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Erica

By Romany

(M/teen-g, oral, anal, solo/exhibit)



I received a job offer to change companies that was too good to
turn down. The only problem was the job was in Pleasanton CA and
I lived in Redmond WA. I discussed it with my wife Julie, and the
decision was to go for it. More money, drier climate and better
prospects. Besides, I was stagnating in the current position I
had been in for nearly five years since my last real promotion.
The logistics of getting Julie, Dougie 18, and Ben 15 from
Washington to California meant selling our house and paying for
the full relocation ourselves as this was not an intra-company
move. As the time drew closer for my resignation to take effect,
we still had no serious offers on our house. This meant I would
be best to head off to start the new job and leave the family
behind until we at least had clinched a sale. But the cost of
motels was relatively expensive at 7 days a week so Julie
suggested I check with my old buddy Gary Hanlon, to see maybe if
he and his wife Kathy might put me up for short while so I could
find affordable temporary accommodation while selling our house
in Redmond. I called Gary and he was overjoyed that finally we
could catch up for more than the odd night, as we had been doing
for some twenty plus years now. Partly because we had always
lived in different states; and usually we only saw each other on
extraordinary occasions which were all to fleeting.

I arrived at his house late one Sunday afternoon, after driving
down from Washington state. He was pleased to see me and we sat
and had a beer and reminisced over our college days. I had met
Kathy numerous times and regarded her as much a friend as Gary.
Gary and Kathy had two daughters. Marilyn 18, and Erica who was
16. Marilyn was an odd girl. Quite tall and a very nice slim
figure and nice honey blond hair. Unfortunately she had somewhat
of a beaky nose and this gave her a rather hawkish look which
made her seem as if she was scowling much of the time. I sensed
the girl was self conscious about her facial appearance and she
seemed to have her head bowed a lot. Despite my efforts to engage
her in conversation, I felt a certain chill from her and wondered
if she resented my intrusion into their family enclave. She
tended to stay in her room a lot and after the first week, I
decided she just didn�t like me, though she kept to herself so I
let it roll over me.

Erica on the other hand was a totally different kid. She was a
lot more gregarious and I have to confess was a bit of a knockout
in a hot sort of jail bait way. She was about five foot five with
medium length dark straight hair that had traces of more than one
rinse through it. She had a very pretty face, and like her big
sister a very tidy body, but perhaps with larger breasts than her
older sister. And unlike Marilyn, she had a very pretty face with
a pert nose, dark brown eyes and high almost Asian cheekbones.
Where Marilyn dressed down and tried to make herself innocuous by
stooping, Erica faced the world with a �fuck you� approach. But
like Marilyn, she seldom engaged me directly in conversation and
I felt that she also was somewhat resentful about my being there.
Over the next few evenings of that first week Gary and Kathy
confided in me about the rather difficult problem they had been
having with Erica right from middle school. At first she was
described as �boy crazy� but after the first basic description of
their kids, I noted Gary and Kathy filled opposing points of view
on the problems surrounding their younger daughter.

Gary�s view was Erica was malleable and impressionable and a lot
of her problems stemmed from peer pressure and a false sense of
bravado.

�She�ll come round in time,� he said optimistically. �You just
see she will.�

Kathy had an altogether different reason for Erica�s problems.
She said they had simply treated Erica quite differently to
Marilyn. That being as Marilyn was the first born, like all
parents, they doted over her right from day one. But, Kathy
reasoned, they were far more relaxed with Erica after having
learned initial basic parenting skills with Marilyn and they
missed the signs of a little girl who was growing up with a
rebellious streak. And more alarmingly, a resentment of her
bigger sister.

�I can recall countless times Gary praised Marilyn in front of
Erica without any sort of attempt at balance for Erica. I think
Erica had it reinforced Marilyn was perfect, and Erica simply
didn�t know where she fitted in,� Kathy lamented looking at Gary.

It was a little embarrassing at this point because it was
obviously a discussion they had had before without satisfactory
agreement on why their youngest daughter was more than a handful.
I steered a neutral course by agreeing with Kathy that first born
and next born are treated differently as parents relax and felt
more comfortable with the responsibility. But I also conceded to
Gary that peer pressure and bad influences were always lurking in
the background. A combination of the two could mean trouble for
an impressionable young girl. They never resolved this debate, as
they probably hadn�t in the past. However as I became more
trusted to their company, I heard a whole litany of problems they
had had. It appears that Erica had a history of going AWOL. From
6th grade onwards she had disappeared for hours at a time with
little explanation as to where she was. She cut school often and
as she started to mature, Kathy had an uneasy feeling that her
daughter had become sexually active by the time she was barely
13. Gary looked rather irritated at his wife�s confession and
tried to make light of her suspicions.

�But as always happens, Kathy persuaded me to accept her view and
the next thing you know our thirteen year old baby is on birth
control,� he snapped.

Once again I tried to steer the neutral course and suggested
prevention was better than an unwanted pregnancy in the event
Kathy was right.

�Trouble is,� complained Gary, �it gave her clear message it was
OK to damn well ensure she did start sleeping around.�

Both looked at each other in silence and I realized Gary had
confirmed Erica was no virgin.

�A friend of ours caught her with her son when she was not quite
fourteen,� Kathy said sadly. It wrecked our friendship because of
course Sally accused Erica of basically being a slut.�

�And that is a lot of bullshit,� Gary snapped. �Kyle Bateman was
a shifty little shit. He acted like butter wouldn�t melt in his
mouth. I�m damn sure he made the play the little prick,� Gary
continued.

