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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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"They were the hunters… and I was their prey. The traps they set were Rufies, and I was so hungry, I went for the bait. If I was the fox, boys… and my Dad, were the hunters. And when I was captured, I could surely expect to get mounted."

What can I say; I was a very naïve girl. My name is Becky. I felt like I was stuck between being a baby and a babe. I’m almost fifteen, yet I’m as flat-chested still as most twelve year old boys. I got so pissed at Mom before she had run off, always complaining to cover up my nipples. I remember yelling at her one day that she got to put her boobs in front of men’s faces, that I was at least going to take advantage of the only thing I had to offer. My Dad was standing behind me when I turned to leave, and I had to crack up when I saw his face of agreement. He loved it when I stood up for myself. Plus, he was always my biggest supporter over my chest. He knew how bad I felt about being way behind all my girlfriends. One day he even felt so bad for me, he talked to me in private about it.

Dad told me that I had two ways of dealing with my… lack of obvious girlhood. He told me that boobs may catch the boys’ attention, but it would always be my demeanor that would keep them wanting to hang around. I knew that was true, because I had no shortage of invites to hang out at the mall. I had realized quite a long time ago that the boys loved hanging out with me because I hadn’t become one of the ‘snotty’ yet. That was how we referred to the girls that had become ‘all that’. And I knew I could always grab their attention when I would talk about some girls’ boobs, and fawn over getting my own some day. They really considered me one of the guys, because I had lifted my shirt on more than one occasion to display my lack of need for a bra. I didn’t have a thing to show, but damn how they would look me over anyway. I loved teasing them that way.

My Dad’s second suggestion was much more surprising. We could talk about anything and had even openly discussed masturbation before. He made me promise to tell him when I should be getting on the pill, and despite whatever Mom might say, he would make sure I got it. And he’d even seen me half naked a couple of times with neither of else seeming too freaked out about it. But this still took me aback. He said that at my age where I was still in my growing years, that he had heard about something that he assumed was pretty true; judging from the girls he grew up with at least. He said that the best thing I might want to consider trying to do to help my chest develop was to … keep them interested. I didn’t often question his home remedies, because I had found through the years that most of them worked, but this seemed way out there. I asked, “What exactly do you mean?”

He started by telling me that it seemed to make sense to him, but that he was a guy, and might be all wrong. But he told me that if I… played with them, sort of like exercising biceps, that it might start them growing. I couldn’t believe he was encouraging such behavior, until I realized how many girls had offered me exercises that they had thought might help. Including the one about touching my elbows together behind my back. Dad went on to say that it was just a suggestion, because he saw how tried I was over my lack of endowment. And he said he meant the occasional thing; like in the shower, or when I was in bed. Not at the breakfast table.

I finally gave him a big hug, and told him that he was so great of a dad. I told him that telling his daughter something like that had to be the hardest thing he ever made choke its way out of his mouth. Just to tease him the way I always did, I perked up and said, “And I know several boys that would love to help me work out.” His eyes rolled at that, even as I said I was just kidding him. But he freaked me out even more than I did him when he said, “To be as honest… as I always try to be with you, that might not be such a far fetched idea. But please… change that thought to, a boy, not several.” I was speechless; but seeing just how much my dad was really trying his hardest to help me, despite what he wanted from his little girl, all I could do to say thanks for loving me so much was to hug him. That was a big mistake!

Mom walked in and got furious. She was so frigging jealous of how well Dad and I got along compared to us, that the littlest things made her blow up in a rage. Giving him a ‘love hug’ as my dad called it, sent her over the edge. But her tirade this time pissed me off even more than she was because she had no idea how hard it had just been for Dad to tell me that stuff. Hell, she would never in a million years stoop to try to help me out that way. I was tired of her demands that I couldn’t thank my dad for the stuff he did for me. The last time she went nuts, he gave me forty dollars to buy school clothes. She was soooo unrealistic. I finally blew up and lost it. I yelled at her, “Why don’t you go hug your little boyfriend and see what it feels like?”

I freaked and felt so fucking horrible! I couldn’t care less what was going on in her head, but I realized too late just how badly my mouth just hurt my dad. I turned around and immediately started to feel tears well up in my eyes as I looked at him and bit my upper lip. He didn’t know or see the things I had for the last few months, and I felt so horrible letting it come out this way. His face was so shocked, and I didn’t want to risk touching him in front of Mom, so all I did was stand there, cry, and tried to let my face show him how bad I felt for saying it. He just turned and walked away, not having said a word. Mom flipped and most likely stormed off for a cig, and I ran crying to my bed.

Several minutes later I felt a hand on my back. It was Dad, and he was telling me to calm down. He told me not to worry, that deep down he not only knew something was wrong, but had actually been hoping for something to happen. He told me how much it hurt him to see her always picking on me like she did, and that he had tried to figure out a way to put a stop to it. He turned me over to face him, looked me straight in the eye, and asked, “Do you think it’s time we separated ourselves from the problem?”

