina lubricates so it
can better accept a hard penis. Therefore, when you tell someone you're horny
it usually means you want to have intercourse or some kind of sex anyway.
You'll find that men are always saying they're horny. Anyway, it is quite
a natural thing to get horny, and yes I did, quite often in fact."

"Wow mom, I'm the same way. I mean my pussy is always wet and I have this
itch and I have this really strong desire to rub it. I thought there was
something wrong with me. So mom, I mean did you rub it or is that wrong?"

"Terry, in my day people didn't even discuss the word sex in public or with
their children for that matter. Masturbation was a taboo subject although
I'm quite certain everyone was doing it. Society said it would do bad things
to you but I since discovered they were just trying to keep the young folks
from discovering and wanting sex too early. They feared that masturbation
would turn us all into sex maniacs and lead to unwanted pregnancies. The
real facts were had they explained everything to us when we needed explained,
all those girls might not have gotten pregnant like they did anyway. When
I think back it is little wonder sex was so big among teens of that era -
too much self-discovery."

"You mean it's OK to touch myself?"

"Yes, my dear it is. Everyone does it and don't believe anyone who says otherwise.
It won't make you go blind or sick or anything else. What it does is make
you feel good. It's great for stress relief. More people should do it. Keep
them from getting so bitchy. Besides, no one ever got pregnant from rubbing
their clit."

"I touched myself today for the first time mom, it was so wonderful it almost
made me faint. I'm glad you told me what you did. I didn't want to feel guilty."

"I'm glad you did too dear. Sex is wonderful although I advise caution at
your age, at least with boys. I'd also keep the fact you like playing with
yourself between you and me. Not everyone approves my dear."

"Do you still do it mom. I mean when you get horny?"

"Yes, but not often. I have your father dear and he keeps me from getting
urges."

"You mean you have his thing in your thing so you don't need to do it yourself?"

"It's funny you calling it a thing. I figured all you teens liked calling
it cocks and pussies. Oh well, but yes to answer your question, I'm quite
satisfied so I don't need to pleasure myself as much. Still, at times I do
it, especially when I'm taking a bath."

"Can I try that? What do you think about when you're doing it?"

"Yes, try it. I told you not to be ashamed of your body or touching it -
ever! I think about how happy your dad makes me and that makes me horny.
I'm really lucky to have him and I can only hope you'll find someone who
you enjoy sharing your body with as much as I do with him."

"Gee, I never think of dad as being sexy or anything."

"You're only 13. It's hard for you to understand what deep emotional love
really is. I'm sure you've had feelings for some boy at school that just
makes you crazy when you look at him. That's kind of what it's like, except
one hundred times more powerful. I would do anything to make your dad happy.
He's my life and he gave me two wonderful children. I love him more than
I can ever explain to you. It's just something you have to feel for yourself.
Imagine we've been married nearly seventeen years and my heart still skips
a beat every time he walks through that door. I just melt every time he kisses
me!"

"So I guess you guys still do it then even though your old and everything
and don't want anymore children."

"Old, we're not old - I'm only 36 and we do it like crazy. That's what love
is all about. I'll never get tired of doing it. I hope to be doing it with
dad when we're both in our seventies, so we got a lot of doing it left. You'll
find that once you start, it's a hard thing to give up. So let's talk about
that."

"I haven't done that mom, I've just touched myself is all."

"I know dear, but you'll want to some day soon. Once you start pleasuring
yourself, it's only natural you'll want the pleasure that only a man can
give you. You may have many things in your pussy but you'll discover nothing
beats a nice hard cock!"

"MOM!"

"What's the matter? You wanted to know didn't you? Pussies are especially
built for cocks--they love them! Now, your brain might tell you that you'd
only enjoy it with someone you love. However, your pussy has a mind of its
own and when it gets wet, it wants a cock in it. Sometimes women will use
other devices to pleasure themselves, but nothing can replace a cock in my
opinion. Besides, it's what nature intended.

"Do you use other things mom?"