I was intrigued yet uncomfortable that my friends were near a
full scale argument and both were using me as a yardstick for
their respective points of view. I felt flattered they trusted me
but also somewhat uncomfortable I was being placed in a position
of arbiter on the two opposing reasons for Erica�s behavior. I
tried to once again steer the neutral course by suggesting a lot
of young girls get �boy crazy� as Gary put it and usually sorted
themselves out. However Gary surprised my by admitting this
hadn�t happened and in fact things got worse, and Kathy nodded
almost in triumphantly her husband had contradicted his earlier
claim she would grow up and out of this situation. Kathy
continued telling the saga of Erica�s behavior to date. Her
cutting class landed her in trouble with the school system. Then
she was caught in a car with a group of boys and girls with
marijuana and alcohol. The girls were 8th grade and the boys had
left school without having graduated. This got her in trouble
with the police youth aid and Gary and Kathy were summoned to a
conference with the police to try to sort her out. But as she got
older, her penchant for trouble and poor school discipline saw
them eventually turn to a Tough Love councilor in an effort to
stop her getting booted out of school. This unfortunately
rebounded on them and it culminated in her running away for over
two weeks. She was found in LA and delivered back home. In the
fallout from this escapade it was revealed she had had a
boyfriend who was three years older. She was told in no uncertain
terms this was totally out of order. She responded by challenging
she would continue to run away if they made her give the boy up.

�So we were faced with a the prospect of her running again, and
never seeing her again, or maybe one day being summoned to the
morgue to identify her,� Gary said grimly.

Kathy was wringing her hands as they jointly retold their
nightmare, and nodding in agreement at least at this part of the
story.

�So you see Steve, we had no option but to approve of this boy
Shane and keep her at home where we could at least continue to
try to reach her,� Kathy said sadly. �Basically agree to her
terms or lose her.�

�Doesn�t this pose obvious legal problems, for the boy at least,�
I said quizzically.

�Yes. Yes it does. Erica is a minor. Shane has been repeatedly
guilty of statutory rape. And by knowing about this and not
reporting it, we are likewise guilty of aiding and abetting the
abuse of a minor. But she�s our daughter and what can we do. If
we had Shane arrested, we don�t know what she would do,� Gary
said forlornly. �We faced a terrible dilemma�

�And in the midst of this all, we actually discovered that Shane
was quite a decent kid. Oh sure he�d dropped out of high school,
but unlike some of the garbage he had associated with, he always
had a job and seemed to have a decent enough home. This threw us
completely, to find he wasn�t actually a bad kid from the wrong
side of the tracks. So we had a family discussion with his
parents and reluctantly we bowed to Erica�s ultimatum as they
didn�t want Shane pulled for statutory rape either,� Kathy
concluded.

I sat somewhat dumbfounded at the situation my friends had found
themselves in. How on earth did this get away on them?

�So you see Steve, if Shane appears of a morning, he�s been here
the night with Erica.� Kathy looked at me for a sign of
understanding.

I nodded my understanding and she went on.

�She�s back at school; and her grades, while not fantastic, have
picked up. She�s home every night. Or if occasionally she�s not
we know she�s at Shane�s house as his mom usually checks in with
me. This is usually Saturday nights when they go out with their
friends. And she tells me Shane claims they have stopped using
marijuana and it�s now Erica who keeps Shane honest using
alcohol. And in all honesty, I am seeing our baby actually
conducting herself a lot better since this relationship. No more
fighting with Gary and I and her relationship with Marilyn has
got better also.�

�My God you two must be the gutsiest people I know,� I said
slowly and deliberately. �This must have been an agonizing
decision to come to. I applaud you for your love and commitment
to keep Erica close to you. Why you would welcome me into your
home when you had to share this with me I can�t say. This would
cause most people to crawl away with shame or embarrassment, and
it is truly a huge endorsement for both of you as her parents.
You are so brave and I applaud you both again. I can�t say enough
in support of you.�

They both thanked me sincerely and at that point we let the
subject of Erica drop. We never discussed it again and as they
predicted, Shane appeared occasionally in the evening, often
eating dinner with the family, and then he and Erica went to her
room afterwards. We seldom saw them in the family rooms and
occasionally I saw Shane leaving the mornings after. He worked on
a construction site as a laborer and usually started at seven
each morning. I usually left for work about eight thirty so most
mornings he was gone before I came downstairs. Gary and Kathy�s
home had four bedrooms. The fourth bedroom was set up like a
study-office. There was a single cot in one corner and that�s
where I slept. I shared the bathroom with Marilyn and Erica
whereas Kathy and Gary had their own en suite bathroom. It was a
nice house and the only drawback for me was the presence of the
family computer in the study. This meant some nights both girls
wanted to do homework at the computer so I was obliged to stay up
until after they went to bed. And then some nights Gary would do
basic computer banking, emails and ordinary browsing. But it was
not costing me a fortune so I put up with it. I had worked out a
contribution to the family food budget so after the first two
weeks everything moved smoothly. Marilyn virtually ignored me and
Erica usually only spoke in a group or collective discussion. In
reality I thought both girls were rude but not wanting to upset
the fine balance, I tried to avoid being in the room alone with
them so as to avoid direct conversation or the pregnant silences
that often went instead.

The prospect of our house selling in Redmond was not looking all
that positive. The housing market was flat and despite a couple
of nibbles, no serious offer had materialized. I spoke with Julie
about every three days and she was feeling somewhat depressed
about progress. However the boys were great and helped to cheer
her up, despite Doug in particular, not wanting to leave Redmond.
I told Julie of the trials and tribulations of Erica; and how I
felt Marilyn didn�t like me being the cuckoo in the nest, and she
resolved to harass the realtor's to get moving and find us a buyer
so we could see light at the end of the tunnel to be together
again. The third week I was with Gary and Kathy, Gary came home
one night and announced a friend at his work had offered them
free use of a small lake cottage about two hours drive from
Pleasanton. He talked excitedly about it with Kathy and suggested
he use up some of his excess of personal time off by spending
two, maybe three, long weekends up there. It was mid-May and the
weather was warming up by the day. Kathy thought this was a great
idea. Almost as an afterthought Kathy added that a cousin of hers
had offered Marilyn summertime work but it would mean Marilyn
traveling about sixty miles a day. It also involved weekends so
she had suggested to her cousin that Marilyn might stay for three
weeks at a time, have a break at home for a few days and then
returning. As Gary mixed the cocktails before dinner, he and
Kathy agreed on the plan for a series of long weekends, and how
to get Marilyn to and from Kathy�s cousin�s job offer. They
called Marilyn in and worked through the logistics arriving at an
agreed plan. I sensed Marilyn was more than pleased to get out of
the house. She didn�t approve of me or Shane staying with them.
Shane she had come to tolerate on her parents� behalf. I doubt if
she was ever going to warm to me.