I thought for a very long minute, and found myself having to nod in agreement.

That was two months ago, and Dad and I loved living in a peaceful house with her gone. The first month we did just about everything we knew of that would have pissed her off; just for the hell of it. Dad started loosening the apron strings on me, and would even let guys/girls come over to hang out. I felt like Pinocchio, I had become a real little girl. But that eventually had its own problems.

I had started taking Dads’ advice about ‘exercising’ my boobs, or where I hoped they would some day be. I figured out that the little bit of hardness that I could tease them into, was probably helping them out a little. Hell, if nothing else, it felt good. It happened that after I noticed a slight growth, whether at my own hand or not, we were having dinner at the kitchen table. I mentioned what I had been doing to Dad, and started to illustrate my technique. Actually, I was just teasing him. I faked a look of catching on and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you said, nooooot at the kitchen table.” He knew I was poking fun at the both of us and it felt so great at being able to laugh like this with him.

But, (there’s always a but), I started hanging out with a new kid in town. His name was Skip and he had a lot of money in his family, and was pretty wild. But he hated the prissy girls in favor of girls more like me - fun to be around. He turned me on to beer and a little pot. But I was still being a nice girl and staying away from tramping around. One day he tried to slap the make on me. I overreacted and slap him away. I really wish I hadn’t done that. I said I was sorry, but that I had no experience and he caught me off guard. I even told him he would have had a better chance if he had of telegraphed me in advance of what he was going to do. Not tell me, just ease into it. When I saw him looking as if he were a scared puppy, I told him about my insecurities about being flat and that I wasn’t use to boys trying to grope me.

Skip finally said he understood and even said he was going to a friend’s party on Friday and invited me. I told him my dad wouldn’t let me, but I was going to ask him anyway. When I told Dad about the party and that I’d been asked to go, he got real serious. He sat down in front of me and asked, “Do you like the guy?” I said he seemed really nice. Then he asked, “You feel safe with him?” Again, I said he seemed really nice. Then he stood up and said haphazardly, “If he meets your standards, than he’s met mine. Have fun!” I was stunned! But then he ran back and sat in front of me and said, “We had a deal though.” I went from elated that he trusted me so much, to oh, oh, what’s the catch? He looked me straight in the eye and reminded me of my promise. He said, “Remember your promise. If you think it’s time, I want to know about it so we can get you some protection.” With that he tweaked my nose to show me it was just a light reminder. God, I loved my dad. He was sooo wicked cool at times.

When Dad saw that I was getting excited about my first invite to a real party, I was asking him about what he thought I would look good in from a guys’ point of view. He went to my closet and thumbed through some of my clothes, then went through a couple of my drawers. When he got to my underwear drawer, he took a pencil off my desk and held up my only pair of black panties as if they were infected. He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe I owned a black pair, and dropped them back in. He looked at me and said, “I’m sorry honey…” My heart was dropping to the floor. He continued, “But when the only hot thing you have to wear are those… it’s time… to take you shopping.” That guy! I jumped up off the bed and jumped into his chest, wrapping my arms and legs around his waist. He had been messing with me. I thought he was going to cancel the party, but he really just wanted to make me feel good about getting something new to wear. This is the exact reason why girls look for boys that are so much like their dads. They really do try hard to understand even the things that make no sense to them, like clothes.

While we were shopping and I was dragging him from store to store, he was dropping words of wisdom on me. Like I didn’t want to look slutty, but I did want to catch the boy’s eye. He was trying to make me pick a good balance between the two. But when I picked a shirt that was much longer than he knew I preferred to wear, he grabbed something my usual style and said one of my best features was the bare belly I liked showing off so much. I looked at him a little sideways and he said, “I’m not trying to tramp you up, but I do remember what it’s like to be young and looking for that perfect person.” I grabbed his arm as if he were my date and was so proud to be next to him. The sales girl even said something about me having such a cool dad for buying some of these things. On the way out, we were passing some underwear, and he asked, “Are you all set there?” He pointed toward some black undies and I told him, “It doesn’t really matter. No one but me is going to get to see what‘s underneath.” He smiled as if to thank me for saying that, but I had to zing one at him and added, “Yet!”

