Subject: Sex With Young Girls
Story Codes: Mf Mg incest father daughter
Author: Robert Jones <address withheld by request>
Posted By: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Thirteen and Beautiful
Chapter 2 - Nudie Preteen Games in the Woods
Chapter 3 - Incest and Young Sex
Chapter 4 - Denise, My Neightbor's 12 year=Old Daughter
Chapter 1 - Thirteen and Beautiful
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Hi Kelly,
A number of years ago, I had an encounter with a thirteen-year old girl, the
daughter of some friends of ours. Before that I never really had much of a
yearning for young girls, but since that incident, I've thought about young
pussy a lot. Not to the exclusion of older women, but it's like that experience
opened a door in my mind to something which had always been there but which I
hadn't known about.
Anyway, here's what happened- I am a part-time rancher in the far west, as are
most of my friends and neighbors. The summer I'm talking about, a neighboring
family, Gina and Bob "Smith" hired the daughter of mutual friends of ours to
baby-sit their two toddler boys for the summer so Gina could help out with the
ranch work with her husband and their crew. The babysitter, Sandy, was thirteen
and came out to stay at the ranch during the week and went back to her parent's
house in town on the weekends. I had known her since she was a little girl
because she was often out on our friend's ranch with her parents visiting and
there has always been a lot of socializing among the people around here. There
is a small lake on our friend's ranch and in the summer the neighboring families
often had pot lucks and barbecues down there on weekends and in the evenings
after work was done for the day.
For some reason Sandy and I had always kind of hit it off - nothing sexual of
course, but she was a smart kid, a reader, and sometimes, starting when she was
ten or eleven, we'd talk about books she had read. She always seemed older than
her age, like there was a part of her inside that was already grown up in some
way. But like I said, we were just casual friends- I was a grownup man with a
wife and kids and she was a young girl and all of our encounters before that
summer she worked for the Smiths were strictly non-sexual.
But one day in June of that summer she was thirteen I was having trouble with a
tractor and I drove over to the Smith place to see if they had a part for it in
their gear shed. I had to drive past the lake to get to the main house and barns
and I saw Bob Smith's old pickup down on the shore and thought maybe he was down
there working on the pump which brought water up to his corral. However, when I
drove down there it turned out only Sandy was there with the two little boys,
aged two and four. She told me Bob had taught her to drive the truck so she
could get around the ranch with the kids. Gina had gone into town for something
and wouldn't be back till late afternoon. Bob and the rest of the crew were up
on a back pasture checking on some cattle up there.
I had talked to Sandy a few times that summer at neighborhood gatherings, but
mostly there were always other people were around. She had grown up a lot over
the winter- gotten taller and lankier and her breasts were just starting to
grow. She was a really good looking kid- not beautiful like a movie star, but
she had a really open smile and she was pretty in a girl next door kind of way.
She had her mother's red hair and really white skin with freckles. She seemed a
lot bolder this summer in the way her she looked me in the eye and cocked her
head when she talked to me. I could see she was flirting with me, or at least
experimenting with flirting with an older male who wasn't her dad and who she
could trust. It was fun flirting with her but I knew it was just experimentation
and totally innocent. At one of the barbecues I asked whether she had a
boyfriend and she said, well, sort of, but when she started to tell me more her
mom came over and the discussion turned to the two little Smith boys she was
minding for the summer. So we really hadn't had much of chance to talk until I
pulled up at the lake that day and found her alone with the two little boys.
Sandy had pitched two little pup tents under some trees for the day and after
she'd taken the boys swimming and fed them some lunch, she'd gotten them to lie
down for a nap in one of the tents while she laid in the other one reading. She
was wearing her bikini when I pulled up and her hair and bathing suit were still
wet as she walked over to my truck. We talked for a little bit about the book
she was reading, and I got out of the truck. She had some juice in a cooler and
I drank some. With her in a pretty skimpy bikini and us being alone, the
situation suddenly felt charged in a way it hadn't been any other time we'd
talked that summer. We sat on the grass in front of her tent and talked for a
little and then we both laid back and stared up into the leaves overhead. A few
bugs were buzzing around and we both looked at each other and laughed.
"You want to get in the tent and zip the screen shut? It'll keep the bugs out,"
she said. I said yeah, that sounds good, so we went in and she zipped up the
screen and we sat cross legged on a blanket facing each other talking about the
book and school and the kids and cattle and working for the Smiths. I asked her
if she had a boyfriend and she said, "Well, there's Drew, but they weren't
really going out- they were just friends. He lived down the street from her in
town. I asked her if she'd kissed him and she turned beet red.
"C'mon, you can tell me," I said.
"Okay, a few times."
"Ever do anything else?' I laughed a little, not wanting to embarrass her, but
she looked me right in the eye.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
I almost dodged the question, thinking maybe I'd already crossed a line of some
kind, but the way she looked at me made me think we were till on safe ground and
I could still back out and pretend she'd misunderstood me if she got freaked out
by the subject we were leaning into.
"Y'know, like touching each other?"
"A little."
At that, I could feel my dick start to harden and my heart started beating a
little harder. She knew exactly what I was talking about.
"Like what?" I said. I could feel my pulse starting to go up. I wasn't at all
sure really wanted to be doing this.
"Well, y'know, he showed me his penis and I held it, and I showed him my pussy,
but his mom was downstairs and we chickened out on anything else."
This was way over into territory I had maybe fantasized about but had never
actually thought I'd ever get anywhere near. I considered laughing it off and
heading the conversation somewhere else, but the way she said it, so matter-of-
factly, I threw caution away, while still wondering if I was going to regret it
for the rest of my life. I wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't freak out if we
went any farther down this road. But, fool that I am, I said it anyway-
"Was it hard? His dick?"
"Yeah. It was sticking out."
"Did you touch it?"
"Yeah, I squeezed it, but that was all. His mom would have killed us if she
knew."
Sandy was totally nonchalant when she said this, not embarrassed at all.
"Wow. That's pretty intense. What did you think about that whole thing, y'know,
seeing it and everything?"
"It was pretty neat. I mean I've seen the Charles and Randy's dicks (the Smith
boys) but they're just little kids, so it doesn't really count. And I've seen my
dad a few times coming out of the shower. But I never saw an erection before. It
felt like it had a bone inside of it. And the skin on it was so soft!"
"So that's as much as you guys did? He never touched your pussy?"
"Yeah, he touched me a little but we had to stop because we were scared his mom
would come upstairs."
"And that's as close as you've come to actually screwing?"
"Yeah. Still a virgin I guess. Though I would have done it with Drew if we could
have," she said
At that point I couldn't believe I was sitting in a tent with a thirteen year
old girl, miles from anyone else except for two sleeping little boys, talking
about sex. My heart was beating like it was going to burst and I wondered if she
was feeling the same sexual charge. Though I had had a few fantasies about Sandi
before, as I had about lots of other females, I had never really thought
anything like this would ever happen. We were casual friends, but despite the
odd masturbation fantasy, that was all I had ever really thought we would be. I
was terrified that if I did something overtly sexual now it would freak her out
and make her tell her parents and they would tell the cops and my life would be
over. But I knew she was a smart kid and I knew I was in control enough to not
do anything she didn't want to do, and I knew we liked and trusted each other,
so I decided to just be open with her about what I was thinking and rely on our
friendship to keep us from doing anything that would hurt each other. I knew,
well actually it was more of a hope, that if I didn't do anything she didn't
want to do she wouldn't tell anyone about it. But suddenly the possibilities of
what she might be in the mind to do was wide open. It was making me so horny I
could barely think straight.
"Y'know Sandi, I'm a lot older than you but we've been friends for a long time,
and this might be kind of a sexual situation here and I don't want it to go
anywhere where you'd be uncomfortable or not like it, y'know?"
"I know. It's okay. You're cool Tom. I know you and I know you wouldn't ever
hurt me."
"You know, I've thought about you with your clothes off before. Does that freak
you out?" I asked. I could see she too was breathing faster than normal and her
face and chest were flushed.
"No, it's cool. I've thought about you a little that way too," she said.
"Like what do you mean? Seeing me naked?"
"Yeah."
"I've masturbated while I thought about you naked. Does that freak you out?" I
said.
"No. It's kind of nice that you thought of me like that," she said
We sat silently for a minute, listening to the leaves overhead rustling in the
breeze. My throat was suddenly very dry and I was having trouble talking.
"Do you want to show each other, y'know, my dick and your pussy?"
"Okay."
"Okay, but we have to promise we can never eve tell anybody about this. I mean,
if anyone found out, I'd go to jail for sure. So we're cool right? We trust each
other?"
"Yeah, we're cool. I would never tell anybody."
I got up on my knees and helped her up on hers so we sere facing each other with
our heads up against the top of the tent.
"Okay here goes," I said. I undid my belt buckle and jeans and pulled them down.
My cock was hard as a rock and it sprang straight out. Sandy stared at it.
"You want to touch it? You can if you want" I said.
Sandy reached out and grasped it, palm up, her fingers not quite reaching all
the way around the top of the shaft.