�Do you think you can make out Ok with Erica?� Kathy asked
chirpily, looking at me after Marilyn had left the room.

It had occurred to me that I was facing the prospect of three day
weekends with one of these sullen girls. I grinned and nodded.

�Just don�t let her beat up on me,� I joked and we all laughed.

�No seriously Steve, it would help us just knowing you�re
around,� said Gary. �You don�t mind us bugging out like this?� he
said quickly as an afterthought.

�Only too happy to help if I can,� I said breezily.

For the life of me I had no idea what I would do if the girl
decided to have a meltdown or challenged me in some way or other.

I went home the third weekend after I had been away. I was
pleased to hear we had two serious offers for the house being
prepared and I tried to hang on to see them tabled. Unfortunately
both buyers had to get bridging finance so I reluctantly left for
Pleasanton again, leaving Julie to handle the deal up until they
needed my signature after we had accepted one. I got back to Gary
and Kathy�s and Marilyn had already gone to stay with Kathy�s
cousin. That following Thursday evening Gary and Kathy were going
to head off for their long weekend. Over the next couple of days
Kathy worked through the dos and don�t with Erica who scowled and
challenged her mother on just about everything Kathy said she
must do. I hung in the background watching the girl. I felt like
giving her a couple of slaps across the face, she was so insolent
to her mother. But I had to concede, as I observed them, that she
was really all show. I noted Kathy was in greater control than
Erica wanted to admit. I grinned to myself. Kathy was an astute
lady. She worked as a paralegal before she had Marilyn. �A failed
wannabe lawyer� as she put it. On the cusp of forty, she was a
very attractive woman. I felt my Julie was a lot more vivacious
than Kathy, who tended to be a little matronly. But she was
facially attractive with short dark hair that was starting to
show premature graying. She had quite large breasts, nice slim
waist but a noticeable bump around her hips. But she still fitted
jeans quite nicely and all in all not unattractive. I found
myself studying her as she conversed with her younger daughter.
It wasn�t hard to see where the steel in this marriage came from.
She was far more assertive than Gary.

The first day Erica and I were alone was the Friday. Gary and
Kathy had left after Gary finished work on the Thursday. I
arrived home and Erica was upstairs in her room. I tapped on the
door and asked what she would like for dinner. She was more than
a little offhand and announced she wasn�t particularly hungry so
�do what you like� she said with almost a sneer. I decided that
would be the one and only offer I would make the little bitch and
after changing into jeans and sweatshirt, I opened a beer and
merrily made a single serving salad and broiled a piece of steak.
I put the other piece I had bought for Erica in the fridge for
another night. I was sitting down to eat when I heard the
doorbell. I was just about to rise to answer the door when Erica
thumped down the stairs shouting �I�ll get it.�

�Right you are� I thought to myself. �You get it you little
bitch.� It was Shane and she started jabbering at him for
apparently being late. Kathy and Gary were right in saying he was
actually a nice kid. He was polite, inquisitive and generally a
decent enough young man despite a few wobbles he had encountered
so far in his life. He looked across at me sitting at the table
alone and greeted me. I returned his greeting and set about my
steak. I heard him say something to Erica and she muttered
something back almost a little sneakily as she glanced at me. He
ambled across and made some small talk and then added the plate
of food looked nice.

�There�s another steak in the fridge if you want,� I offered.

He looked interested but Erica whined that she felt like a
Wendy�s burger. Shane did a double take.

�You�re turning down steak for Wendy�s?� he asked incredulously.

I never caught her reply and soon she was putting shoes on to go
out, and they left, supposedly to get a Wendy�s burger. They
returned about half an hour later with a burger and fries and sat
and ate in the lounge while watching some teen soap. I finished
my meal and placed the dishes in the dishwasher and taking a
second beer, I ambled towards the lounge to watch TV also. I�d
barely sat down when Erica got up and grabbing Shane�s hand and
told him they could watch TV in her room. Shane looked at me
apologetically and reluctantly trooped off with her tugging him
by the hand. �Suit yourself you little bitch� I thought to
myself, and took a vicious swig of my beer.

This sort of interplay set the tone for the first weekend Erica
and I had in the house. Shane stayed every night and despite
valiant efforts to engage me in adult conversation, Erica steered
him out of my presence. On Sunday evening when Gary and Kathy
came home, they queried how things went. �No problems at all� was
my report. Shane seemed like a nice kid; and although going out
every night, they were home before midnight each night. �Probably
he wanted to screw her stupid with her folks not sniffing around
the bedroom door as they often were� I thought. Despite their
mature approach to their daughter�s domestic license, I had
noticed Gary and Kathy ran a degree of interference during their
waking hours at least. Most likely the realization that Shane
might be boning their daughter while they were still awake and
about the house was too much to contemplate. I felt dubious
arrangements like this looked better in the dark and shadows.