At this point, my mom went technical on me again. Explaining how women use
vibrators, candles, bananas and other assorted things to artificially replace
a man's penis. She had done this many times herself over the years to relieve
stress or when dad wasn't around, or to enhance the sex act (like this afternoon).
However, cocks were special as I discovered later for myself. Mom was right,
cocks are simply irreplaceable."

"Now boys are going to try and get you to have sex with them. If they don't,
I'd start to worry. They can't help themselves. They were built to propagate
the species."

"What? I'm not following you mom."

"Think of it this way. We humans are mammals. Now most male mammals try to
breed with as many females as they can to keep the species alive. You see
this every day in nature. The human male is the same way - it's built in.
Fortunately, humans have the ability to reason. This ability lets us live
in a civilized society. It's this society that places rules and restrictions
on you to maintain this civilized state. Take away society and boys would
be running around trying to screw anything they could catch. Society might
restrict their sexual aggression but their basic desire is still there-built
right in. With that in mind, you can bet that the boys will try to get you
sexually aroused."

"So that's a bad thing for them to do? What will they try to do to me to
make me horny? What does nature make us do mom?"

"This is fun talking to you like an adult. I thought I'd be nervous and afraid
you wouldn't understand. You have so many questions I just know I'm doing
the right thing talking to you like this."

"Yea mom, I love it too! I feel so much better knowing I can ask you stuff
- you're cool mom."

"That might me the nicest compliment you ever gave me, now to answer your
questions. No it's not a bad thing for boys to try and make you horny. However,
it is if you tell them no. They'll start by kissing you and maybe trying
to get their tongue in your mouth. I know, sounds gross doesn't it? A lot
of sexual things sound gross but once you do them you'll find you'll like
doing it. If you don't, then don't do those things. Boys will always try
to talk you into doing things you might not be comfortable doing, so you'll
have to be aware of this and trust your own judgment."

"What else beside kissing. Will they try and feel me up?"

"Big time. Men love breasts. Your father is... oh never mind. Anyway, the
boys will love trying to touch them. Some won't have a clue what they are
doing and squeeze too hard or pinch your nipples till they hurt. However,
if they do it properly it feels wonderful."

"How will I know if they are doing it right?"

"Mostly if they are gentle, you will like it. You can always fondle your
own to discover what feeling you like best."

"Gee mom, did you do that?"

"Yes, it's part of what masturbation is all about. Learn to please yourself
and you'll know how to help your boyfriend please you. After all, most men
and certainly young teens, are more interested in pleasing themselves than
their partner. You have to teach them that pleasing you can be more pleasurable
for the both of you. This is most likely way over your head now and a lot
for you to digest, but you'll see what I'm talking about in time. It will
come in handy later and if you forget, you can always ask me anything you
want, anytime you want, OK Terry?"

"Sure mom, I will. No one has a mom a cool as you. So what else will boys
try to do to me to make me horny mom?"

"Their ultimate goal of course is to get their penis in your pussy. They'll
try and rub your clit and put their finger in it, maybe even try to kiss
it. All these things can make your head spin. So much so you may even want
to let them. At 13, you're much to young for that emotionally and physically.
Besides, penetration could bring babies then what would you do. Sex can be
fun, but it is also dangerous. That's why you always have to stay in control.
I could just tell you to stay in your room forever and just pleasure yourself,
but that's not the right thing to do. You need to learn to enjoy sex and
not shy away from it. And another thing, once you do one, everyone in school
will hear about it with all the bragging that will be going on. Hell, even
if you don't do anything, they'll say they fucked you. It's an ego thing
with them.

"So what should I do?"

"Leave the hot shots alone. They may be kings of the school but they make
the worst boyfriends. Now the quite, shy ones appreciate a good woman and
can be controlled. Not that they are wimps or anything, it's just that they
are more willing to share and sharing is what good sex is all about. However,
sometimes there is no controlling who you like or love-you just do. Love
is blind as they say."

"How do you control dad?"