"Slide the skin up and down on the shaft. It feels good for a guy," I said.
She stared down at my cock while she slowly jerked me off. My cock was almost as
wide across as her wrist when she slid her hand down my shaft and the head of my
dick rubbed on her forearm.
I was afraid I'd come right there so I said, "Okay, now you," I said. "How about
you're top first?"
She let go of my cock and pulled her bikini bra up off her breasts and held it
up. She had little pointy tits with freckles on them like the rest of her body
and little rosebud nipples. I stroked them gently with my fingertips. The
nipples started to stand up.
"Wow, they're really nice," I said.
"They're really small," said Sandy. "But that feels nice when you touch them."
"Well, they're good for your age and they'll grow for sure. In a couple years
they'll be as big a your mom's. How about your bottoms now?"
Sandy hooked her thumbs into the hips of her bikini and slid it down to her
thighs. We were only about two feet apart and from my angle of sight I couldn't
see her pussy so I leaned down to one side to get a better look.
"How about lying down so I can see it better?" I said.
She laid down on the blanket facing the door and I lifted her knees up so could
pull her bikini bottoms off and then I gently spread her legs and kneeled
between them. I pulled off my pants and t-shirt while she pulled her bikini top
off. Then I got down on my belly between her legs and gently pulled her pussy
open with my thumbs. She had a small thatch of red pubic hair on the mound above
her slit, but nothing on either side of the labia. Her labia were pink and thick
and wrinkled and I stretched them open to look at her hole. I could smell her
sweet young cunt, a smell like nothing else on earth, and it was making me so
horny I could hardly stand it.
"Are you okay?" I asked. "You're sure this is okay with you?"
"Yeah, this is nice. I like having you look at me. What does it look like from
down there?"
"It's really beautiful. You have a beautiful pussy and you're a beautiful girl.
How does this feel?" I asked as I slid one thumb up over her clit.
"Oh. That feels good. Really good." she said. She stared up at the ceiling of
the tent.
"Do you rub yourself, y'know, masturbate?" I asked.
"Yeah, sometimes."
"How long have you been doing that?" I asked.
"Since 6th grade. My mom told me about it and told me what to do."
"Did she show you?"
"No she just told me about it after I told her I had rubbed myself a little down
there and it felt funny. She told me to keep rubbing and I would have an an
orgasm."
"Did you know what that was?"
"No, but she said I'd know when I had one. She was right."
"How often do you do it?" I asked.
"Every day. Usually when I first wake up if I have time, or at night when I go
to bed."
"What do you think about when you do it?" I asked.
""I don't know. Guy's butts, and different things. Kissing and thinking about
seeing their cocks sometimes."
I started licking her, up and down her labia and then over her clit. She started
breathing fast and making little moaning sounds. I did that for a couple minutes
and she started really moaning and arching her back and pushing her cunt at my
mouth. I rubbed her clit back and forth between my lips and flicked it with my
tongue and stuck my tongue as deep into her as I could and then she started to
come, bucking into my face and crying out. I could feel the little tendrils of
her pubic hair in my nose when I slid down to stick my tongue into her. Her
juices ran down my chin. I looked up across her belly at her tiny little girl
tits and reached up to touch them with my hands, gently kneading them and softly
squeezing the tiny nipples.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I sucked and rubbed my lips across her clit and she started
spasming and it went on for half a minute or so and I laid one hand on her belly
and I could feel her uterus contracting. Then she relaxed and her breathing
slowly returned to normal and I pushed myself up and sat between her legs. I
could taste her cunt juice on my lips and smell it on my nose. We looked at each
other.
"You come really nice," I said. She smiled at me.
"Thank you."
Would you like to suck my dick?"
"I guess. Okay."
I got on my knees and scooted over so my dick was near her face. It was a little
awkward so I laid down and I had her sit between my legs. I held my cock in one
hand and tilted it toward her.
"Go ahead, you can hold it and then lick the tip a little,: I said.
Sandy grabbed my cock and held it and bent over to lick it. She put her lips
around the head.
"That's right. Now slide up and down so it goes in your mouth," I said.
She slid her mouth down the shaft about halfway and stopped.
"Now slide back up. Kind of suck on it as you go."
She slid back up and I could feel more friction this time- she was sucking
pretty hard.
"Now firm up your lips and rub them up and down the shaft."
She started doing this- slowly up and down while holding onto the base f my cock
with one hand. It was feeling really good. She slid up and down, up and down.
She didn't have much of a rhythm going and her tongue was loose inside her
mouth.
"Suck as you go down and then kind of release as you go up," I said. " And rub
your tongue along the bottom of my dick as you go."
She started doing this and it started feeling really good.
"I'm going to come pretty soon. You want to watch the sperm come out?"
She looked at me but didn't slow down. I was really close to an orgasm. Just as
I was about to come I reached down and pulled my dick out of her mouth.
"Keep holding on with your hand," I said. "Here it comes."
Her face was about six inches away from the end of my cock as felt the come
starting up from my balls. I held her hand in mine and stroked once or twice to
keep it coming and then the cum spurted out and hit her cheek. I slowly milked
the shaft and it kept squirting, the come landing on my belly and dribbling down
across our fists around my cock. She stared, fascinated at the semen on her hand
and dribbling out of the tip of my dick.
"Cool huh? That felt really good.," I said. I lay there in the afterglow and
pulled her down next to me. I wiped some cum off my belly and rubbed it gently
on her lips and her tongue.
"How does it taste?" I asked.
"A little salty."
I kissed her and I could taste my cum on her lips and feel a little blob of it
on her tongue and then she swallowed it.
"Would you let me try to fuck you?" I said. "I'll be really gentle and I'll stop
whenever you want me to."
"Okay," she said. "Will it hurt? My friend's Mary's older sister Jackie said it
really hurt the first time she did it."
"It might hurt a little. From what I've read it's different for different girls.
I've never fucked a virgin before, so I only know about it from reading stuff,
plus talking to my wife and other women. You're pretty small inside but I'll go
really slow and easy. But you have to be sure. Are you sure you want to do
this?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I've actually thought about doing this with you before."
"You have? Really?"
"Yeah. But I never really thought it would come true," she said.
"Yeah, I've thought about doing it with you too, but y'know, because we're a lot
different in ages and everything, it never seemed like it would be real."
"I know. Pretty weird when you think about it," she said.
"So okay, you're sure you want me to?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I want you to.
"Well, okay, let's try it and see how it goes, okay?"
"So what do I have to do?"
"You just lay there and I'll do it. Let me kiss you first, okay? To seal the
deal, okay? And it might take a few minutes to get hard again."
I crawled up on top of her and held her face in my hands and kissed her. I
rubbed my cum all over her face with my lips and slid my tongue into her mouth
and met her tongue. We kissed for a minute or two and then I hugged her and then
pushed myself up on one hand and reached down to my cock. It was getting hard
again. I placed the tip against her cunt entrance and rubbed it up and down the
slit, getting the juices all over the tip to lubricate it. In a few minutes my
cock was almost as hard as before.
"How does that feel so far?" I asked.
"Really nice. But I'm a little scared."
"I know, but I'll be really gentle and I'll stop if you want me to. Okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm going to push it in a little. Tell me if it feels okay, okay?"
The juices had totally covered the tip of my dick and her pussy was dripping as
I slid my dick up and down her slit, trying to feel for the entrance to her
vagina. I could feel the deepest part of the vulva and pressed in a little
harder.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Okay I'm going to push harder, okay?"
"Okay." She sucked in her breath and held it.
I pushed harder and I could feel myself going in a little, so the head of my
dick was inside. Then I leaned in harder, letting the weight of my body do the
pushing, and I could feel her hymen giving. She inhaled sharply and yelped.
"Oh! Oh!"
I stopped pushing and withdrew maybe half an inch.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to keep going?"
"Yes. It's okay. Just keep doing it," she said. She had her eyes closed.
I pushed again and leaned harder and then I could feel something giving way,
tight around the head of my dick and then against the shaft further down and I
was through and she cried out once or twice as my cock slid about halfway in. I
stopped and withdrew a little and she moaned and then I pushed in a little more
and kept doing that, back and forth, in and out, each time a little deeper until
I could feel the back wall of her cunt, the pointy tip of her tiny uterus
against the tip of my dick. Her cunt wasn't deep enough to take my entire seven
inches. I stopped and looked down at her.
"I'm all the way in," I said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it kind of burns, but it's not too bad. And it feels good when you move
in and out." There were tears in eyes and she wiped them with the back of her
hand. "I'm okay."