The second long weekend away was to be a four day affair. Gary
and Kathy would leave Thursday night and return the following
Monday night. Kathy went through a short grocery list with me and
I agreed to get the supplies. She also made a suggested menu
which seemed fine by me. Of course Erica could not be persuaded
she needed to eat regularly but the menu was posted on the fridge
door and clearly Kathy expected Erica and I would make the meals
together. �Fat chance� I though. She�d eat Wendy�s every meal
rather than chime in with me to cook a meal. The Friday evening
was somewhat of a change. When I got home she was already making
dinner. She had four lamb chops on the bench. I changed my
clothes and ambled into the kitchen to see what I could do. It
was quite clear that the food assembled on the bench top was
exclusively for her and Shane so I drifted around the outskirts
of her space and gathered together a pork fillet I knew was in
the fridge, and after Erica supposedly had prepared some
vegetables for cooking, I took over the bench when she moved over
to the lounge to wait Shane�s arrival. I made another green salad
and set about pan-frying the pork. I cooked my dinner quickly and
sat at the table alone and had my meal. Shane arrived and greeted
me cheerily. Any further attempt to make small talk was
effectively choked off by Erica boasting she was cooking him a
real meal. When she arrived at the stove hobs, he burst out
laughing to discover she had not turned any of the elements on to
cook the vegetables. She became angry at him laughing at her and
I suspect because she felt so stupid in front of me, and she
flounced off upstairs. Shane looked at me and grinned and
shrugged his shoulders. I was nearly finished so I told him to
grab a beer and join me while I finished my food. We chatted
about this and that and he asked me about my family and my job
and seemed really interested I worked in telecoms.

Eventually I finished my food and gathering up my plate and
utensils, and placed them in the dishwasher. I then set about
redoing the vegetables Erica had thought she had started. The
potatoes were not peeled properly, the broccoli had a big
teaspoon of salt in the middle of one piece and some string beans
she had prepared did not have the ends snapped and the string
part peeled back. I corrected the boo boos she had made and
started the potatoes with the other vegetables ready to go, to
time everything to finish at once. When the potatoes were
starting to soften I started the lamb chops and within about
forty minutes, I had their meal cooked. Shane held the plates as
I dished up. He had already set the table for two. He went and
got Erica and I suspect there was a bit of wheedling and cajoling
on his part given the minor humiliation she had suffered over her
attempts at cooking. There was a begrudging acknowledgment to my
input as a result of Simon praising my efforts and culinary
abilities, to his bitchy young girlfriend. I left them to get on
with it and went to watch the news. After they had loaded the
plates and utensils into the dishwasher, Shane insisted she wash
the pots. To my huge amazement she obeyed and he dried as she
went. What was even more staggering was that Shane then dragged
her somewhat reluctantly over to me and made a big show of
thanking me for such a nice meal to the extent Erica was obliged
to mutter thanks as well. I chuckled to myself as the two drifted
off upstairs. Shane was indeed a decent young guy. She was the
one who should feel lucky. Not the other way around.

Saturday morning and Shane left early. I wandered downstairs
about nine thirty and as there was no sign of Erica, so I made
some toast and got myself a glass of juice and made a pot of
coffee. I was sitting at the breakfast bar when to my
astonishment, Erica breezed into the kitchen. Astonishing because
she was wearing a plain white tee shirt and black panties. Her
breasts and nipples were clearly visible and I noted the warm
swell of her pubis and crotch as she breezed into the kitchen,
and started preparing some cereal. She never said a word and was
set on ignoring me. I was somewhat confused as to this rather
overt display and decided she was trying to embarrass me with her
skimpy attire. She carried on regardless of me getting a good
eyeful of her quite substantial charms. She poured some juice and
sat at the breakfast bar one stool away. I looked at her and to
her chagrin she realized the milk was in a carton on my far side
away from her. She went to climb down off her stool and I got a
very pronounced crotch shot as one foot extended to the floor and
the other was still hooked under the rung holding the bottom of
the stool legs. Before she could stand properly I turned and
taking the milk carton, I handed it to her. She froze, with a
look of exasperation at my politeness and then almost snatched
the carton from me causing some milk to slop onto the bench top.
I grinned at her mishap and checked out her crotch once more as
she moved the foot on the floor, back onto the stool rung beside
the other one. She poured the milk on her cereal and munched away
in silence. I did the same. �Fuck her� I thought. �Well literally
fuck her� I caught my thoughts uttering. She was certainly a very
tasty piece of jail bait. I wondered what Kathy and Gary would say
if they saw this. I was thinking of something to say when she
surprised me and spoke first.

�Are you free this afternoon?� she asked quickly, glancing at me
then glancing away as soon as I turned to her.

�Yes. Yes�I�m sure I can be. What time?� I asked.

I had planned to take a look at the local realtors in
anticipation of buying a house.

�About one thirty,� she answered still not looking directly at
me. �I have a hair appointment at one thirty,� she added.

�I�m meeting a Realtor at two,� I answered. �Depending where you
need to go, I can drop you on the way, and depending on how long
you take, pick you up afterwards. I�m just doing some preliminary
searches with them. No actual visits until tomorrow,� I
volunteered.

She told me the general direction the hair salon was in, and I
was able to determine it was nearly on the way. Certainly it
wasn�t too far out of the way not to give her a lift. It was
agreed that we would leave about one, as that seemed to suit both
of us. This was light years ahead of any conversation we had had
in the four weeks since coming here. We finished our breakfast in
silence and she retreated upstairs. I snatched a quick peek at
her crotch as she got off the stool, and another longer peek when
she was bending over to put her dishes in the dishwasher. I could
clearly see the swell of her sex from the rear between her
thighs. Wrapped up in the black hikini tricot panties. She
slammed the dishwasher door and vanished. Wow. �What was all that
about?� I thought. That was totally out of character. The daring
of her skimpy attire while pleasant to look at brought alarm
bells ringing. Why had she done this? Surely not to entice me to
give her a lift to the hair salon. I was a little suspicious of
her motives for such a display.