Friday took forever to come around. Skip picked me up in his mom’s car. He was sixteen and had his license for six months now. I gave Dad a huge hug and a really big kiss, and kept from spoiling it by saying anything. We had agreed a long time ago that actions were much louder than words, and sometimes words even devalued their meanings. As soon as we got to the party, I saw something I really wasn’t use to. All the couples were hanging onto each other and many of them were openly grabbing at their ‘tender spots’. Skip could see I was a little anxious and snuck me upstairs to his friend’s bedroom. I was ready to let him cop a feel of me, but I didn’t want it to happen the minute we got there. When he pushed me back onto the bed, I pulled him closer and gave him a kiss. But he rubbed my crotch right off and I stopped him. I told him, “Maybe later, after I loosen up some.” I came right out and told him, in case he hadn’t already caught on, that I was still a virgin. I wanted him to know that I expected a little finesse before I decided to let him inside the shorts I had on. When I saw him bum out, I said, “Besides, there’s barely room enough in these panties for me.” He caught my drift and we went out to talk with his friends. I didn’t know anyone here, but he knew everyone.

Skip tried feeling me up a couple of more times, and I thought I was teasing him just about the way a girl should. But I guess the last time got to him. I did want him to succeed a little. After all, I wanted to know what it felt like getting groped like all my friends had started two years earlier. But he excused himself and went to say hi to some friends. His mood had changed when he got back. He was all upbeat and ready to wait for whatever I gave him. I thought it was sweet to let me have my way in that department. He handed me his half finished beer and told me to chug it. I thought it had a bit of an odd taste to it, but I thought that was probably backwash. Yuck!

About a half hour later, I felt less inhibited and allowed some of his advances. He seemed rather pleased by my gradual allowances. After kissing him for several minutes in the hallway, I was finally ready for some hot teen groping. I asked him if his friends’ bedroom was still available to us and he grinned so sweetly. We snuck upstairs again to his bedroom, and shut the door. I sat on the bed, and when Skip came over, he kissed me so sweetly, as he laid me back on the bed. After making out a couple of minutes, I stopped him and told him that I didn’t want to go all the way, and confided again that I was still a virgin. He said ‘fine’ and went back to kissing my neck. As he did, my head started spinning. I thought it was just his wooing of me, but it got heavier. I remembered Skip holding my shoulders as I tried sitting up, but he helped me back down instead.

Suddenly, I seemed to have left my body. I couldn’t move even a little, but I was aware of what was happening to me. Skip was making out with me with renewed passion. I tried kissing back, but nothing happened. He started pushing my top up, and I soon felt it around my neck. I could feel cool air wafting over my nipples, and felt them getting hard. Normally, I wouldn’t have even let Skip lift my shirt, but it all felt so good, I let him. I could feel him kissing and sucking on my nipples, and rubbing my tiny little mounds. It felt so good finally getting felt up by a guy.

After spending several minutes enjoying my chest at his free will, he sat up on his knees and started to unbutton my shorts. I reached for his hand to stop him, but nothing moved. I was wondering if I was just so into the feeling, that my brain was keeping me from doing anything to stop him. I realized I was in a fog and tried to remember just how much I had to drink. I thought my eyes were wide opened, but would find out much later that I had been looking through tiny slits. Understanding I was helpless to stop him, I watched as Skip jerked my shorts off my butt, and then off my legs. He spread my legs and spent quite a while rubbing the palm of his hand against my crotch. It felt so good to me. Every now and then he would slip a finger under my panties and I felt it slide over my bare skin. I thought I would scare him off with all the shuddering he was causing.

After a very long time of getting my pussy felt up, he gingerly pulled my cotton panties down to my knees. When he saw he couldn’t open my legs back up, they came off too. As he spread my legs again, he put his face so close to my crotch, I couldn’t see him any more. He seemed to be exploring my slit with his fingers, and I even felt a finger go inside of me. I didn’t even think about my virginal standing, I just enjoyed the gentleness of his probing finger. Skip lifted his head to look at me, trying to see an expression as he fingered me. Then he looked down at my pussy like I was a feast laid out for his benefit.

I saw his head disappear, and was amazed to feel his lips pressing to mine. He was licking and kissing my pubes so gently, it was so hot. I had been told that guys wouldn’t go down on a girl for anything. Not very fair, since I had already been asked by so many guys for blowjobs, I knew that they all expected it during sex. And then I felt his tongue, sliding right up between my lips. Oh damn, it felt so heavenly. Then he did it over and over, and it made colors appear to me. What he was doing made my body go flush with excitement.

Skip continued feeling my up and making out with my unresponsive body for quite some time. I guess when he got his fill of me, he stood up and I expected him to help me up as well. But he turned to leave and as hard as I was trying, I couldn’t move a bone. I was finally trying to figure out why I couldn’t respond, and the door opened. It was Skip, and a friend of his. The boys came close to the bed and the other boy seemed to be inspecting me. He looked at Skip and all I could make out, was him saying was, “Daaammn!” Both of the boys felt me up a little, and then left again, leaving me lying totally exposed.