I looked down and then watched as I pulled almost all the way out. Sandy lifted
her head up and watched too. My cock was covered with streaks of blood. I held
in outside of her pussy for a few seconds and then pushed back in and started
sliding in and out, going faster and faster, pressing with each stroke hard
against the back wall of her cunt. Her pussy was so tight and the idea of
fucking this beautiful thirteen year old girl was so exciting I knew I wouldn't
last long. I could feel the cum building down in my groin and the cock
contractions starting and then Sandy started moaning and I slowed down so my
orgasm was delayed a little, so she could catch up and when she was starting to
moan harder and then she came, going "Oh! Oh! Oh!" and bucking under me and I
could feel Sandy's cunt quivering around my cock and I could see her stomach
muscles contracting with her orgasm.. I started stroking it in and out faster
and faster until I was almost there. I could feel the cum pumping up from my
balls, each contraction taking it further up the tubes from my balls, closer to
the shaft and then the cum was in my shaft and I knew the next spasm would push
it out the end and just as the contraction started I pulled out and kneeled
between her legs. My cock was covered with blood and cunt juice and for a moment
it was motionless and then it quivered and snapped up and the orgasm rose up
from the bottom of my balls and the cum squirted out onto her chest, and belly
and I kept squirting and squirting and groaning with pleasure. I kneeled there
for a minute, squeezing the cum out of my softening cock and then I laid down on
top of her and kissed her. We lay there for a few minutes catching our breath
and then I rolled to one side and laid next to her and held her. We kissed and I
held her close and I could feel her breath on my neck.
After a few minutes we got up and went outside and walked down to the lake and
washed off. Then we went back into the tent and she laid down and spread her
legs again and I looked at her pussy. The hymen was still bleeding a little, and
her labia were rosy from the friction of my cock but otherwise she looked fine.
A little come dribbled out and mixed with the blood and ran down into her
asshole. She had some toilet paper in a roll in the corner of the tent and I
took some and wiped her gently, and then I licked her cunt from her asshole to
her clit, a long slow slide of my tongue up her labia, across the tiny flaps of
torn hymen around the entrance to her vagina. I kissed her clitoris.
"How are you?" I asked. "Does it hurt?"
"Yeah, it hurts a little, actually it kind of burns, but it's okay. I'm glad we
did it and I'm glad you did it to me."
I leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth.
"You're really a beautiful girl, you know that? You're going to make a hell of a
woman."
She rolled up some of the toilet paper and pressed it against her pussy and
pulled her panties and jeans on. We wiped a little blood and come off the
blanket where her as had been when I'd fucked her.
"I think I'm done swimming for the day," she said. "And the boys are going to
wake up pretty soon."
I put my clothes on and got in my truck and we waved goodbye and I drove back to
my ranch. We fucked two other times that summer and once a year later at a
family party in town, but there were never very many opportunities to get
together without raiding the suspicions of my wife or her parents or our
friends. I still see Sandy around town sometimes and we say hello in the post
office and talk at Christmas parties. She's grown into a beautiful intelligent
redheaded fine breasted woman with a gorgeous ass She's married now and has two
kids of her own and though I've brought the subject up once or twice, she's made
it clear she doesn't cheat on her husband. But fucking her was maybe the peak
sexual experiences of my life and sometimes I still jerk off thinking about her
tight thirteen year old pussy with barely enough hair on to cover her little
mound of Venus. And her little girl titties. And the way she held my cock in her
small hand. I don't think her husband knows about us, or anyone else either,
which is good, considering how small this town is. But it's funny, one of her
kids is a little girl, she's about six now, and I've started thinking about what
she'll be like when she's twelve or thirteen. I'll be almost sixty by then, but
I've wondered if Sandy would let me fuck her. The chances are close to zero that
will ever happen, but she has her mom's red hair and pretty face and I have a
feeling I'll be jerking off thinking about that girl in a few years. And you
never know…
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From: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
To: Robert Jones <sunnie799@yahoo.com>
Sent: Sunday, January 27, 2xxx 6:36:24 PM
Subject: Re: thirteen and beautiful
Did this really happen?
Luv,
Kelly
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From: Robert Jones <sunnie799@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Monday, January 28, 2xxx 2:46:03 PM
Subject: Re: thirteen and beautiful
Hi Kelly-
I've changed a couple of the circumstances to keep my anonymity, should anyone I
might know stumble across it. It was definitely one of the high points of my
life. I think if our ages had been a little (well, a lot) closer, we would have
had a more emotional and lasting relationship. You know how you sometimes
connect with someone, as if you know you will always be friends right from the
get-go? That's how it was with Sandy. So the sex part seemed completely natural,
not uncomfortable or weird for either of as at all once we realized we could
trust each other. In some ways it didn't even feel like we were different ages.
I have to say that in reading your own life story, the parts that I liked the
best were how you talk about how much you love your dad and mom. When he made
love to you for the first time it was so sweet that it really made me feel good
about being a human being. The idea of a father fucking his daughter is
definitely a turn on for me, as long as it is consensual and healthy for
everybody involved, but it was the obvious love between you both that was the
best part for me, both as an emotionally satisfying story, and as a nice
masturbation story. I've read your account several times while jerking off and
tried to time my orgasm to the moment he penetrates you. This takes a little
coordination with the keyboard scrolling when I'm pumping my cock, but it's
worth it! And then I have to make sure I don't cum on the keyboard, but I can
usually aim off to the side. I would love to have been there to watch and listen
to you both.Too bad you didn't video record it! I know, your personal privacy
and anonymity is the issue, especially in this culture, and you could never load
that video onto youtube, but still, it would be a very hot video! And if you had
recorded it, you and your parents could watch it long into the future, plus it
might have been a really nice thing to show your kids someday- way better than
those birthday party videos of kids blowing out the candles. I guess you could
still record yourselves now for posterity and your kids and grandkids. Have you
thought about that?
Sex is such a loaded thing, and it can be the cause of so much pain for some
people, but when it's good, it is the best thing in the world, a connector
between people, even sometimes a healing thing. I know several women who are
close to me who had bad sexual experiences with step dads when they were young
and it really messed them up for a long time. They felt used as little fuck
objects, which made their self esteem disappear. But when I was with them and
loved them and accepted them as is, and made them realize that they were and
always would be beautiful human beings, they became again the beautiful loving
emotionally balanced women they were born to be. What is so nice about reading
your story is realizing how sex can be beautiful and right even in a way that
seems really wrong to a lot of people. As you say over and over, it depends on
the people involved to truly love one another and treat each other and
themselves with respect.
I also think that people's attitudes about sex are heavily influenced by the
society around them, usually in a bad way. It's remarkable and a testament to
your parents that you could come to such a healthy attitude toward sex despite
our culture's inability to deal with sex except in a few culturally approved
ways- hetero, similar ages, non-incestuous, etc. But as history and experience
tell us, humans are naturally sexual animals who can find healthy sexual and
emotional happiness in a zillion different ways if the circumstances allow it.
Just look at how open and honest children are about sex until they start
absorbing all the taboos of the culture around them.
I have read that in the 1820s in the Oneida community in New York, sex between
really young girls and boys and the community elders of both sexes was
encouraged and was even part of some kind of ceremonial bonding between
community members- an initiation of sorts. Girls as young as 11 or 12 were
introduced to sex by older men and young boys by older women and the
relationships were maintained for a few years until the young people married,
and maybe after that too, though I'm not too up on all the facts. From what I've
read, the community was mentally and emotionally healthy- a result of the sex
being seen as healthy and normal, so no one had to deal with guilt and abuse and
low self esteem. Unfortunately we live in a time and place where it's pretty
hard to love people except in certain approved ways, but maybe some day we will
get beyond that. My dad used to say that every generation is one evolutionary
step further along than the one before it, and that we are slowly moving toward
God. And I have a feeling God wants us to love one another any way we can. All
the other stuff- jobs, money, prestige, is merely the stuff we have to do to
stay alive, and a distraction to the work we should really be invested in-
namely loving each other.
Okay, enough philosophizing, I have work to do. Thanks for keeping the site
running.
Robert
Chapter 2 - Nudie Preteen Games in the Woods
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The summer I was thirteen a bunch of the kids in our neighborhood, including
myself, began experimenting with sex. There were four other neighbor boys and my
younger brother and two neighbor girls. The other boys were all a year or two
younger than me. One of the sisters was eleven and the other was eight. There
was a large woods behind our neighborhood where we all had played for years,
building forts and playing in the small stream that ran there. One day two
neighbor brothers and my brother and myself were walking through a field near
the woods and they told me that they had been playing a game called "nudie"
lately, which involved looking at and touching each other's cocks. They asked if
I wanted to play too. I said yes and we all pulled down our pants and inspected
each other's pricks. We all got hard immediately and we walked around with our
hard-ons sticking out. At the time my brother and one of the other brothers were
eleven and entirely hairless.. The other neighbor boy was twelve and had a
little hair sprouting above his cock and on his balls, but not much. I had a
pretty good mat of hair on my balls and around my dick. It was tremendously
exciting looking at the other boy’s cocks and showing them mine. We held each
other's pricks but none of us had had an orgasm up to then or even knew what
that was, and looking and touching a little was as far as it went.