"I don't have to. We love and respect each other. I was talking about controlling
the sexual situation. Basically, once a guy cums he loses his aggression.
Boys want to cum, most don't care how. If you can manage to make them cum,
they'll forget about trying to get it in you and you can still have fun.
At some point, you'll find the right guy to make love with. Until them, there
are other ways to control them."

"How mom?"

"Masturbate them with your hand is the easiest. Most of them jack-off as
they call it five times a day anyway, but they love having a girl do it.
You can also let them rub their penis on your leg or breasts or do what they
really love the most-oral sex."

"You mean put their penis in my mouth? Yuck!"

"Sounds yucky but it's not. I'm not telling you to do it, not yet anyway.
It's just one part of sex that guys really enjoy. When they do it to you,
you'll understand why. At your age, I'm sure you'll be more into your own
self-discovery than with any boys. However, you'll hear kids gossip about
things and you'll really know what is going on. Information is power and
guys won't be able to bullshit you. You'll know more than them. Doesn't mean
you have to act on it but you'll be prepared for when you do."

My dad came through the door and kissed mom and I noticed him touching her
right breast. For the first time, I really noticed how genuinely glad to
see each other they were even after only being apart for a short time.

As for me, I went up to my bedroom to explore my own breasts. This time I
didn't have to worry about my dear brother barging in on me since he was
off at basketball practice. Although, I did enjoy seeing his hard cock explode
earlier in the day. I think my brother was one of those five-times-a-day
boys my mom was talking about.

Free to explore, I removed my blouse and T-shirt - no training bra for me
since I was beginning to love the feel of my nipples on my cotton shirts.
My little buds where beginning to sprout and I tried to imagine my Bobby,
the red haired boy, rubbing them. I pretended my hands belonged to him as
I explored my expanding nubs. I was hoping my breasts would grow to be like
moms, nice and firm and big. My dad sure seemed to love them. Maybe Greg
would enjoy putting his penis between mine, if they would only grow some.
Greg! What's his face doing here? I mean Bobby!

Shaking my head to remove Greg's image from it, I started to slowly rub my
nipple, pulling on them, trying to discover how hard to do it. I found when
I squeezed them just right, my pussy started quivering again - I adored the
feeling. Greg was going to have to masturbate more that five times a day
to keep pace with me at this rate. I was going from never touching myself
to not being able to keep my hands off myself. I looked at the top of my
dresser and found my hairbrush. I started to get very wet, finding the wetter
I got, the harder I squeezed my nipples and the more I wanted some thing,
anything, in my pussy.

I quickly got my skirt and panties off and spread my legs apart. My left
hand moved to my clit and started to rub that precious pedal. My right hand
continued to fondle my breasts and nipples, moving back and forth from one
to the other. I started to thrust my ass back and forth and moved my fingers
into my pussy tunnel. Remember, I learned previously how far the handle of
my brush would slide into my tunnel without hurting myself.

I just couldn't remove my hand from my tit because it felt so good. Yet,
I still wanted to touch my clit and stroke my pussy at the same time so I
tried adjusting the angle of penetration. I found by rubbing the handle over
my clit and then into my pussy tunnel it gave me a vastly superior feeling
of excitement. I started to rock my ass in concert with my brush fucking
my little slut hole. Rocking my ass, pulling on my tit, rubbing my clit,
building, building, and building, towards that earth shattering, almost violent
ending that would soon be upon me. That's when I saw my mother in my doorway,
just staring at me. I couldn't stop fucking myself, it didn't matter if mom
was watching me or not. After all, she told me to please myself and I was
doing just that. So pleasurable was the experience that I couldn't help but
smile at her. She smiled back as she watched me and my body quiver into a
wild, almost violent, orgasm. I yelled out with a loud moan as I squeezed
my legs together and grabbed the bureau to keep from falling. Orgasmic cum
juice was streaming down my legs as I gather my wits just in time to see
mom give me a bigger smile and leave me to my post orgasmic bliss.