I cleaned up the kitchen and tidied the lounge and generally
idled away the time before leaving to meet the realtor. I decided
to give Julie a call after I sorted what standard of housing
would be available in our price range. At about twelve fifty,
Erica appeared downstairs. She was wearing a light tan denim
shirt and a pair of khaki cargo pants. Despite the wide legs, the
pants fit snugly around her cute butt and there was the allure of
a nice pudgy crotch, which was largely the pants material and
seam, rather than the relief of her body curves. Her ample
breasts were held close together by her bra which gave the
impression of deep cleavage, which she showed off by having one
too many button undone. Her hair was the one poor performance
area of an otherwise tasty package. Just as well the hair was
about due for some attention I thought. Too many rinses to make
it darker and the natural brown color was now evident at the
roots on the crown of her head. She trailed me to the car and
belted herself in. I noted she was admiring the finish of the car
and as we accelerated off down the road, I gave the gas a little
touch to show off the horsepower. I noted an involuntary grin as
she pressed back into her seat with the acceleration of the car.

�Nice ride,� she said admiring the handling of the car.

It was a V6 Nissan Maxima that iTech had given me as part of my
employment package. Unusual for companies to offer cars nowadays
but I wasn�t complaining.

�So what are you getting done to your hair?� I asked to start a
conversation.

�I�m not sure. I thought I might get a dark rinse through it
again,� she ventured while idly twirling one of the long tresses.

�You�re hair is naturally brown? I asked.

She snorted.

�It�s been awhile since I saw it natural,� she laughed almost
derisively at my suggestion of color.

Undeterred by her dismissive reply I pressed on.

�It�s nice and thick. And from what I can see the natural color
looks really nice. Why don�t you get the Brooke Shields look?� I
offered as suggestion.

As soon as I said it I regretted it. How dated would that remark
make me? But to my surprise she turned quickly to look at me
quizzically.

�Brooke Shields? For real? You think I could do that sort of
hair?� she inquired almost incredulously. �She�s also about six
foot,� she added.

I had to admit Miss Shields was well taller than Erica, and the
longer tresses of hair seemed appropriate for her height.

�Well maybe not identical. Maybe a little shorter, but I was
thinking the color and the way she has the tresses styled. I
think she is a beautiful young woman,� I said.

�So you think I move away from Gothic Girl black,� she said
almost sarcastically.

�Well I think what I can see it is naturally a very nice color.
Maybe ask your stylist,� I added. �Besides, Goth�s usually have
short hair don�t they?�

�I think I�m bound for a basic redoing of the black rinse and
some nibbling around the edges. Besides, mom only gave me enough
for the basics,� she added.

�Well let�s consider that. Does your mom know you�d consider a
change?� I asked. �She might be surprised you would consider
going back to your natural color. And I�m in debt to her for my
share of the groceries this week so I can give you the difference
if you want to try for a makeover.�

She looked at me surprised, still twirling her hair.

�For real? You serious?� she asked almost disbelieving.

�Sure, why not. As long as you don�t fuck it up and get me into
trouble,� I exclaimed. Then I realized I�d used an obscene
expletive and looked a little worriedly at her. �I�m sorry Erica.
That slipped out.�

She was laughing at my meek apology following the f-bomb.

�Geez don�t worry. I�ve heard worse. From mom and dad to,� she
added ruefully.

She fell silent obviously pondering my offer. On the other hand I
was starting to think about what I had said. What if you took me
up on my offer of extra money and got her hair died a multitude
of garish colors, or teased and thinned or any horror story to
get at her parents. I started regretting what I had said. We
arrived as she directed me and I pulled up at the curb. She
turned and looked at me.

�Would you come in and we can talk to Hazel?� she asked directly.
�She will have some ideas and maybe we can get her to tell us how
much more something better would be,� she continued.

This was a surprise. She was almost mellow in her tone. I grinned
and moved the car into the parking lot adjacent to the salon and
we walked towards it. It was simply called Hazel�s Hair, and we
went inside. We were greeted by a young girl, not much older than
Erica, with crimson streaks in her straggly almost grey hair.
Thoughts of a scarecrow sprung to my mind as I regarded the
disaster she was posing as a style. Fortunately this wasn�t
Hazel. The place was actually rather busy and we had to wait for
Hazel. She eventually came to the front of the salon and greeted
Erica. I sensed a little hostility from Hazel and wondered what
Erica had done to piss her off sometime in the past. Erica
introduced me and Hazel eyed me a little suspiciously then on
hearing my association to Kathy and Gary she mellowed and shook
my hand. Erica went on to suggest maybe it was time to tone down
her hair and maybe go back to her natural brown or auburn color.
Hazel listened to the girl intently and looked at me the couple
of times Erica used my name and suggestion. I was pleased to see
Hazel approved of my conceptual suggestion but she frowned like I
was some fashion nerd when I used the Brooke Shields analogy. She
condescended to say she knew what I meant even if I was having
trouble drawing an example. Hazel produced a couple of big glossy
catalogues and Erica began thumbing through. I looked at my watch
and realized that Hazel being late to take Erica�s appointment
had made me late for my rendezvous with the realtor. I started to
excuse myself when Erica became agitated that she wanted my
opinion. I think what she really meant was I needed to get
agreement I would pay the difference for the hairstyle and we
couldn�t do that until she decided. The two women swapped ideas
and clarification over one style which looked quite conservative,
yet I could see it would be a vast improvement on the blackish
brown mess Erica had at the moment. Finally they seemed to get
consensus and Hazel advised the damage was about $80-$120. I was
intrigued at the wide range but agreed the cost was no problem.
I�d pay the full amount if need be. I left about one forty-five,
rushing to meet more two o�clock appointment with the realtor.