A few days later one of the brothers who had introduced me to this game told me
that the two sisters who lived across the street were also in on it and within a
few minutes we had rounded them up and headed down into the woods. I had played
doctor once with another girl when I was about six and seen her vulva briefly,
but these girls, aged eleven and eight, let us do long and close inspections of
their cunts. Both of them were entirely hairless. The younger sister, Emmy, had
brown hair and was pretty. Se weighed about 80 pounds then and her tits were
totally undeveloped. She had skinny legs and could spread them almost flat on
the ground to expose her cunt. Her labia were pretty undeveloped but her cunt
was a beautiful pink and she would pull it open with her fingers so we could see
it really well.
The older sister, Chloe, had dark brown hair in a pageboy cut. Though not as
pretty as her younger sister, she had a nice smile and laughed a lot. She was
little pudgy but was not fat and her breasts were just beginning to happen so
that though there was no roundness to them yet, the nipples were slightly bigger
than her little sister’s, and sat on little bumps. Chloe’s labia were beginning
to grow and were already extended enough to be held open with my thumbs. The two
sisters would lie on the ground and spread their legs and we would take turns
spreading the labia apart and inspecting their vaginas. I was fascinated with
their cunts and would press my face a few inches from them, examining the folds
of the labia, bending them this way and that, examining the little hooded bump
at the top of the vulva and the tiny opening to the urethra. The smell of their
cunts was unlike anything I had smelled before, a sweet girl smell that would
linger on my fingers for hours afterwards. I loved that smell.
I was quite ignorant of female anatomy at the time and because their vaginas
were still blocked by their hymens their holes were not very apparent. I
remember wondering exactly how a dick was supposed to go in there. It occurred
to me to try to stick a finger into Chloe because she was obviously more
developed than Emmy, but the opening was very small and I was afraid that I
would hurt her by pushing anything in and I never attempted it that summer.
Nonetheless it was tremendously exciting simply to spread the labia apart and to
stare at the cunts and play with the labia, spreading and pulling on them and
pressing my thumbs against the sides of the outer parts of their cunts. The
girls were not shy and they liked having their cunts played with and looked at,
and in turn, they liked to squeeze our cocks and fondle our balls, rolling the
testicles gently inside our scrotums, pulling on the soft skin of our ball
sacks. We also all would sometimes pee together and watch each other’s cocks and
cunts closely as the urine came out. The girls would lie on the ground and
spread their legs and pull their cunts wide and then piss, the piss going up and
away from them in a fountain while I and the other boys got up close beside them
and watched. You could see the urethra open just before the pee came out and
then watch their cunts twitch as they squeezed the last drops out. The whole
thing was tremendously fun and because we were sharing it with each other, we
all became very close and loved to cooperate in displaying our genitals to each
other in new and acrobatic ways. We would hang upside down from tree branches
while the others inspected us and spread our asses to look inside and chase each
other around with our dicks like we were sword fighting. Chloe and Emmy would
put sticks and pine needles into their slits and walk around with them hanging
out of them and then we boys would kneel before them and pull them out with our
teeth.
One day Chloe went down into the woods with me and two other neighbor boys. She
pulled down her pants and kicked them off one foot so she could spread her feet.
She held her shirt up and we took turns kneeling in front of her, spreading her
cunt open as usual and looking at it. When my turn came I used my thumbs to
spread her labia as I had done before but then for some reason I touched the
hood of her clitoris with my finger. Although I had looked at the little nubbin
of her clit before I had no idea what it was and had never touched it. But as I
pressed against the hood it slid back a little and exposed the clit. Chloe
inhaled sharply and said, "Wow, that feels good." I spread her cunt open again
with my thumbs and put both index fingers up on either side of her clit, pushing
back the hood with one finger and then pressing against the bare clit itself
with the other finger.
Chloe moaned a little but as remarkable as it might seem now, I stopped there.
In our collective ignorance none of us was aware of what might have followed if
I had continued to rub her clitoris but also, I was little afraid that I might
press too hard and hurt her in some way. We went on inspecting and touching each
others genitals, squeezing each other’s cocks and letting Stephanie squeeze
them, spreading her labia and then pushing the outer lips together. After awhile
we pulled up out pants and went home.
We played this nudie game all summer, maybe two or three times a week, running
around in the woods naked or lying down in little forts made of sticks and pine
needles and looking at each others dicks and cunts. We also took off out bathing
suits when we swam in the backyard pools around the neighborhood. Once or twice
we even camped out in a tent in our backyard and took off our clothes and
inspected each other with flashlights. Once in the basement of the boys next
door we hung 45 records on our hard dicks and walked around like that. Chloe sat
back in an old easy chair and put her feet on the arm rests so her cunt was
totally exposed. We took turns shining a penlight into her cunt.
Once one of the neighbor boys and I went into the woods and took turns putting
each other’s cocks in our mouths and blowing on them like lengths of pipe. We
had heard of blowjobs but did not yet understand how they were actually
performed. At this point none of us even knew what an orgasm was, so except for
that one time when I touched Chloe’s clitoris, we never did any stroking or
rubbing and none of us ever came close to having an orgasm. Our ignorance seems
incredible today, but out parents had told us nothing and having talked to other
people who were kids in the 60’s, I don't think this level of ignorance was too
unusual at the time.
However, because I was a little older, a sticky clear liquid would always begin
to ooze from my pee hole after a few minutes of getting a hard on. I liked it
when the other kids squeezed my cock but the idea of stroking never occurred to
us. We didn't know what this liquid was and we were all slightly grossed out by
it, but it never occurred to us to use it as a lubricant to rub my cock to
achieve orgasm. I was having wet dreams that summer, but they happened when I
was fast asleep and though I woke up a few times with a wet stickiness in my
underwear, I never remembered them consciously and didn’t think much about it.
In the morning I would feel the wetness but I thought it was merely more of that
clear liquid that seeped form my dick when I was excited.
This sex play was exciting for all of us, not only because of the sexuality, but
also because we had to do it in secret. There were other kids in the
neighborhood who we did not trust enough with our secret to share the game with.
There was a girl a year younger than me who lived across the street who we
didn’t trust to not tell her mother about what we were doing if we told her. I
really wanted to see her cunt because I suspected that she had a little hair on
it. I mentioned this to Chloe one day and she told me a day or two later that
she and this other girl had gone swimming together and afterwards as they were
changing into their street clothes, Chloe had gotten a good look at the other
girl’s cunt and it did indeed have a patch of dark hair on it. We debated
inviting this girl into our secret club but in the end we never did.
I also did not tell several boys my age who lived a few blocks over who were
pals of mine when we played ball with and rode our bikes. The whole thing was a
secret between the two girls who lived across the street, my brother, and the
four brothers who lived on either side of us. And as the weather turned colder
and school began again we didn’t have as much free time in the woods. And then
too, because of the differences in our ages, we were in different grades in
school and had different friends outside the neighborhood. When summer ended so
did the sex play.
One day that September after I had taken my morning shower I was lying on my
bed, knowing I had to get dressed and go up to breakfast soon. I reached down
and squeezed my cock and it got hard. Then for some reason I formed a circle
with my thumb and forefinger and slowly began stroking up and down my hard cock,
touching it very lightly. My dad had never told me anything about sex and my mom
had told me only that women got pregnant when the man’s “thing”as she called it,
got “sort of close,” to the woman’s “thing.” That was the full extent of my sex
education at that point. I was therefore ignorant of masturbation or orgasms,
but rubbing my cock with my finger and thumb felt very nice. I kept doing it and
then a weird sensation came over me, a very pleasurable throbbing sensation. I
stopped rubbing and stared at my cock as it jerked and spat a white sticky
liquid out onto my belly. I was stunned. I thought I had broken something in my
cock and balls and swore never to do it again. But as soon as I got home from
school that day I started stroking my cock and squirted another load of come out
onto my bedspread. Soon I was masturbating several times a day, each time
swearing that it would be my last time. I told no one about this new activity,
but finally understood the jokes my friends told about “jacking off.”
A month or so later, in October I was out in the street with a bunch of other
kids kicking a ball. Chloe was there and I asked her if she wanted to go down in
the woods and play nudie. She said sure, and we walked between the houses into
the woods. The leaves had fallen so the woods were not as private as they had
been in the summer, but we found a spot among some pine trees where we were
hidden from view and yet could see if anyone was approaching. We pulled our
pants down and showed each other our genitals and then she laid down on the pine
needles and pulled hers pants off and spread her legs. Her cunt had changed a
little in just the two months or so since I had last seen it. There was a thin
layer of dark hair on her mons, the hairs no more than half an inch long and
spread thinly on the smooth white skin of her cunt. And her labia had grown a
little too and could now be seen peeking out of her outer cunt lips even when
she stood with her legs together. But the smell of her cunt was the same, and
seeing it and smelling it made my cock spring instantly up. My heart began to
race as it always did when I looked at Chloe or her sister’s pussies, and the
clear liquid again started dripping off the end of my cock,
Sometime that fall I had looked at the definition of coitus and intercourse in
the dictionary and heard enough from my eighth grade buddies and then I found a
book called “Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Sex But Were Afraid to
Ask.” With that I was able to connect the dots about fucking and how it was
done. As Chloe lay on the pine needles I pulled my pants off and kneeled between
her legs, my hard prick sticking straight at her. I bent down and looked closely
at her pussy, at the hair beginning to grow on it, at the newly enlarged labia.