About a small eternity later, Skip came back and started dressing me the best he could. When he thought I was put back together, he turned on the light and started pushing on me to wake me up. I felt my body parts and head start to move for the first time since we started making out. He was saying things to me, but I couldn’t grasp what his words meant. I felt him lifting me into a sitting position and again started trying to bring me out of my stupor. I finally managed some groggy kind of sounds, and he gave me a drink of some soda. It almost stung my throat; I hadn’t realized how little I had swallowed while I was under whatever had knocked me out.

Twenty minutes later, I had come to my senses, and could even talk again. Skip was telling me that I passed out from chugging too many beers. I knew he was lying, but I wasn’t going to tell him that just yet. The bedroom door opened and the boy that had felt me up earlier along with Skip was standing there. He asked Skip, “Is she coming out of the Ruf’s yet?” He shushed him up and he kept going. Skip told me it was getting near my curfew, so we had to get it together so he could bring me home. He helped bring me to the bathroom and we splashed water over my face. That did the trick.

When we pulled up to my house, Dad was outside getting something from the car. Skip was worried about my dad seeing anything, so he stayed away from me. But I knew my dad and he wasn’t going to worry about a thank you kiss for a nice date. Besides, after what he had just done with me, this was no time to get modest. I leaned over and blew his mind. I kissed him, said thanks for the nice date and introducing me to his friends. I had to smile a little when I smelled my own scent on his face. I opened the door and started to get out, but leaned back just long enough to say, “And thanks for dressing me again.” I shut his door as I skipped over to Dad and gave him a kiss. He looked a little perturbed, as I forgot he could smell the beer. I said, “I swear Dad, I only had half a beer I shared with another girl. You know I’m a good girl.” I felt so guilty lying to him, but he wouldn’t have wanted to know the truth. He was just glad I made it home safe.

I could tell by how long it took Skip to pull away that he really wanted to find out how much I knew. The next day I knew he would find someway to approach the subject. Dad mentioned how he was a little upset with my appearance and I said, “I’m sorry daddy, I did get a little wild trying to fit in. But it was my first party like this one and it meant a lot to me to fit in.” He told me he half expected it, but would be keeping an eye on me.

Sure enough, the next day Skip wanted to meet me at the mall. So I went to meet him and took a girlfriend with me. I didn’t want him hammering questions at me, so she was my quiet buffer. At one point when she went to try on some pants, he finally spit it out. He asked me, “So how much do you remember from last night?” I gave him my special little quirky smile and said, “Well, it was nice to find out that you aren’t just one of those guys that think only boys should get oral sex.” He had a mild heart attack I’m sure.

My girl came back to show us her pants and I told her they weren’t her. As soon as she left, Skip asked me if I was mad. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Except for losing my clothes, I would have let you go that far anyway.” I grinned at him with a very twisted face. He repeated his question, “So, you aren’t mad then?” I said, “About what, I’m still a virgin aren’t I?” He replied, “Hey, I didn’t do anything like that. I was just trying to help you loosen up like you wanted to, and it worked a little too well.” I went to my tip toes and gave him a kiss, and said, “I’m just glad I picked a boy that takes such good care of his girl when she’s had ‘too much to drink’. And to make you feel a little better, I think it worked out nicely to my benefit. And probably yours as well.” As my girlfriend met back up with us, I said under my breath, “I hope your friend enjoyed feeling me up as well.” Skip’s face went into shock, but a happy shock.

Skip was a little annoyed with me, but I wouldn’t talk about it anymore. I had told him enough, and it was up to him to figure out the details. He kept bugging me all week about going to another party the coming weekend with him. I put him off until Thursday and then I let him know I might be up to it. I teased him by asking, “You just want to take advantage of me again, don’t you? Well, I plan on staying a virgin for a little while longer.” He came back with, “Who‘d want to touch an uggo like you. Besides, I’d never do anything to you like that. I know you want to go slow.” I proclaimed how sweet he was and said, “Uggo, hunh? You didn’t act that way last week. I guess you’d have to knock me out to get another chance at me for that.” He definitely caught my hint and took it as an invitation. I was promptly invited to a party on Friday again, but since I was so out of it the last time I got home, he said we should leave a couple of hours earlier.

I said, “You horn dog, you are planning on doing that to me again, aren’t you?” And after a pause long enough to put him in doubt of my true feelings, I added, “Would five be too early?” I loved his reaction and for the rest of the night, and the next day, I hinted at certain rules that I expected to be adhered to. Especially that no one was to find out that I knew what had happened, or start bragging about what he had done to me. Every time we saw each other he would try to get close to me, but I would make him keep his distance. I was torturing him, prepping him to have a really good time with me at the party. I asked him if his friend was going to be at the party this time, and he asked if I wanted him there. I said he had been a good boy, but I didn’t want to end up on display for all the boys. That statement ended up with me allowing him one really hot kiss… sort of to sign the deal.