As I began to gather my composure, I realized that thus far, each time I
stroked my pussy had given me even me greater pleasure than the last. I also
knew my lust for myself was not yet satisfied. I headed for the shower, got
it going and stepped in. I gave myself a good rub down with my soap that
was mostly beauty crème. I closed my eyes and imagined rubbing the cocks
I had seen earlier in the day - no faces attached, just cocks. First I got
the big one all soapy and stroked it happily as I diddled my clit, running
the same soap bar over it as the cock. My mind pictured my hand pleasuring
that cock as my hard was pleasuring me. My mind showed me that big cock spitting
out cum as the ass attached to it jerked violently as I pulled on it to get
every drop out. Still diddling away, my mind now raced to the smaller cock
I had seen. This time I picture myself licking it and rubbing it over my
face before taking it between my lips as I had seen mom do to dad. I was
happily masturbating to this vision while I waited for the feel of that liquid
to fill my mouth. Just as I was imagining that small cock squirting in me,
I put my mouth under the hot water and pretended it was cum, swishing it
all around and swallowing it as my body quiver and shook from one more orgasm.

I sat down in the shower; exhausted from the hours of excitement I had given
myself. After several minutes, I dragged myself out of the shower, brushed
my teeth, put my jammies on, and hit the bed. It didn't take my long to fall
asleep. Three hours later I woke up my senses still groggy with sleep. As
my senses began to sharpen, I noticed my alarm clock said 11 PM. I then notice
a faint light coming from my brother's room and some not so faint moaning.
Being overwhelmed with a newfound curiosity, I had to investigate. I slowly
walked out of my room and crawled on the floor the few feet between our rooms.
He seldom closed his door and it was open as usual. I got up on my hands
and knees and saw him lying in bed with a book in his hands. He was propped
up against the pillow and the book was in his left hand. A small bed lamp
was on and he was leaning towards it to get as much light as he could. It
didn't seem like anything strange except for the look on his face - it was
a look I had seen before!

That's when I notice the movement of his blankets. Something under them was
making them bounce up and down. The something seemed to be located right
above his cock! Oh my, Greg was masturbating again! Shit, I wanted to see
his cock again but couldn't because of the blanket. I was going to just leave
but I decided to wait until he shot his cum. Would he do it under the blankets
and get them all wet? What would he do with the stuff? Before I had a chance
to question further, Greg though his blankets off, put the book down, closed
his eyes and really started to crank on his hard cock. He was really jerking
it and I hoped he wouldn't hurt himself any. Once again my pussy stirred
as I fought back the urge to help Greg out. I wanted it to be my hand around
his penis but even I know looking was one thing and touching quite another.

Greg soon began to breathe deeply and I knew it wouldn't be long before his
fluid would come flying out. As if on cue, he arched his back moaned loudly,
and cum flew out of his cock, flying up into the air and landing back on
his belly. Settling down, Greg reached between his mattresses and pulled
out an old rag and started to wipe his cock with it. As he did, I quietly
backed away from the door and crawled back into my room and under my covers.
My pussy was dripping once more. Not wanting to deprive myself, I slowly
manipulated my clit and nipples never increasing my speed until the very
last when I couldn't stand it anymore. All the while, I envisioned my hand
over Greg's cock until finally I shot my own cum. This time it was not as
powerful as before, but more comforting and relaxing afterwards.

The next day when mom and me where once again doing the dishes together I
asked her about orgasms.

"Mom do you have the same feeling every time you have sex."

"No dear, each time is different. Women can sometimes have nice sex without
ever cumming. Other times, like the one I suspect you had yesterday after
our little talk, can be very powerful."

"Yea, I think I'm finding that out. Did you have lots of wet stuff come out
of you after you, you know, cum?"

"Yes, I think it's our blessing and our curse. The good thing is we can cum
easily and often. Unfortunately, we also have to live with all the cum that
flows out of us. When you and I get horny, we lubricate early and in great
amounts, certainly more than we would ever need."

"So I've noticed."

"Terry, how many times did you cum yesterday?"