The realtor only had one or two houses that fitted my budget.
Neither looked as good as what we were selling in Redmond and I
was somewhat subdued when I arrived back at Hazel�s Hair about
three forty. I wandered in and asked for Hazel or Erica. The girl
with the garish hair vanished and soon Hazel came back leading a
vastly different Erica with a broad smile on her face. She looked
lovely. Absolutely beautiful. I beamed my appreciation and
feigned applause. Hazel thanked me for my compliment on her work
and agreed Erica looked like a real young woman. She hit the nail
on the head. She looked a lot older but still retained the youth
and freshness of her age; with her clear unblemished skin and
bright sparkling eyes. I had a quick mental vision of her in her
the panties and tee shirt from the morning and decided she could
be twenty and hot to trot. Erica couldn�t stop beaming and she
was clearly pleased with her decision to go back to her natural
color, though noted it was more auburn than brown. As the browner
rinse came out the natural brown hair would come through. Much
better than a fading black rinse turning to brown. But it did
suit her. Shit I hope Kathy liked it. I paid a neat $100 to
Hazel. Erica and I left and as I drove, I listened to her almost
babble in excitement about what Hazel had done. I gave the odd
minimal encourager and by the time I pulled into the supermarket
for groceries, I felt like she had moved way beyond the surly
sulky little girl of the past few weeks. Everywhere we went she
attracted admiring glances from men and women alike and I could
see she loved it. When we got to the checkout she handed me $80
which was the money her mother had given her for her hair. I took
$60, leaving her $20. She pocketed the $20 with a grin. I paid
for the few items I had bought and we went home.

She went straight up to her room when we got back. I unpacked the
few groceries and went and sat and turned on the TV. She came
down shortly after and sat in the chair at the end of the couch
and I noticed she was holding a Camcorder and a videotape. I
looked at these items quizzically.

�Do you know how to copy from camera to tape?� she asked.

I looked at the TV video equipment in the AV cabinet and deduced
it looked reasonably straight forward.

�I guess so,� I said carefully. �What do you want to do?� I
asked.

�I want to edit this Christmas Day tape dad made,� she said.
�There are a couple of bits I want edited off.�

She went to the front of the equipment and I noticed she produced
a set of cables and before long; she had the Camcorder plugged
into the VCR and the paused camera picture displayed on the TV. I
wondered why she was asking my help.

�I want to copy the camera to the videotape but I want to leave a
piece off.� She said looking at me.

�No problem. You just start the VCR recording, start the
camcorder playing at the beginning and it will copy to the
videotape. When you come up to the part you want left out, you
pause the VCR and let the camcorder run through the bit you don�t
want and then start the VCR recording again. That way you leave
the bit you don�t want off,� I explained.

She nodded.

�How do I get ready to pause?� she asked.

�Well either you know what leads up to it or you review it on the
camera first and set the timer. Then you use the timing to pause
and start again,� I said.

She started the camera playing and I saw it was a video of them
opening presents on Christmas morning passed. Gary was obviously
shooting the scene and Kathy and the girls took turns opening a
present while he filmed and caught their expressions of enjoyment
at the gifts. The video played for about ten minutes when Erica
announced the �bit I want left out was coming up.� I studied the
tape looking for a glitch or tape noise bar or some such
technical glitch and when she stopped the camcorder I was baffled
as to what she was on about when she said there was an edit to be
made.

�It�s coming up,� she said. �Nine minutes 47 seconds.

She started the camera playing and I was still a bit bemused.
Then I started to grin at her as I realized what she was trying
to edit out. Erica was wearing a short night gown and she had
been moving around on her hands and knees with her back to Gary
filming. At one point she leans forward and thereby exposed her
butt clad in a pair of white panties. She hovers there for thirty
seconds or more and the strip of material between her legs is
obvious, leading back to the wider rear of the panties snug
against her butt, and then hidden by the hem of the night gown
halfway down her fanny. I hadn�t realized what I was viewing
until just before the shot changed and I clearly heard Gary make
comment on Erica�s bubble butt before she shrieked and twisted
away and then the scene changed to a close-up of Marilyn with a
present. I started to giggle and Erica frowned at me.

�Is that it?� I laughed. �Is that what you want removed?�

�It�s terrible,� she complained.

�Aw phooey,� I guffawed. �This is a family get together and I
can�t se anything rude or unreasonable about it,� I chuckled.
�Why just this morning you were wandering around in your
underpants and I never thought a thing about it.�

She looked at me a little more serious now had reminded her of
this morning�s display. I sensed maybe I should have kept focus
on the video, not the recent events.

�Look Erica, if you were at the beach and you were wearing a
bathing suit or bikini, you wouldn�t even bother about it. But
the minute you wear a dress, or in this case a short nightgown,
suddenly everyone�s looking up your dress. And this morning it
was like you were wearing a bikini bottom and tee shirt,� I said
lightly. �I can�t see the difference. I don�t see the video as
rude or immodest any more than what you wore this morning. But
look, I can help edit it if that�s what you want to do,� I
offered.

She regarded my explanation and gazed back at the video still
playing. Someone else, I think Kathy as she was out of shot, was
now filming while Gary opened his presents while Marilyn
chattered with him and I could see glimpses of what I thought
were Erica�s legs as she kneeled just in shot.

�Do you really think so?� she asked.

�Of course I do. But we can take that piece out if you like,� I
answered.

�Let�s try,� she said.

We had about four goes at it and she proved damned hard to
please. To make a good edit, I took out more than she wanted and
it was only after the fourth attempt she relented and admitted we
couldn�t get a neat clean edit of her fanny shot. She sat a
little disappointed but I convinced her to simply do a straight
copy and forget the viewer would see her �pretty fanny� as I put
it. She actually blushed. Man this hard little nut had really
mellowed out with me today. After the straight copy, she marked
the videotape and placed it in the AV cabinet with a bunch of
others already stacked inside. She gathered up the camcorder and
I watched her go back upstairs. I sat and pondered what had
happened. The hair was a triumph. She was very attractive to
start with but this just made her more delectable. It also had
the effect of taking the hard edge, almost slutty look, off her
appearance. The video of her fanny was charming and of course I
could still visualize the flashes of crotch at breakfast. That
had me baffled. Why had she done that? To be concerned about the
innocuous display on video, having appeared in a pair of thin
almost sheer panties was baffling. I had to admit I couldn�t see
through the material but the lump of her mound was more than
obvious as she had moved on and off the bar stool.