She pulled up her shirt and I could see her breasts were beginning to bud too.
She was wearing a training bra.
“My mom says I’ll be getting my period pretty soon,” she said. “Do you know what
that is?
“Yeah,” I said. “I read about it and my friend Mark’s sister told us she had
hers last year. Blood comes out and you can get pregnant.”
“And then I’ll be a woman,” said Chloe.
“ I squirt sperm out of my dick now,” I told her. “It’s white and sticky. It’s
what gets a girl pregnant.”
I spread her labia apart and tried to see into her vagina. The hymen made it
still hard to tell where the opening was.
“Do you want to try to fuck?” I asked her. She raised up on her elbows and
grinned at me.
“Sure!” she said.
I inched forward on my knees and then leaned over and held myself off her with
one arm straightened against the ground I moved my hips forward and used the
other hand to place my cock into her cunt slit. I looked down and could see it
disappearing below her mons. Chloe tilted her head up so she could see too. We
looked at each other and grinned.
“We’re going to fuck!” I said. But when I pushed against her nothing happened.
My dick did not go in. I pulled back and a strand of clear semen hung between
the tip of my dick and one of her labia. I crouched down and spread the labia
open and stared at her cunt trying to figure out where my cock was supposed to
go. There was a tiny opening below her pee hole, but no way did it look big
enough to get even a finger in, let alone my cock. I moved back up in my knees
and placed my cock up into her and pushed a little more but it definitely was
not sliding in. We fooled around like this for a couple more minutes but I was
afraid to push too hard. I was afraid of hurting Chloe somehow. I had read that
girls sometimes bled the first time they fucked and I started thinking that if I
fucked her too hard accidentally Chloe’s mother would see the blood in her
underwear and ask her what was up and my life would be over. She was still only
eleven years old and I was only thirteen. I got back on my knees.
“I can’t figure out how to get it in,” I said. “Want to watch the sperm come out
of my dick instead?” I asked.
“Yeah, okay,” said Chloe. “ I’ve never seen sperm”
We stood up and Chloe grasped her hand around my prick and squeezed it just as
she had done dozens of times before. But this time I showed her how to move the
skin on the shaft back and forth. At first as she stood in front of me the angle
of her hand was awkward so she kneeled down so her face was a few inches from
the tip of my cock and she could pump back and forth more easily. But she pumped
too hard on the down-stroke and pulled the skin too far back off the head, which
kind of hurt. I tried to show her how to do it more gently and she tried her
best but her rhythm was uneven and after a few minutes I said, “Okay, I’ll show
you how I do it. I do it this way every morning before I go to school.” I began
jacking myself off with my fist and in a minute or two began to feel an orgasm
building.
“Hold your hand under the tip and I’ll squirt it into it,” I said. Chloe, still
kneeling with her face only a few inches from my dick, cupped her hand under the
end of my cock.
“Okay, now put your hand around my prick and I’ll move it back and forth so it
squirts.” She wrapped her hand around my cock and I wrapped my hand around hers
and moved it back and forth a few more times and then I could feel the orgasm
coming and then I came into her other hand. I pulled her hand off my cock and
let it stick straight out by itself, the red marks of Chloe’s hand still on the
shaft, squirting the come out into her cupped hands. She stared in amazement at
the pearly semen and touched it with a fingertip. She wrapped a hand around my
cock again and moved it gently back and forth and I stood there in the afterglow
of coming, watching her slowly move it back and forth, squeezing the last drops
of semen out of my cock.
“Wow, that felt really good,” I said. “Did you know that girls can come too?”
“Really? But there’s nothing for me to squirt.” she said.
“No, but I read in a book that if you rub the clitoris, that little bumpy thing
on the top of your pussy, it feels really good, just like what a guy feels when
he squirts out the sperm. Remember last summer when I touched it on you and you
said it felt good?”
“Yeah. I even touched it myself a few times after that and it does feel really
good..”
“Okay, lie down again and I’ll rub it. It’s called your clitoris.”
Chloe laid down on the pine needles again and opened her legs. I kneeled between
them. Her cunt was coral pink and I could smell the cunt smell as I leaned in
close. I rubbed the mons softly with my fingertips, softly brushing the half
inch long hairs that were sprouting there.
“That feels nice,” Chloe said.
I spread her labia with my thumbs as I had often done before and then I touched
her clitoris with a finger.
“Oh…Oh, that feels good,” she said.
I pressed harder and then began sliding the hood back and forth over the
clitoris.. My finger kept slipping off but Chloe was staring up into the trees
and her breathing had quickened.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said in a strange whisper. “Keep doing it. Keep doing it.”
I rubbed some more and then I stopped and switched hands and laid down on my
belly between her legs with my face six inches from her cunt. She began making
little rhythmic grunts and her breathing got faster. It was hard to keep my
finger on the little button so I pressed the palm of my hand against her cunt,
moving it back and forth and up and down. Chloe began to moan, “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,”
like she was hurt. I stopped rubbing.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” I asked.
“No, don’t stop. It feels really good. Keep doing it.” She raised her head and
looked down her belly and across her mons at me and smiled. “It’s really nice.
Keep doing it.”
I put my hand back on her cunt and began rubbing again.. It was suddenly really
slippery all over her cunt and I could feel a wetness on the palm of my hand. My
hand was sliding really easy over her cunt now because of the wetness. I looked
at my hand. It was the same kind of gooey clear liquid that came out of my cock
before I came. I rubbed the palm of my hand up over her cunt and then up onto
her clitoris and then back down again. I rubbed harder and faster and then I
turned my hand sideways so the side of my hand rubbed up and down in the slit of
her cunt and the knuckles of my little finger rubbed on her clit. I moved it up
and down very carefully so I would hit the clit each time I went up to it. Chloe
began making the noses again and then she grabbed my hand and turned it palm
down against her again and held it there against her clit and then she arched
her back and pressed really hard against my hand. She relaxed for a second and
then pressed up again and then bucked against it a few times, going “Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh!” over and over again and then she relaxed and was quiet. After a minute I
lifted my hand off her pussy. Her cunt was dripping wet. I spread her labia
apart with my thumbs and pressed up into her. One thumb tip slipped a little way
in but wouldn’t go in any further. I pulled it out and rubbed both thumbs slowly
up and down between her labia then pulled them out.
“That was really cool,” I said.
“It sure was. Wow,” said Chloe.
We put our clothes back on and walked out of the woods. We never got another
chance that winter to try to fuck and then in the spring Chloe’s family moved to
another town and I only saw her on rare occasions when they came back to the old
neighborhood for a visit. There was never any way for us to get together and by
then I was in high school and had a whole new set of friends. We lost our
virginity to other people, but she was the first girl I had an orgasm with, and
I was the first guy she had an orgasm with and it was really nice for both of us
for that reason we are special for each other even if we haven’t seen each other
in years and maybe never see each other again ever. And I still think often of
that afternoon in the October woods with her
Chapter 3 - Incest and Young Sex
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From: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
To: Robert Jones <sunnie799@yahoo.com>
Sent: Monday, January 28, 2xxx 2:44:55 PM
Subject: Incest and young sex
Wow, what can I say after all you just wrote?
The only thing I question is whether an adult can have sex with a pre-teenager
or early teens and have the same bond and emotional relationship that there
would be if they were father-daughter or mother-son. What do you think? How
young would you fuck a girl?
Luv ya,
Kelly
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From: Robert Jones <sunnie799@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Tuesday, January 29, 2xxx 5:38:06 AM
Subject: Re: Incest and young sex
Dear Kelly-
I think you are right in that it is unlikely that unrelated adults and teens and
preteens can have the same bonding as a parent and child. But it is not
impossible, especially if the adult and child had developed a deep relationship
beforehand. But even if such a deep relationship were unlikely in most
circumstances, I think it is still possible for an adult and a teen or pre-teen
to have a healthy, mutually satisfying sexual relationship, or at least a time
or two, if the adult acts out of love, and the young girl or boy loves and
trusts the adult. I mean, look at your dad and Tammy. Actually, forget that-
they both seem to do it mostly out of lust, which seems to suit them fine and no
harm done. But then again, maybe they are a good example, at least on the trust
part. But many kids get horny too by the time they’re eleven or twelve and in
that regard, healthy sex between friends shouldn’t be necessarily limited to
same age people. The risks are great however that an adult could manipulate such
a friendship for his or her own sexual pleasure. And unfortunately such
manipulation is all too common, which is why there are laws against sex with
minors. So while I approve of sex between a twelve year old and an adult in
theory, I’ll qualify that by saying that having all the conditions which would
make it okay is probably a pretty rare thing.
What is interesting is how many people are fascinated by incest, both sibling
and parent-child varieties. Why is that? Maybe it is because we are we
predisposed in some basic animal way to having sex with people we love and know
well. But also, isn’t it interesting that incest seems to run in families? It
doesn’t seem coincidental that your mom had sex with her dad and then married a
man who would have sex with their daughter. And you have said that you would
like to have sex with your own children, which would mean you would probably
marry a man who was open to that idea, and probably to having sex with them too.