"I didn't count mom, maybe five times."

"Five times at one session. My god, you're are a horny thing. I glad we had
our talk before you just exploded," mom said with great laughter.

"Well to be honest, I kind of masturbated more than once."

"How many times?"

"At least four, maybe five."

"Five times on your first day! Good god Terry, don't wear your pussy out
before it even matures."

"Mom, you didn't tell me I could wear it out. What's going to happen to me?"

"Nothing dear, I was only joking with you. You can't wear it out. Just slow
down, OK. There is more to life than sex. I don't want you staying in your
room fingering yourself all day. Anyway, it's a new experience so I guess
it will wear off after awhile and you'll find a better pace for yourself."

"I bet I don't do it as much as Greg."

"Oh dear, I almost forgot about him. I guess he must do it a lot too. Young
boys are in a constant state of arousal. Better he does it himself though
instead of knocking up some poor little girl. This family, I think, is really
oversexed."

"I guess we're just like you and dad, mom. Dad's always trying to get in
your pants isn't he?"

"Yes he is dear. Believe me, I'm grateful it's mine he wants all the time.
Quite frankly, I need it as much as he does. Lord knows what kind of slut
I'd be if I didn't meet him first."

"What's a slut mom?"

"Just a women who loves sex so much, she'll sleep with many men to fill her
needs."

"Can guys be sluts too?"

"Funny you should ask that. In my mind, yes. However, in our society men
are praised if they sleep with many women but women are looked down upon
for doing the same thing."

"That sucks mom. I think sex is great. When I get older, I want to do everything."

"I don't blame you dear, but do be careful. One can have fun and still save
your reputation. Just remember what I said about the quiet and shy types."

Shy didn't pertain to my cousin Paula. That Saturday, my aunt and Paula came
over. While my mom entertained her sister, I was doing the same with Paula.
Having been experimenting with myself for a few days now, I was curious how
much experimenting Paula had been doing. Paula was about an inch taller than
me and had breasts that every guy in school wanted to play with. Paula knew
how to dress to tease them too. I had often heard guys talking about what
a 'cock tease' she was.

"Paula, why do the guys at school call you a 'cock tease'? Is it because
they get horny when they look at you?"

"What do you know about being horny? Who said I was a cock tease? Was it
Doug?"

Doug was a jock that Paula really liked. He was a grade ahead of her and
was going with the lead cheerleader named Nancy. Nancy was fully developed
and had Doug wrapped around her little finger. Or, as my mom would say, under
her control.

"I know stuff. My mom told me. She even saw me playing with myself. I had
orgasms and everything."

"Naw, you're lying. I bet you don't even know what a clit is."

"I do so. I rubbed mine and I can make myself cum, lots."

"When's the last time you did it then?"

"This morning, in the shower. I love doing it in the shower."

"You ever suck cock?" Paula asked.

"No, I've never done anything with a guy. I've seen my mom doing it though."

"You watched your mom sucking off your dad?"

I shook my head, then commenced to tell Paula the events of that day, and
how I watched my brother masturbate twice and my not being able to get enough
of my own pussy. She was amazed to say the least.

"I wish my breasts were as big as yours. I bet they'd be a lot more fun to
play with then. My mom said guys like rubbing their cocks between them. Mine
are way to small for that."

"I don't even think you'd know what to do with a guy if he played with yours."

"Well, I guess I'd enjoy it. Tell him if he did it too hard or not. I'd let
him kiss me and stuff, all over, then I would make him cum with my hand when
he wanted to put it in me."

"I've done that. It's pretty cool to watch them cum. I have seen my mom sucking
guys off and tried that too, once. I like it, except the part where I gagged
on his cum."

"You really did that? With who?"

"Promise not to tell?"

"Yea, of course."

"Greg."

"You sucked my brother's cock? Wow!"