I called Julie from the study bedroom and told her about the
housing choices. She seemed more positive about the prospects of
finding something than I was. She then gleefully announced a
buyer was making an offer that evening and she�d keep me posted.
This cheered me up. We chatted about the boys and what she�d been
doing as preparation for quitting the house and before I knew it
we had talked about an hour. It was about five thirty when I rang
off. I sat and reflected on the house sale and I was disturbed by
the clinking of bottles. I wandered down to the living room and
looked towards the sound and spied Erica kneeling on the floor in
front of the cocktail cabinet at the side of the dining area. She
was sorting through the bottles stored there. I was surprised to
see she was wearing a dress. I�d never seen her in a dress in all
the time I�d stayed there. I got up and started to wander over,
just as she stood up. The dress was sort of mid thigh and quite
tight around her butt with a lift under her boobs which had the
effect of gathering them into a bodice with a low neck. Once
again she gave the effect of large high breasts and ample
cleavage; though I was sure the cute puppies were jammed that way
for effect. The dress was a sort of eggshell blue; and she had
bare feet. She spoke as I approached.

�What is the best drink to take to a party?� she asked and held
up a bottle of Bombay Sapphire Gin and a generic brand of Vodka.
Both bottles were near full.

�What party? I asked suspiciously.

�We have a party to go to tonight,� she explained. We don�t have
any money for beer so I thought I�d take a bottle of something,�
she continued.

I eyed her suspiciously.

�I gave you $20,� I said reminding her of the note I handed back
to here at the supermarket.

She looked at me and ignored what I said and then turned to look
through the remaining bottles in the cabinet.

�Are you sure your dad would approve?� I asked.

�Yeah. I said we might be going to a party,� she said lightly.

I didn�t believe Gary would approve of spirits alcohol of any
sort. But on the other hand, given her history maybe that was a
necessary concession just like allowing Shane to stay over was. I
decided not to push the reproach line at this point but try and
find out more about the party and whether or not Gary and Kathy
would have approved. I picked up the vodka.

�Well Vodka can be mixed with orange juice to make a
Screwdriver,� I started. �Or you can add lime juice and make
Gimlet. That�s usually a bit different because mostly you use
Roses Lime which is a concentrate so it�s hard to get the right
ratio of Vodka to juice. It�s often small because you have a
couple of shots of the Vodka but can�t drown it with lime juice
because it makes it too strong. So most people have it on the
rocks or in some cases dilute the concentrated juice with water.
I�m not a Gimlet fan,� I added.

I picked the gin out her hand.

�This is my favorite. Bombay Sapphire and tonic, with a slice of
lemon on the rocks. Gin and Tonic. The best thing to come out of
England,� I explained.

�Can I try each one?� she asked almost coyly.

I regarded the question with suspicion. Before I could react
further she explained that her parents often shared a drink with
her and Marilyn and she went to some pains to point out it was
OK. I could have simply refused to help her but I figured she
wouldn�t really take any notice of me and could wind up with a
potent concoction which would defeat my attempts to keep her from
having too much of the hard liquor. Better to supervise and maybe
she wouldn�t like the mixtures I was suggesting anyway.

We tried the Gimlet first. In a glass with ice, one shot of
Vodka, and a splash of lime juice. We sat in the lounge and she
sipped the drink. I could see she didn�t really go for it because
she felt the lime was a bit strong. I suggested some watering
down and she went back to the bench where we had mixed the drinks
and heard the tap run as she put water in the glass. Erica sat
with her knees on the large leather couch that faced the TV. At
one end of the couch there was a small table for placing drinks
and at the other end there was a matching armchair angled away
from the edge of the couch with the front of the arm touching the
front arm of the couch arm. In the vee there was a vee shaped
table, once again for placing drinks snacks etc. This gave the
effect of the couch and chair being in a half of a hemisphere. As
she sipped her drink she faced me along the couch but turned to
look at the TV. It was innocuous to start with but after a few
minutes she began to fidget and I realized she couldn�t stay
still for very long. She finished her drink and waved the empty
glass at me. I drained my Gimlet and took her glass and padded
off to the bench. I got two large tumblers and made two big
Screwdrivers. One shot of Vodka in hers, two in mine.

I went back to the lounge and she was sitting with her back
against the far arm of the couch and her legs stretched along the
couch. I handed her the Screwdriver and sneaked a look down her
cleavage. I realized she wasn�t wearing a bra as I could easily
see the aureole down the top of the dress. Over the next ten
minutes or so, Erica fidgeted and moved around the couch. As she
continued to apparently search for a comfortable position, I
could clearly see expanses of leg and on more than a couple of
occasions, I got a glimpse of her crotch as she maneuvered her
legs collectively or individually up, down, crossed, or folded
back under her butt. I could see her white panties easily in my
peripheral vision while watching the news which had now started
on TV. Occasionally I sensed she would glance at me and when I
felt her stare a little longer than fleetingly, I would look to
her and she�d grin at me and take another sip of her drink which
she never put down. I soon realized she was drinking much faster
than me. And the legs became separated more and more and on at
least two occasions I glanced at her and easily saw right up her
dress to her crotch and the white panties she was wearing. She
looked at me deliberately then casually looked away. It struck
me. �She�s deliberately flashing me!� First the panties and tee
shirt at breakfast. The deliberate showing me of the Christmas
video and her fanny shot. And now two belts of Vodka and she was
flashing me again. What was she up to?