Which brings up my own question about age- how young is too young for you? I
know you’ve said that sixteen is the age you think is appropriate to start
having sex with a parent, and that twelve or thirteen might be okay in rare
circumstances. I’m presuming you mean full intercourse here- but what about blow
jobs and hand jobs and fingering and cunt licking? Would you let your daughter
suck your husband at eight like your mom almost let you do with your own dad
when you were that age? How about ten or twelve? Would you suck your son’s cock
when he was eight or ten or eleven or twelve? Would you fuck him when he was
fourteen? And what if your husband wanted to fuck your daughter when she was
eleven or twelve and she was masturbating in front of him and apparently willing
and wanting to fuck him?
Okay, so here’s the horny guy questions- Do you ever wonder about non-
penetrating sex with your dad at a younger age, like blow jobs, or him sucking
your pussy or fingering you when you were ten or eleven? Do you wish he had
reached over and masturbated you with his hand when you were doing yourself in
the living room at age twelve? Or let you give him a hand-job while he was
jerking off watching porn? I don’t mean to quiz you here, and feel free to
ignore these questions, but you are the only woman I know who has had a healthy
sexual relationship with her dad and I’m really curious about some of this.
Plus, I have to admit that writing it down on this screen knowing that a
beautiful young woman who fucks her dad will read it is getting me very hard.
You’ve done a lot of work on the site, an amazing amount of writing, but if you
get a chance, I’d like to hear more about your masturbating with your dad and
mom around before your dad fucked you. Do you remember the first time you
masturbated in front of your dad? Did you come in front of him? Did you ever
masturbate so he could see your fingers in your pussy, or get a really good view
of our pussy? Did you guys ever masturbate to orgasm at the same time in the
same room before you fucked? Maybe these are dumb questions, since you have said
that sex was never about your dad until he fucked you, but I thought I’d ask
anyway, as these are fun fantasies for me. The thought of you fingering yourself
and rubbing your clit while your father sat a few feet away when you were twelve
or thirteen years old is a real turn on for me, as I’m sure it was for your dad.
I set up the Yahoo messenger if you wanted to chat, though honestly, I’ve
haven’t done the chat thing much before and usually can’t think of much to say.
Robert
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From: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
To: Robert Jones <sunnie799@yahoo.com>
Sent: Tuesday, January 29, 2xxx 6:59:02 AM
Subject: Masturbating
My dad and Tammy are an example of how incest within the family permits
satisfaction of lust, even when that special bond isn't there. Face it, my dad
loves fucking a young teen - what guy wouldn't? Within the family there is
enough trust to permit that whereas what is the level of trust between non-
family members?
As for ages, I think for a girl just to hold her dad's cock, I don't know if I
would limit that to any age. What would be the reason for not letting her do
it? I don't think she should start sucking it until she starts masturbating
herself. She needs to understand that what she is doing to her dad is making him
feel something like she makes herself feel when she plays with herself. Girls
start masturbating at all ages so even if she is 6 or as late as 12 or 13, that
would be my "rule". Sex has to wait until puberty at least and that depends on
the maturity of the girl involved as to whether she is ready even then.
For boys, they seem to mature so much later that i don't think I would touch my
son until he starts masturbating himself. If he is old enough to jerk off and
ejaculate, he's old for me to suck him and let him fuck me. Again, it can
depend on his relative maturity as well.
I can honestly say I never even dreamed of having sex in any way with my dad as
I grew up. It's not like I thought about it and said no, I just didn't think
about it. Looking back, I wish he had been more forward so I would have known
what he was interested in.
As for masturbating, when I masturbated my dad may as well have been out of the
room for all the attention i paid him or how he affected what I did. It was no
different for me to do myself in my room or in the family room, no matter if
they were there or not. What he saw is what he saw, I never "posed" for him in
that sort of way. We never masturbated "together" although there were times
when we would both masturbate at the same time.
Ask anything you want, I don't mind!
Kelly
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From: Robert Jones <sunnie799@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Monday, September 1, 2xxx 7:02:14 PM
Subject: young stories
Kelly-
Thank you for continuing to post stories and your experiences and fantasies. I
particularly like the true stories involving young girls and their brothers or
dads or cousins. This is why I still re-read your first sexual experiences with
your dad and jerk off to them, even after reading them dozens of times. For some
reason it only really works for me if I know that the story is true. The wild
stories about wanton fucking and sucking by young girls often seem too extreme
to be true, and as a result do not get me hard.
However, a number of years ago a book came out called "Forbidden Flowers," a
collection of women's true stories and fantasies. One of the stories I really
enjoyed was by a woman who remembered how she used to love to climb into bed
with her parents when she was young. Once, when she was about eight, she climbed
into her parent's bed on a Saturday morning and was cuddling with them. Her
mother got up to make breakfast and the girl climbed on top of her dad,
straddling him while he lay on his back. He had on boxer shorts and she had on a
nightie with no underwear and she started bouncing up and down on his groin, not
thinking anything sexually about it. But as she bounced she could feel her dad's
dick, which she had only seen a few times in he bathroom, staring to grow
beneath her. Her nightie had ridden up so her bare cunt was bouncing on her
dad's cock, which was still inside his shorts. But then her dad shifted a little
and his cock poked out the fly of his shorts and she could feel the length of it
beneath her pussy, and she pressed her crack down onto his dick. She kept
bouncing because it felt nice, but then her dad grabbed her by the hips and
stopped her from bouncing on him, telling her she was bouncing too hard, so she
slowed down and kind of slid her pussy up and down the shaft of his cock. She
still had no idea what was going on, but she knew it felt good, really good, in
a way she had not experienced before. Suddenly her dad got kind of tense and
quiet and then rolled her off and turned on his side and covered his cock with
the sheets. It was years before she realized he'd had an orgasm and they never
mentioned the incident to each other.
I am also enclosing my own true story of my first sexual experiences. Like so
much in life, my early sexual experiences were good, but if I knew then what I
knew a few years later, they would have been much more satisfying.
Robert
Chapter 4 - Denise, My Neightbor's 12 year=Old Daughter
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Dear Kelly,
I will tell you another true story of my own. This really happened though I've
jazzed up the dialogue a little because I can't remember that far back, and I
changed the names and keeping the dates and places vague to protect the
anonymity o f all involved. It was one of the peak sexual experiences of my
life, even though we didn't actually fuck- maybe because it was the first time
with Denise and the thrill of fooling around with such a young girl was so
exciting. We did end up fucking some time later.. But anyway, in 19xx, when I
was 28, my girlfriend and I lived in a tiny rented house in a small coastal town
in the northwest. A family I had known for several years lived few doors down
from us. The father and mother were three or four years older than me and my
fiancé and had two kids- an eleven year old girl, Denise, and her eight year old
brother, Jeffery. I had worked with their father, Wes," a few years before when
he and his wife Eula had first come to town one summer without the kids, looking
for work. They had left the kids with their grandparents for the summer. This
was before I met my girlfriend. One night we were in a bar downtown, drinking
beer and sneaking out into the alley to snort coke. Eventually I went to go home
but Eula ran out and grabbed me and said “Why don’t you come back to our place?”
They were living in a trailer up on some government land and I went home with
them and fucked Eula while Wes fondled my balls from behind. Though it is not
totally relevant to the story I’m about to tell, it was a wonderful evening for
all of us and it kind of cemented our friendship. We never repeated it, but it a
very nice one-time thing. After that they left town for a couple years but came
back with their kids and that is when I met Denise and her younger brother.
Even at ten, when I first met her, Denise was a beautiful girl, tall for her age
and lithe with shoulder length blonde hair and a very pretty face, kind of like
the young Brooke Shields. She was a happy kid and had a great smile. She really
liked animals and had a dog, hamsters, a cat and various other critters at
different times. By the summer in which my story takes place, she was eleven
years old and still had the narrow hips of a young girl. Her breasts were still
a few months from sprouting and Eula had told me at some point that Denise
hadn’t had her period yet. Still, anybody could see that she was going to grow
into a beautiful woman. Her brother looked a lot like her- the same blonde hair
and well formed face, strong body and happy demeanor. They were both just really
nice kids.
I had found Denise to be very beautiful from the moment I laid eyes on her the
year before, but I wasn't really sexually turned on by children. Besides, I was
quite happy with my girlfriend and wasn't looking for any outside sexual
adventures. That said, Denise and I immediately liked each other and I think we
both knew that regardless of the differences in our ages, we would always be
friends. There are certain people we meet in life whom we recognize instantly as
somehow sharing the same way of seeing things. Denise and I had that, although
because of her youth I am sure she didn’t think about it very deeply. Still, we
were always glad to see each other in a way that I never felt with her brother,
as good of a kid as he was, and there was always a lot of eye contact and
laughing between us. We always laughed at each other’s jokes, whether anybody
else thought they were funny or not. But our friendship was always very
straightforward and there was never anything sexual about it. If I had thought
about her that way once or twice, it was only in passing, the way I think most
men think about nearly every female they see in moments of distraction, from
grannies to toddlers, wondering what they look like naked, or what they might be
like to have sex with. But such musings were something I would never have
considered acting on with any kid- they were just daydreams.