"Well I didn't plan it. I'd seen my mother do if a few times when she thought
I was sleeping and wanted to try it. I came over the house looking for you
a few weeks ago and caught Greg reading his sex book. He had a hard on. I
asked him what he was doing and he told me reading a 'fuck book' and did
I want to read it with him. I started reading about this guy getting a blow
joy, that's what they called it in the book, and it made me so horny I just
had to do it. I accidentally touched Greg's cock with my hand and before
I knew it, I was kissing it all over. When I finally put it between my lips,
I had my own orgasm right then and there. I just couldn't stop sucking it
even after he shot his stuff in me. I just kept on sucking and sucking and
pretty soon Greg shot more in my mouth. It was just so cool, much better
than the old green banana I practiced on."

I quickly ran down stairs and grabbed two bananas from the shelf, then back
up the stairs. "Show me what you did," I said, still panting.

"It's not hard. You just pretend it's a cock and lick it all around then
stick it in your mouth."

I started licking it right away but it tasted funny.

"No silly, you've got to take the skin off first!"

Trying not to laugh too hard, I removed the skin as Paula did the same. I
started to lick it here and there not really know what I was doing.

"Do it like this," Paula said. I watched as she slowly licked up and down
the shaft. She then began putting the pointed in between her lips, being
careful not to rub it against her teeth. "There, you see. Lick and suck.
Remember not to bite it. Rub it against the inside of your cheek and suck
on it like you would a Popsicle or lollipop."

Paula's demonstration took a new turn when she started rubbing her breasts
as she sucked on the banana. She started squeezing on whole breast meat at
a time. I tried to follow her lead, but I didn't quite have the meat she
had. I was focusing more now on her tit massage than I was on her efforts
to suck off that banana. I was sucking on mine as well while I pinched first
one of my nipples then the other. I noticed that Paula was watching me play
with my tits as much as I was watching her fondle hers. My hand wanted so
much to caress my clit bud, but I ignored the desire and continued on with
my practice blowjob. My pussy was like a river and quite uncomfortable. It
was begging me to touch it. I was moving my ass all around and squeezing
my legs together without even realizing I was doing it. However, Paula was
noticing, as her eyes grew wide from watching my gyrations. With her juices
flowing freely as well, Paula finally took the banana out of her mouth and
placed it on the bed.

"I think you're getting the hang of it Terry. You can do a lot of Frenching
to warm up. Good to get your tongue going on your man's before you go down
on him."

Another new term, "Go down on him?"

"Yea, you know suck his cock, give him head, blow-job, go down on him, all
the same. You've got to get with the lingo if you don't want to be called
a nerd."

"How do I do this 'Frenching' thing?" I asked.

"You never French kissed? It's kissing with your tongues locked together.
Forget that, I bet you never even kissed a guy yet have you?" Paula asked
and I shook my head. "All right then, I'll just have to show you." Paula
slid over to where I was sitting and put her lips on mine. I froze, not knowing
what to do. "Come on, kiss me back, you want to learn don't you? You kiss
your mom don't you? OK by me if you want to be clueless when a guy kisses
you. You'll probably be such a wet noodle; he'll never touch you again. Next
thing you know, you'll be a 25-year old virgin, then an old maid. Before
you know it, you'll be 70 and still having to rub your pussy because no decent
guy wants to fuck you. And all because you were too afraid to kiss your freaking
cousin!"

With a reaction that even fooled me, I pressed my lips hard against Paula's.
I stuck my tongue between my own lips and Paula's mouth opened enough to
welcome it. Her tongue met mine and they started petting each other. It was
a nice feeling, one definitely worth experiencing. Paula's hand became as
busy as her tongue and she pinched my nipples and rubbed my pert little tits.
As I started to reach for hers, she broke the kiss.

"Lets take our blouses off so we can see how it feels to have a body next
to our tits." Paula got up and removed her blouse as she walked towards my
bedroom door and closed it. When she turned back towards me, only her bra
remained. Her breasts where much rounder than mind and filled her 34B bra
to the brim. Eventually, they would grow into 38D monsters and I would have
first hand knowledge of their growth rate over the next few years. I had
my blouse almost off. Paula got close to me and with her breast practically
right in my face, removed it. My small breasts now were only covered by my
cotton T-shirt. She took her hands and pulled this shirt out over my head
revealing my tiny globes to her. Paula then turned around and said, "undo
my snap."