Skip was about fifteen minutes early picking me up on Friday. I gave Dad a kiss goodbye, and told him I promised to stay home the coming weekend. As soon as we got to the party, Skip turned into a sex fiend. He wanted at me so bad. I was so hot knowing this guy wanted to get at me again, that I hung all over him this time. He wanted to get me alone right off, but I grinned and told him I really needed a drink… to loosen up. He said he would get me a beer. I told him I wasn’t going to drink to please my dad, so I asked for a soda. A minute later he came back with a cola and I was a little disappointed to see the top was still on. I asked him if he could open it for me and then hold it while I went to the bathroom. He took the hint as I trudged off. I watched from around the corner and saw him open a capsule, and then dump it into my drink.

When I got back from the bathroom, I sniffed at my drink and said, “You didn’t put anything in here did you?” Skip said he would never do that, with a sly smile. I took a quick drink and then said, “Last weeks’ party was so great, I hope I’m not drinking any more than I did then.” I had warned him that the amount I ‘drank’ turned out to be the perfect amount apparently, and expected the same if it ever happened again.

This party was a little different, in that several boys paid attention to me this time. I asked Skip if there was any particular reason for that, and he assured me that they were just warming up to me. I told him that warming up to me was okay, warming up on me wasn’t. That’s when I asked where his friend from last time was, and he told me he couldn’t make it. Skip said that it would be just the two of us stealing away later. I could tell he was a little disappointed that his friend couldn’t make it. I had heard his macho pride come out through the week as he spoke in code over having shown me off like he had. So I asked him if he had another friend he considered as close that could keep his mouth shut, that was at the party. He told me two of the three boys I had just talked to would fall into that category. I bit my lip as he watched me ask if one of them happened to be named Gerry. He said ‘yes’, so as I thought how nasty I would allow him to get this weekend, I said, “If you really trust him to keep quiet, I guess you can show off your girl to him a little.” About this time I was finishing the soda and went off to the bathroom again.

About forty minutes later, I started to feel a little something and realized we better get to a bedroom quickly. I gave Skip a huge, slobbery kiss and reminded him that he had better be a very good boy tonight, as well as his friend Gerry. As we walked upstairs to a rear bedroom, my legs were wobbling in excitement. I told Skip that I had worn some very easy to manipulate clothing just for him. I had on a stretch halter top, short shorts, and white cotton panties. He had told me he loved the ‘little girl’ look of my cotton panties the last time we made out.

We lay on the bed and started going nuts on each other. Skip started to ask questions about what I might like different this time, and I told him that as long as he kept his ‘thing’ out of my pussy, I would be his willing ‘victim’ for the rest of the night. He said in a teasing manor, “Damn, I was hoping to stick it someplace, I guess I’ll have to try your mouth then.” I smiled and raised my eyebrows a little. When he asked what I thought about that, I responded with, “In a little while I won’t be able to say much, will I?” He was very good at getting my hints. As I started to faze out, I ran through all that had been talked about through the week. We had spoken so indirectly, trying to keep it almost a secret from each other in some way. Neither of us came right out and admitted anything to the other, we just dropped quick statements here and there and hoped the other got the meaning. It was so wild talking in this little code of ours, especially when there were others around listening, but not getting the meaning.

I went to put my hand on the side of his head, but barely could move it. The last thing I got to come out was, “I trust you!” Skip kissed me all over my neck and face for quite a while, as he waited for me to get under enough so I couldn’t resist him. Then I felt my halter top being lifted over my chest again. It was such a form fitting top that as it was pushed over my nipples, it felt as if my boobs had started coming in finally. As small as they were, Skip had assured me that he really liked them. He confided to me that he always had a love of tomboys, and my lack of huge boobs enhanced that idea for him. This time he pulled my top off right from the beginning. He was taking such great care to keep me comfortable.

Skip spent a lot of time rubbing and massaging my small chest. He made me feel so much bigger than I usually felt when I rubbed at myself. At one point the was lying next to me and one of his hands rubbed me roughly on my crotch, as his sucked on my boobs and nipples. Damn, this all felt so good. Being at his mercy, getting felt up for only my second time, and knowing that eventually, I was going to be shown off to one of his friends. That part had excited me perhaps more than anything. It was neat knowing that a guy thought I was cute enough to brag by showing me off to his friends. When you’re as flat as I am, you take your compliments wherever you find them.

Skip got off the bed and went out of sight for quite a while. I was wondering what he was up to, but the next thing I felt was his hand rubbing over my vulva; it was so fucking hot. I remembered that I had masturbated daily to the thought of his hand there last time; and his friends’ hand as he took a quick feel of me.