However, from about the age of eleven on, Denise had become quite flirtatious
with me, a product of her growing interest in the opposite sex in general
combined with being friends with me to begin with. I recognized her behavior as
pretty normal- I was a man, I was her friend, she liked me and thought I was
“handsome” (she had told me that a few times) and I had told her she was
beautiful and intelligent a few times too. But at the same time I’m sure she
felt very safe with me and trusted me to not do anything that would hurt her
while she played with the boundaries of male and female relations, a process I
understood as part of her growing up, not something that I should react to.. She
was doing what many, maybe most young girls do at that age, seeking affirmation
from a male who was not one of her relatives, learning how to flirt and solicit
attraction from someone of the opposite sex, how to be confident with an older
male in a safe way.
All that said, I was glad that my girlfriend didn't come down to visit my
friends very often. The kids had always been in the habit of going around the
house in their underwear, just like their parents, and I don’t think my
girlfriend would have thought much of the way Denise would prance into the
kitchen in her underwear when she heard me come in, yell my name and pull me off
to show me her hamsters or some school project she was working on before I could
get a chance to visit with Wes and Eula. My girlfriend was not the jealous
type, but she was no fool either, and would have seen that Denise had a crush on
me and that going around in her underwear was as a temptation I might be better
off without.
But neither Wes of Eula ever said anything to me about Denise that would
indicate they might have concerns about my being around her. They obviously
trusted me to be an adult and apparently saw Denise’s behavior as I did- an
innocent infatuation, a part of her learning how to be a woman, and at least
with me, nothing to worry about.
One Sunday late in the spring about a year after I had met Denise, I walked down
to visit Wes and Eula and the kids. It was sunny but still cold and windy
outside. When I knocked on the door, Denise opened the door and let me in. She
had just turned twelve. As it happened, her parents were out- Wes was working
and Eula was grocery shopping or something. Denise’s eight year old brother Jeff
was playing in a back bedroom but he came into the kitchen too when he heard me
come in.
Denise was wearing her usual attire inside the house- t-shirt, underwear and
white socks. Jeff was wearing the same thing. Denise grabbed my hand and led me
into the living room, chattering about their dog, a black Lab named Ben. The dog
followed us into the living room and then after a few minutes went with Jeff
into the bedroom in rear of the house. Denise went onto the kitchen to get us
some cookies she’d baked. When she came back she sat on the floor in front of me
while we ate the cookies and talked. We talked about her dog and her hamsters
and my job. She kept giggling, bursting with energy and her obvious pleasure at
being the center of attention. After a few minutes Jeff came in and said he was
going down the street to see a friend of his, and so we were alone in the house.
As the door slammed behind him I was leaning back on the couch and Denise was on
the floor about a foot in front of my legs, wiggling around, pulling her t-shirt
down over her legs and back up again, stretching her legs out and then leaning
back with her hands on the floor behind her, the t-shirt riding up to the bottom
of her baby blue cotton panties. Then she would pull her legs up to her chin
again, then sit cross-legged again. She was really fidgeting around. Finally
she laid back on the floor and put her hands behind her head with her knees
raised and her feet and knees together like she would if she was doing crunches.
The t-shirt fell into her lap and I could see her blue cotton panties between
her legs and covering her butt cheeks. She looked me in the eye and laughed. The
obvious flirting and the sight of her panties had started to make me hard and I
kept thinking that my dick couldn’t help itself, but really, this wasn’t feeling
as innocent as I was comfortable with. And then the sun came in through the
curtains behind me and a rectangular section of sunlight fell directly on my
rising boner. We were looking at each directly over the bulge, just a few
degrees below our line of sight between our eyes. I wasn’t completely sure if
she even knew what a hard on was, but I assume it was distinctly possible. I was
pretty uncomfortable with this so I sat up and leaned forward on the edge of the
couch, putting my elbows on my knees, with my hands hanging between them to hide
my bulging crotch from view.
We talked some more but the atmosphere in the room had changed- there was a
definite charge of excitement and latent sexuality in the room. She was still
fidgeting around and she poked one of my legs accidentally with her foot as she
moved around. She was lying flat on her back on the floor again with her knees
up and she moved her feet together on the floor between my own feet and then
lowered her knees down, spreading them far apart.
Her t-shirt rode up to her waist and her pantied crotch was spread wide open,
the cloth stretched tight across the vulva so that the cunt crease was clearly
visible. The cloth was stretched about an inch above the hollow in the insides
of her thighs, right next to her vulva. If she had been off to one side and not
lined up straight in front of me I think I would have been able to see through
the leg hole right to her slit. She laid there spread eagled like that for a few
seconds but the way she did it, looking at me and still talking about her
teacher in school made me think it was a completely innocent action, the actions
of a kid not thinking about what I might be seeing and getting out of the view,
but still unconscious of how she was exposing herself and still being merely
comfortable with someone she trusted. But I happened to glance down and she saw
that I was staring at her groin and suddenly she seemed to realize what she was
doing. I felt totally embarrassed, being caught looking at her twat like that
and she seemed to suddenly realize what she was doing and sat up and pulled the
t-shirt down to cover her panties, but with her knees still spread, with her
feet together between my feet. For a second we looked away from each other and I
thought “What am I doing? This is way over the line,” and wondered if she was
going to get up and run away or tell me to leave.
But she didn’t get up. Instead she kept sitting there on the floor, her face
less than three feet from mine, talking about school and one of her friends. I
was still leaning forward, my elbows on my knees. Her feet were in between mine
on the floor. I was totally distracted, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how
close she was. I could smell her, the smell of soap and shampoo and girl. She
kept chattering away and I nodded and said “Yeah, right,” at appropriate
intervals. I wondered how long her mom had been gone and whether she might walk
in at any minute.
At that point she laid back down on the floor again, straightening her legs as
she pushed back from the couch, her legs now spread halfway open. She pulled
the t-shirt down so it came to just below her crotch, but I could still see up
under it from my angle on the couch, and see her panties beneath the hem of the
t-shirt. I leaned back and stretched my legs out so my feet were on the floor
between her knees. I touched the inside of her knees with the toes of both feet.
She kept talking. I stretched out a little more and moved one foot up, rubbing
the sock softly along the inside of her thigh a foot from her pussy. She stopped
talking and looked at me. I moved the other foot up along the other thigh until
my feet were touching the insides of her thighs. We looked at each other.
“Is that okay? It doesn’t tickle or anything, does it?” I asked. I rubbed her
thighs softly with my feet, just barely touching her skin.
“No, it’s nice,” she said. “Your socks are soft.”
I put a little pressure on the inside of her legs with both feet.
She spread her legs a little.
“Scoot closer to the couch.”
She wiggled closer to the couch, which, since her feet were already touching it,
had the effect of pushing her knees up and farther apart. I moved my feet
against her thighs, up and down, very softly rubbing her skin with my socks. She
didn’t move, but kept looking at me.
“You know, what we’re doing is really not allowed.” I said. “I’d go to jail if
anyone found out. I’m not going to do anything else unless you promise you won’t
tell anyone.”
“Right,” she said, looking me right in the eye. “I promise not to tell.”
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, okay? But I’ll do stuff if you
want me to.”
“Like what?” she asked?
“I don’t know. Would you show me your pussy if I showed you my dick?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Yeah, okay,” she said.
”Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it at the same time, okay?”
“Okay.”
I sat up and undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down around my
shins. My hard cock strained against my Fruit of the Loom briefs. I pulled them
to the side so she could see my dick.
“Now you, “ I said.
Denise reached down and pulled her panties to one side so I could see her pussy.
It was hairless and the slit was pink. Then she hooked her thumbs under her
panties and slid them off her ass. She lifted both legs and I helped pull the
panties off. She set her feet down again on either side of me and spread her
knees open so her legs were almost flat, like a butterfly’s wings. Her cunt was
fully exposed. There were a few half inch blonde hairs sprouting on her mons and
on the outer lips on either side of her vagina. Her labia were a delicate pink
and lay puckered together over the entrance to the vagina, hiding it.
My hard-on strained against my underwear and I pulled them down so my cock
sprang out, fully erect, almost painful it was so engorged with blood. I lifted
my t-shirt so she could see it better. I slid off the couch and kneeled between
her legs and my cock was now just inches over her pussy. The head of my cock was
smeared with the precum which had been oozing out of it for at least half an
hour. She stared at it and I squeezed my pc muscles and it twitched a little.
She sat up and stared at it from a few inches away
“Have you ever seen one before?” I asked.
“I’ve seen my brother’s hard. He waves it around when he’s getting dressed
sometimes. And I’ve seen my dad’s in the shower and walking around a few times.”
“Ever seen him when he was hard like this?”