With trembling hand I barely managed. When she turned around I saw breasts
in a whole new light. They were no longer just something to fill out a sweater
and tease boys with. They were something to desire. My lust for them hit
me like a powerful wave as my mouth, helplessly surrounded one of her nipples
and I began to suckle it like a hungry child. Paula placed her hand behind
my head and drew me closer to her tit mass. My free hand went to play with
Paula's other nipple, squeezing and teasing it like I love to do to my own.
My own where in Paula's left hand at the moment. The combination of my sucking
on Paula's breasts and her hand on mind brought me to a powerful orgasm.
I shuddered and shook as the orgasmic wave crashed into me. Then I realized
I could cum without even touching my pussy and this realization in itself
had me wanting to discover more about loving my beautiful cousin.

"Show me what you did to your pussy this morning," Paula asked when I finally
let her tit out of my mouth. I could tell Paula was on fire and I so wanted
her to cum like I had that I would do anything to help her out. I stood up
and removed my skirt and panties leaving me totally naked for Paula to see.
I shoved two pillows against my headboard and spread my legs wide.

I pulled my pussy lips apart giving Paula a good view of my little tight
pussy. "I just touch myself right here on my clit and rub it," I said as
I watched Paula remove her remaining clothes.

Paula sat right next to me and started doing the same thing. Side-by-side
we sat diddling our clits until Paula finally reared her ass up and released
her juices-her cum bringing her to a state of bliss that only a good cum
can bring.

"You still got your cherry," Paula said as she began to clam down. After
her cum, I had virtually stopped my cunt playing to focus on watching her
orgasm.

"You mean is my hymen still in tact?"

"If you want to get technical on me, yea that."

"Yes, I told you I haven't been with anyone."

"So, doesn't mean your cherry still there. You've been fingering yourself
and maybe used a few tools. You could have broken it, you know."

"It's still there, I felt it with my hair brush."

"Hair brush. Is that all you could find. I should let you use my mom's vibrator,
you'd get a kick out of that."

"What's that do," I asked?

"Simulates a cock in your pussy while sending these pulsation's through your
pussy-really gets you off good. My mom is a nut case for hers. I use it whenever
she's not around."

"So what about a real cock. Ever have one in your pussy?"

"No, but I will. Got to be careful with cocks or else you end up knocked
up. I want to have fun, but I don't need to get pregnant. Have to find a
boy I like that's smart enough to have a rubber on him."

"How does wearing rubbers prevent you from getting pregnant. A mean a guy
not going to wear rubbers unless it's raining or something."

"Not those kind of rubbers stupid, the ones the guys put around their cocks
so their cum stays in the rubber and doesn't shot in your pussy and knock
you up. Man I thought you knew stuff," Paula said shaking her head and laughing
like hell. "Haven't you ever heard of a condoms?"

"No I guess not. Where does a guy get them?"

"Drug stores mostly, I think. See; let's say this banana is a guy's hard
cock. The rubber would slip right the end and have this little bit left on
the end to catch his cum. I've seen some guy put one on once before he fucked
my mom. She always things I'm sleeping then forgets about me and does it
on the couch or living room floor. I sneak now the stairs and can see plenty
without her ever knowing I'm around. That's how I learned to do myself. Watching
my mother do herself. See this banana, want me to show you what I saw her
doing with it?"

I gulped and said, "Yes!"

Paula picked up the banana that she had laid at the foot of the bed. She
peeled off the rest of the green covering then stuck it in her mouth to make
it all slimy and wet. Then she opened her pussy pedals with her left hand
and guided the end of the banana to her cock tunnel. Then slowly she pushed
it in her fuck hole. It went easily; soon she had more than half that 8-inch
banana buried in her twat.

"How far can you put it in," I asked fascinated by the close up view.