I saw skip move down, and the next thing I felt were my shorts coming off. This time my panties were quick to follow. Things seemed to be going too quickly this time. I wished I had the ability to slow him down. And a major difference this time was he got off the bed and took off his own clothes. When he came back into my view, I was amazed at the look and size of his prick. I had felt it a couple of times, but this was the first glimpse I had caught of it. He had a real hard body. It was so neat watching him stand next to me and stroking it so slowly.

As he spread my legs apart, he got down between them. He kept taking quick looks at me as if he was asking my permission for everything. I just wanted him to take command of me, I wanted to feel ravaged. Then I felt his fingers, and what I guessed had to be his tongue, working all over me down there. At one point he got into licking at me so much, I felt his hands slide under my butt cheeks and lift my bottom right off the bed to ravage my pussy as I had wanted. I could feel him sticking his tongue into me, and it felt so fucking hot. I could swear I was bucking uncontrollably at this point, but I knew I wasn’t. He kept whispering things to me, but it was almost impossible to understand his words. It seemed like I was only able to pick one word to understand, here and there. I could tell there were a lot of pleasurable moaning sounds coming from him.

Then Skip decided it was time for me to get my first taste of guy meat. He positioned himself on my chest and pulled my head up a little. He held my head in one hand and his cock in his other hand, trying to wiggle it into my mouth. I could feel him getting my lips to part for him, and it went into my mouth a little. Then I felt him put his fingers in my mouth as he tried to get my teeth to stay apart, but I don’t think it was working. I felt a little bad at that, having heard from other girls how guys didn’t like teeth scraping against the tender skin of their pricks. But he must have been willing to endure the pain, because he was sticking more of himself into my mouth.

I remember that the only thing I could see for the longest time was his patch of thick pubic hair bouncing towards my eyes. Then he lifted off me a little, so I thought he had enough. But instead, I realized he was coming in my mouth. That fucker, that was nasty. How could he do that without warning me? Plus, what was I supposed to do. I couldn’t even protest it, let alone spit it out. But I figured it must have been an accident that he couldn’t control, because he ran out of view and came back with a piece of cloth. He had gotten something and was trying to keep my mouth open to wipe his sperm out of my mouth. I felt much better that he understood that wasn’t the proper thing to have done and was trying to make it better. Later he would explain to me that my mouth had felt so good to him, that he had gotten off on me quicker than he ever would have expected. But since he had done so well at trying to clean me up afterwards that I let it go by for the time being. We would have to have a talk about how he should go about getting a proper blowjob in the future. I wondered if I would be able to taste his sperm when I got my feeling back.

Skip sat next to me for the longest time, rubbing me all over, feeling all those areas that boys wonder about as they check out girls. It was so nice being the object of his wonderment. Then he got in my face and was saying something. I wasn’t sure what was being said, but I got the drift that he was leaving. He went out of sight and I could tell by the lights that he had left. He must be going for his friend. And sure enough, the two of them came back and stood over me a few minutes later. Skip had obviously put his clothes back on, to my dismay. Then he started to feel me all over again. It seemed he was showing his friend Gerry, what he could touch.

The next thing I knew, Gerry was getting close to my face and started kissing me. I could feel his hand rubbing across my nipples and down to my pussy. He spent quite a bit of time doing this to me. I wanted to giggle so badly as I felt him stick his tongue into my mouth. He would probably die if he knew that his friend had just cum in there. I was surprised he couldn’t tell. I had always heard that sperm was really salty and disgusting. I had also heard that all guys knew what it tasted like because ‘all’ boys had tasted their own sperm at some time, just to see what it tasted like. It felt really neat knowing that Skip was allowing another guy to make out with me with him right there watching.

I guess the ‘stuff’ had worked a little bit better this time. Or worse, depending on how you thought about it. The next thing I knew, I was having a wet face cloth rubbed over my face by Skip. My clothes were on, and I even felt the wet cloth being swabbed around the insides of my mouth. We spent the next half hour trying to wake me up fully. Skip wanted to talk about everything, but I wanted to think about it first. When we finally left the bedroom, we walked around talking to his friends. I paid as close attention as possible to look for any signs that anyone knew what just happened to me. The only one that showed any knowledge at all was Gerry. And he was sort of high-fiving Skip with his eyes. Before we left though, I saw Gerry hand something to Skip, and he tried to palm it so no one else would see it, and stuck it in his pocket. Then Gerry thanked him for everything and for the favor. It turns out that I was the favor; getting to make out with me and copping a feel.

It was pretty neat earlier when the mention of boobs came up, and I berated my own. Gerry said, “Hey, it’s not the size of tits that make the girl, it’s the way she shows them off that counts. Hell, I’d rather have a girlfriend with your size than ones like Becky’s any day.” That had made me feel like he had really appreciated the little ’gift’ he had gotten. Especially since I had been told right after meeting Becky, that all the guys considered her a cum receptacle.