“Once I walked into the bathroom and he was standing there rubbing it and it was
pretty big, a lot bigger than when he’s just walking back from the shower or
something. It was sticking out but I couldn’t see it good. I only saw it for a
second and he closed the door.”
“You can touch it if you want,” I said.
She reached out a hand and touched it with a finger. My cock twitched up again.
“Go ahead and hold it,” I said.
Denise grabbed it, her hand encircling the shaft.
“Squeeze it a little. It feels good for me.”
She squeezed. I knew if she did anything more I was going t come so I said, “Let
me see your pussy more, okay?” I said. “Move back so I can get close.”
She pulled her hand off my cock and scooted back and I got down on my stomach
and laid down on the floor between her legs, staring at her cunt from six inches
away. It was the most beautiful cunt I had ever seen. The flesh inside the vulva
lips was a delicate coral pink and the inner labia still nestled together in
soft pink folds. They were still small and relatively undeveloped, extending out
from the entrance to her vagina no more than a quarter of an inch. I could smell
her wonderful little girl’s cunt smell. I was halfway to coming just from
looking at her pussy and smelling it. I put the palms of my hands on the inside
of her thighs on either side of the slit and used my thumbs to gently pull the
labia apart, and then pressed them against the outer walls, revealing the
entrance to her vagina. Her peephole was visible, a tiny hole in small pink bump
of flesh above the vagina. The labia petered out down toward her asshole, but
they reached upwards in a continuous pink wall to form the hood of her clit. The
hood was fairly prominent and extended down a little like a monk’s habit,
completely covering the clit and continuing on the inside of her labia. Inside
her cunt I could see that her hymen was still there, the thin membrane stretched
across her inner cunt, leaving an irregular hole about as big around as my
little finger. I could smell the delicate smell of virgin pre-adolescent cunt.
Denise was lying back on the floor as I examined her cunt.
“Are you okay?” I said.
“Yeah. It’s nice.”
“You look so beautiful. You have a beautiful body, and a really nice looking
pussy.”
“Really?” she said. “What’s so nice about it?”
“Every girl’s pussy looks different, just like faces,” I said. “Yours is really
pretty, just like your face. You’re really a pretty girl and you have a really
pretty pussy. You’re going to be a beautiful woman someday, you know that
right?”
She didn’t say anything, but she was smiling.
“Do you know about the clitoris?” I asked.
“Yeah. My mom told me about it.”
“Did she tell you it would feel good if you touched it?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever touched it?”
“A few times.”
“Have you ever had an orgasm?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Would you like me to touch it.?” I said.
“Okay.”
I slid my hands up a little and put my thumbs on either side of the clit hood
and pulled it back a little so the bulb of the clit was exposed.
“Can you feel that?” I asked.
“Yeah, it feels good,” she said.
“How about this?” I licked one thumb and put it directly in the nubbin of the
clit as it poked out from under he hood, and very gently rubbed it in a circular
motion.
“Oh…That feels really good,” Denise said.
I leaned forward and touched the clit with my tongue. Denise moaned very
faintly.
I began moving my tongue across the clit and then down along the outside of the
labia on one side and then up the labia on the other side. I kept circling
slowly, pressing against the pink flesh between her inner labia and the outer
labia, round and round, flicking the clit a few times as I crossed over it.
Denise was making little mewling sounds, “Ooh…oooh,…ooh…”
Her hands reached down and grabbed my hair. He breathing was audible, an
irregular panting with a sharp in and out of her breath, with a little moan on
the exhalation each time my tongue passed over her clit.
I kept my tongue on her cit, going in continuous small circles around and over
it and pushing the hood back and forth. Then I began running my thumbs down
the outside of her labia and then up the labia themselves, pushing them up
toward the clit. Saliva from my mouth and juice from her cunt had made the whole
area slippery and I could feel the juices dripping down my chin.
Denise began moaning in a rhythmic way and I increased the pressure and speed of
my tongue. She arched her back and relaxed and then did it again, holding the
small of her back off the floor, quivering and moaning and panting. She was
coming. I pressed my tongue against her clit and held it there while continuing
to move my thumbs up and down on either side of her hole. She gasped and groaned
and quivered for a full twenty seconds with a couple of hard twitches thrown in.
I pulled my tongue off her clit but kept it moving gently around her vagina,
occasionally dipping my tongue in to press against her urethra area and down
into the entrance to er vagina. Then I and pulled my mouth off her. She was
staring at the ceiling, her mouth open.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
I could see her throat move as she swallowed and then she said, “Yes.”
I rose up and laid over her and held her and kissed her on the lips. My lips and
mustache were full of her come and I rubbed it over her lips and then kissed
her deeply. Her tongue lay motionless in her mouth at first, but then it met
mine and moved my tongue back and forth across hers for a minute. I hugged her
tight and then came away from her and looked into her eyes.
“You are a very beautiful girl, you know that don’t you?” I said.
She nodded and looked into my eyes. Her hairline was beaded with sweat. I combed
it back off her forehead with one hand
“I didn’t know it would be like that,” she said.
“I know. It can be pretty nice sometimes,” I said. “You came. You had an orgasm.
It was very beautiful.”
She looked at me silently. I raised up from her and kneeled between her legs and
her dripping cunt.
“Would you like to see me come?” I asked.
“Okay. What should I do?” she asked.
“You could suck on it little,” I said. “Sit up and I’ll show you how.
She sat up and I put my cock into her mouth a couple inches. I pushed it in
further but she gagged.
“It’s okay, just keep your tongue around it and I’ll move it in and out, just
like it was your pussy. That’s what feels good for guys,” I said.
I began moving the head in and out, pulling out so the bottom of the glans was
just outside her lips, then sliding back in. After feeling her come in my mouth
it only took about thirty seconds of stimulation for me to feel an orgasm coming
on so I pulled out of her mouth. I said “I’m going to come now, I’m going to
pull out so you can see it, okay?”
“Come here, lets lie on the couch for a little bit,” I said.
I helped her off the floor and onto the couch. I kneeled between her legs..
“You’re a beautiful girl and you did really well. You were so cool when you
came,” I said
“I was?” she said. “It felt really good. Does oit feel like that for boys?”
“Oh yeah.” I said.. It feels really good when the sperm comes out.”
“Can you show me how to fuck?” she asked.
“Well, let’s wait and see how you feel in a few days. And besides, if I get
caught I’d go to prison. My life would be over. I guess I’d go to prison now
too, after what we’ve done. So we have to be very cool about things. And you’re
still really young. You should think hard about when you fuck for the first
time, and who you do it with. You should think about that.”
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” she said. “And I’ll think about whether I
really want to fuck, but right now I think want to.”
“I’m not going to fuck you Denise,” I said.. “This isn’t the time and I’m not
the guy. But I am going to make you feel good again, and I’ll show you the sperm
coming out, okay?”
She nodded and looked at me. “Okay.”
“But you have to promise me you’ll never ever tell anyone about this or your
father will kill me and I’ll end up in jail. Right?”
“Right,” she said.
I hugged her and she sat back with her legs spread. I kneeled between them. I
put her feet on the edge of the cushions so her cunt was spread wide and I put
my hands on her thighs and pressed them back so her cunt tilted up. I pressed my
half hard dick against the slit, rubbing it up and down. Denise stared down at
my cock rubbing her pussy. I put the head in a little, but I could feel the
resistance of her hymen and I didn’t push too hard. I just kept rubbing up and
down her slot. We could hear the slurping sound of my cock in her pussy juices.
My cock got harder and Denise started breathing fast again. I kissed her softly
on the lips and then leaned back so we could both see my cock rubbing inside her
labia. I rubbed up and down and pressed harder as I went over the entrance to
her vagina. The head of my cock slid in, but it was still outside her hymen.
“Does it hurt at all,” I asked?
“No, it feels good.”
She watched silently as I slid the head of my cock up and down, almost inside
her, and then up over her clit. She moaned a little. The friction on my glans
became almost unbearable and then the sunlight came in the window and fell on
her belly and her cunt and lit the sparse and delicate hairs on the mound of her
cunt. I stroked up and down one more time and then passed the point of no return
and the cum started up the shaft and I pulled out a little so we could watch as
the sperm came out. I touched the tip of my cock to her clit and the cum
squirted over it, dripping down into the folds of her labia. I smeared it up
onto her mons and pressed the bottom of my shaft against her clit, the last
drops of cum dripping into her belly button. She made a tiny moaning sound as I
pressed against her clit.
We stayed like that for a minute and then I backed up and pulled away. My cum
had gone clear on her pussy and was dribbling down around her asshole. P pulled
on my clothes and gave her a hug and we sat on the couch for a while not saying
anything. She still was wearing only her panties and the t-shirt.
“You’re a beautiful girls, you know that, don’t you?” I said.
“Yeah, if you say so.”
“I should go, before your mom comes home.”
I put my coat on and went out.
We fooled around a few more times that winter and eventually I fucked her. But
that’s another story.
THE END
Robert Jones.Sex and young Girls - Mf Mg incest father daughter