"I've got it in about all the way now. Now watch me fuck my pussy."

Boy did I ever! Paula slowly started moving the banana in and out of her
pussy. After about 10 stroked back and forth, she took my hand and placed
in on the banana and said, "you fuck me now."

I did as I was told while Paula now was free to rub her clit as I banana-fuck
her cunt. Just touching the banana sliding in and out of Paula's pussy sent
electric waves across my body. I could see her ample juices glistening on
her thighs as I guided that banana in and out. I started to do it faster
as I saw Paula's hand move more rapidly on her clit. I tried to maintain
the same pace she was but she was really starting to move out. Faster and
faster she rubbed-faster and faster I moved that piece of fruit in and out
of her pussy. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter bursts. She was
really going to explode soon. She went off when she grabbed my hand and held
it down on her pussy as she arched her back and lifted her ass completely
off the bed. She cried out as her pussy climaxed. Her tits where swollen
and tight and her nipples looked like little daggers. I couldn't resist sucking
and biting on them and she stroked my hair as I did so. Finally, her orgasm
passed and I looked at her and kiss her sweetly. I held up half of the banana
so she could see it and laughed. Out of instinct, I ate it. With my mouth
still almost full I mumbled, "the other half is still in your pussy."

We both looked down at the same time. We could tell that Paula's pussy had
something buried in it but couldn't see the end of it. This most have happen
before because Paula very nonchalantly guided her index finger into her pussy
and just popped the other banana half out. I put my hand over my mouth to
keep from "laughing up" the mashed fruit in my mouth. I almost gagged as
Paula then took the banana half and just as casual as can be, ate it.

"Oh my god, you ate it Paula! It was all full of your juice and everything."

"So? Girls got to be a little kinky once in awhile."

"Kinky," I asked?

"Yea, kinky. Kinky is stuff you do that is kind of what people who just do
normal sex would call weird. I say, whatever feels right do it. Like what
I just did, that what some people would call kinky. Speaking of which it's
your turn now."

"My turn, I gulped?"

"Well don't you want to experienced what it feels like to have your pussy
stuffed?

Just as I was going to say yes, Paula's mom called her from down stairs.
We both did a scrambling act to get dressed. When she finished dressing,
Paula kissed me full on the lips and bounded down the stairs.

I suppose I should have been confused by all that transpired but I wasn't
in the least. My mom had told me to enjoy my body and that's exactly what
I intended to do. Discovering sex with Paula made it more exciting. My body
loved being touched by hers. As long as it did, I was all for it. Now, if
I could only experience touching a cock I'd have something to compare it
too. I also needed to get my pussy stuffed like Paula did. However, I had
something else in mind besides the banana.

A few days later, I had a baby-sitting job a few houses down the street.
My parents were going out as well-to the drive-in-where I learned that mom
and dad with play with each other throughout the double feature, then stop
and go parking on the way home and fuck like teenagers-hard and fast before
they got caught. I also discovered later on that they use to go in the garage
and make love just for fun. Like I said, my folks had the hots for each other
all the time and never stopped having fun with their sex lives. My mom told
me when I was a bit older, that her and dad never went to a party yet where
they didn't fuck in the bathroom-incredible! However, when you think about
it, just thing how fresh they kept their lives. I sure was proud of them
and wanted a marriage just like theirs some day.

Now this baby sitting job entailed sitting for a 5-month old so basically
all I had to do is feed her and change the diaper once in awhile. I'd have
lots of time to fulfill any urges that came along. To ensure I'd get an urge
or two, I checked between my brothers mattress' and discovered three sex
novels. I borrowed the thickest one called, "Cherry Vanilla." Once I had
the urge maker, my next step was to find my mom's vibrator. I figured I could
borrow it and get it back in place before they got home from the movies.
This was providing, the couple I was sitting for got home before my parents.
Since they were suppose to be home around 11 PM, I should have a few hours
to spare and get the vibrator back where it belonged. I could hardly contain
myself waiting for my parents to leave. Just m

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