While we drove home, I asked Skip if he had been a good boy. I didn’t let on that I had passed out fully this time and was trying to see if there was anything he wanted to confess that I didn’t know about. Then I remembered what he had stuffed into his pocket. So I slowly slid my hand in and grabbed the vial I found. As I snatched it out, thinking it was pot, I asked, “What do we have here.” His mouth opened, but nothing came out. When I checked out its contents, there were about twenty capsules in it. I asked, “I thought it was pot. Are these the little guys?” He answered ‘yeah’ and I started to push them back into his pocket. Then I thought, ‘I’d better keep these myself’. When I told him I wanted to keep them, he said ‘no’, but finally agreed that they might be better off in my hands.

When Dad saw me, he was very pleased that I looked so much more under control. I even breathed on him to show him I hadn’t had anything to drink this time. That made him very happy. He said, “That’s how you continue to get out on weekends.”

The next day, Skip called and asked if he could come over. I was in the kitchen and Dad heard me tell him he couldn’t come over because my dad was going out to shop for food. I told him that he could come by later when he was home. Then my dad interrupted me and said, “That was so nice to hear, you can let him come over now if you want. I trust you.” I felt torn between the guilt that he shouldn’t trust me, and the thrill that he did anyway. So, I told him to come on over. He showed up just as Dad was headed out the door. I could tell Dad was warming up to this new male in my life; you know, the whole Alpha male thing that dad’s had to display.

As soon as the door was shut, Skip asked me if I felt okay. I said I felt fine and was happy to see he cared enough to ask. He then wanted to know if I remembered everything that went on, and I lied and said, ‘yes’. He grinned broadly and asked, “Would you like to see for yourself?” I freaked, realizing that he was implying that he had made a tape. He quickly told me he had only done it so he could prove that he hadn’t done anything bad to me. After promising that this was the only copy and that I would get to keep it, I calmed down. He asked if we had a VCR; like who didn’t? As I led him to the living room so we could look at it, he started to confess the one thing that he knew I would be bothered by.

Skip said, “I do have something to tell you, and I don’t think you really do remember it. Remember how I was teasing you about using your mouth?” I said ‘yeah’, feeling relieved that it was that that he was going to confess to. He continued, “Well, I did stick it to you a little… and, well, I… slipped.” I asked, “What do you mean you slipped?” Very hesitantly, he said, “I lost control of things. Your mouth just felt so fucking good on me… that I slipped and shot my cum in your mouth.” I went, “Ewwwe, that’s gross. Why would you do that?” He again apologized and swore he had slipped and just couldn’t stop it. I acted really perturbed, but I told him I would hold off on the lecture. I was just sooo happy he admitted it to me.

As we settled in to watch the tape, he told me how he had gone about making it. It was pretty obvious, considering the angle showed the camera was right next to the bed. I had to admit to him that the tape was getting me quite hot. When I saw the full view of how he tried to get his cum out of my mouth, I told him that showed he was telling the truth, but that he was still going to get a lecture on where his ‘stuff’ belonged later. The scene I really found hottest though was when he led Gerry into the room. Now I knew what was said, and it was so sweet the way he had offered me to his friend. Gerry had whined how badly he wanted to make out with me for just a few minutes. Skip finally said okay and just stood by watching as he went at me. I found myself admitting to Skip how that part had been pretty neat.

Then I started seeing things I couldn’t remember, and was relieved to see that nothing bad had happened after I passed out. I even had gotten my pussy eaten again, and I told Skip, “You’re really pretty good at that, you know.” When the tape was over, I went to put it in my closet with the pills for safe keeping. I figured I would destroy it later, after frigging myself off to it a few times.

A few days later, I came home from the mall and Dad seemed a little put off. He pointed to a box on the kitchen floor and told me he had bought some storage cubes for my closet. I gave him a quick thank you peck and hauled them off to set them up. As I started pulling stuff from my closet, I could tell things weren’t quite right. I scrambled to make sure the tape and vial was still there, but they weren’t exactly in the right spot. I sat on the floor, fearful that the put off look on Dad’s face was because he started to surprise me by setting up the cubes himself. I opened the vial and for the first time took a look at one of the capsules close up. It had a name on it, and I wondered if Dad knew what it would be if he had of seen it. I was about to put the tape under my bed for the time being, and noticed it wasn’t rewound. It should have been. I wanted to die. Dad had looked at it.

I had to see what he was going to say to me, so I went to the kitchen for a drink. He didn’t offer anything at first, so I asked if I was grounded. He looked like he was trying to find words to speak, and I finally just said, “I’m so sorry, Dad. We were just messing around, checking stuff out and…” He stopped me by holding his hand up. Then he said, “Look, I have to trust you every time you leave this house. You made me a promise some time ago, but yet you never fulfilled your end of it.” I suddenly realized he was more worried about birth control than what he had seen. I knew what he had to hear to at least feel a little better. So I said, “Dad, I’m still a virgin. Didn’t you notice? I’ve lied about stuff obviously, but not about my promise to you.”

That hit the right spot, and assuring him again that I wasn’t lying, I added, “And I still don’t think it’s time yet.” He wanted to know what the pills were, but I couldn’t tell him I really knew what had been used on me. I told him I thought they were sleeping pills, that wouldn’t really knock me out. I asked him how mad he was at the tape, and he responded with his own question. “Were you a consenting party, or did they force you?” I got scared for the two boys and quickly admitted that I had participated freely. Then he settled in for his lecture position at the table. I took my place across from him.

Dad started, “Look, your sex life is your responsibility. As long as you know what’s going on, I can’t blame anyone else. But what if they hadn’t of stopped where they did? And what about the tape? Is it the only copy?” I told him it was, and that I wasn’t going to ever do that stuff again. He went on to point out the hazards of pictures and tapes, and of doing drugs that I really had no knowledge of in the first place. I excused myself and said I’d be right back.

I came back a minute later and handed him the tape and vial, and sat back down for the rest of my tonguing. Perhaps not a good term right now. Dad leaned over the table, kissed my cheek, and sat back down. As we both stared at each other, trying to find words to say, I finally thought I’d try to lighten the mood a little. I asked somewhat meekly, yet comically, “So, what do you think… could I ever be a porn star?” His face twisted, but finally a small smirk crept through. He held the tape up a little and said, “It was a good start, but not much action on your part.”

After what seemed like forever, he said, “Look, I don’t like the idea of my little girl having sex before she’s even turned fifteen, but it’s a different day we live in. If you want to fool around, I at least want you to be in a safe environment. You have no idea how many boys might have shown up to check you out in that state. If you’re going to fool around, why don’t you do it here?” I was aghast, and wowed! I stuttered, “You’d rather me have sex here?” He said, “It would make me feel a hell of a lot better than thinking you’re doing that at a party with a dozen guys around.” Then he pushed the pills back towards me. “I don’t know what they are, but they’re your choice. I hope you throw them away, but I know if you want them bad enough, my throwing them away won’t help.” God, I couldn’t believe this guy. I couldn’t picture myself saying these things to any kid of mine.

I got up and pushed my Dad’s chair back a little. I sat on his lap, gave him a hug around his neck, and a peck on his cheek this time. I looked down to the floor as I said, “I promise to think about everything, and I want to even talk to you about everything that went on, and I know what the pills really are….” I had to look him in the face for the rest. “They’re Rufies! And they didn’t make me pass out like you think… they just made it all easier to happen for me. And… I took them willingly.” I could see he knew what Rufies were, but he was pleased with my honesty.

Dad took a big gulp, “So you were letting them… experiment with you?” I nodded, and felt so ashamed. “Let me ask you the most important thing. When it was all done and over with, had you enjoyed yourself? And please be honest.” I didn’t have to think about that. I said, “Yeah, I did.” He stood up, dropping me from his lap. I was afraid he was really mad at me, but instead he wrapped his arms around me. He said, “We’re going to have to have a very long talk about sex, later today. But for right now, I want you to know how much I love you. I hope you’ll do better at staying safe, including bringing that activity here, if you must do it that way. This house is not only your home; it’s supposed to be your safe haven. If you need me to leave, just tell me.”

Dad went to the garage, probably just to get away from me. And I went to my room to install the cubes. I was in a fog, and wondered if I was still under the effects of the pills in my hand. I didn’t know what to think. I had not only been given permission to have sex at home, but he had even said, ‘if I must do it that way’. I had never felt so many emotions at one time in my life. I placed the vial on top of the trash in my wastebasket, so Dad would have to see I chose to throw them away.

A few minutes later, I found a top on the floor of my closet that I hadn’t seen in a long time. I stripped off the one I had on, and the door opened. Dad looked at me for a moment, and looked away as he always would. I said, “There really isn’t anything left to hide anymore Dad, I don’t care if you look.” So, he turned and watched as I put the other top on, and said, “Don’t you think we ought to make an appointment for some protection, just in case?” I half smiled at him and said, “Since it would make you feel so much better, why not. But anyone but Mom’s old crotch doctor. I don’t want her finding out.” He agreed that that was a good idea and thanked me. Then he threw something at me that looked like condiment packets. I was close, they were condoms. He just quipped that they were for in the mean time. As he turned to leave, he noticed the pills sitting in my trash. He turned back to look at me, reached down and picked them up. He sat them on my bureau and said, “Let’s talk first.”

For some reason, I noticed my nipples were hard as rocks, and thought, ‘Dad, I think its time for a check up from the neck up for you’.

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