She drained the glass of Screwdriver and rattled the ice for my
attention. I was only half finished.  Took a deep swig and stood
and retrieved her empty glass. As I turned and walked back to the
bench I noted she got off the couch and headed for a bathroom
that was close to the living area. It had a sliding door and I
heard the door rumble shut as she went inside. I made two G&Ts in
fresh glasses. I�m not sure what came over me but I deliberately
gave her two belts of gin. I went back to the seating and put her
glass on the coaster on the table at her end of the couch. I was
sitting holding my drink when she came out of the bathroo. I
noted I couldn�t hear it flushing but thought nothing more as she
made a fuss of trying to get passed my viewing the TV without
disrupting me. I sensed she was a little tipsy. She had her back
to me and kneeling one foot on the couch she lifted her drink and
tasted it with her back to me.  One foot was on the floor still
and her legs were parted. I looked at the bottom of the dress and
wondered what delights were just a hand reach away under the hem.
I was staring at her when she slowly swiveled round and made a
show of sitting on the seat with her back to the arm. She held
her drink in one hand and swizzled it with the plastic swizzle
she had kept from the Gimlet and as she appeared to concentrate
on this, I noted she was slowly drawing up the knee of the leg
nearest the back of the couch; by sliding her heel back towards
her butt. The offside foot was still touching the floor and to my
absolute surprise, as the dress tented over her rising thigh I
clearly saw her pubic bush and sex lips. She sucked the swizzle
stick and turned and looked at the TV. She had taken her panties
off in the small toilet. Before I had seen white crotch. Now her
dark bush and the clearly defined slit between her labia. I froze
and swallowed hard. My mouth went dry and I quickly took a swig
of G&T. I glanced at her, barely moving my head. She was staring
almost too intently at the TV. There was some boring political
rambling and I was sure she was trying to gauge if I was ogling
her crotch by use of her own peripheral vision. Then almost
nonchalantly her other foot came up off the floor and parked at
the same angle as the one, against the back of the couch. She had
one heel in the nook of the seat cushion and couch back, and the
other just inside the edge of the seat cushion at the edge. I
slowly turned and I stared right at her sex.

It was more than I could stand. Was this deliberate show to lure
me into some bizarre trap to expose me as a dirty old man? Had
the whole day be planned to lull me into a sense of false
security before entrapping me into making an unwarranted pass. I
was breathing hoarsely and trying not to let my confusion show.
But my stirring prick let me down. I placed my drink on the small
vee table between couch arm and chair arm and rose and stepped
quickly towards her. She was till holding her glass in both hands
and as she turned, alerted by my movement, a look of surprise
came to her face. Before she had a chance to perhaps adjust her
exposed position, I slid my left hand straight between her spread
legs and slid in my fingers into her, holding the outside knee
with my other hand. I had taken my life into my hands. No turning
back.

As my fingers slid into her warm muff I noted she was already
wet. I was totally blown away at the ease I slid my two middle
fingers of my left hand up to the second knuckle. To my delight
she let out a self contented hiss and groans as she felt my
fingers probing. I looked at her face and she had a glazed slack
expression, and she seemed in danger of dropping the glass in her
hands. I quickly retrieved it and placed it beyond her shoulders
on the table. Her hands came up to my shoulders and I pushed my
fingers in and out roughly and raped her with them. She started
groaning and soon she let her heels slip away from her and her
legs flattened against the seat cushion but remained apart. I was
now crouching over her and I had slowed my assault to slow
rhythmic working of her sex and running my fingers up to the
clitoris. Within a couple of minutes she started to sink further
down on the couch as she pushed her body down by shoving her
shoulders back against the arm of the couch. Her outside leg
splayed off the couch as she opened herself up to my surging
stroking fingers. I looked at her packed breasts and briefly
toyed with trying to get them free of the bodice but that would
require both hands and some careful effort so I elected to stay
with the bridgehead already gained. Erica was now groaning and
panting as if on heat, with little cries as my fingertips raked
her clitoris. She was clearly enjoying my attention and she had
now grabbed me tightly, kneading my shoulders and urged me on
with movements of her hips. Her head was fully on the couch seat
now and she was laying full length, legs splayed. My hand was
under the dress which had ridden up as she pushed herself feet
first along the couch. I decided to move in for the kill. I
raised the hem of the front of her dress back as far as I could
with my free hand, and half kneeling, and half lying on her
outside leg, I lowered my face to her warm sweet smelling snatch
and laid a long stroke of my tongue up her gaping slit, with my
fingers wedged in her vaginal canal. She hissed her approval and
her hips jerked involuntarily. I grinned to myself. Eureka! I
slowly started to eat out the sixteen year old cunt of one of my
oldest friend�s youngest daughter. What craziness was this?

I worked her clitoris with my tongue and slowly pushed my fingers
in and out. At first she lay quite passive but soon she began to
move her hips slowly, occasionally pushing back at the pressure
from my mouth. As she seemed to warm to what I was doing I felt
her hands on my hair and she held my head lightly, occasionally
stroking my hair. As I worked directly on her clit she groaned
and gave little moans which told me she was now becoming highly
aroused. Soon she was moving her hips quite deliberately;
matching my pressure on her mons and clitoral area. I twisted my
fingers and worked them as deep as I could. Erica started to
become restless as my tongue ravished her and her hands were
motioning my head slightly this way and that and I was pleased
she was now directing my efforts to suit her pleasure. I was now
almost kneeling on the floor with my head pushed along the couch;
lapping at her sweet cunt. Occasionally the hem of her dress
flopped back and got in the way of my tongue. This brief
suspension of my ministrations caused a brief panic as she
scrabbled to pull the dress away from blocking my tongue. As I
refocused on her clitoris she took me by surprise by suddenly
gasping and hissed �oh Christ� and I felt her contractions around
my fingers and she suddenly gasped and sobbed repeatedly out
loud, interspersed with �oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, fuuuck oh
fuck� as she at first became rigid with her hips up off the couch
cushions and then let them slam back against the couch and
bucking several times she tried to twist away from my mouth as
she started to wail and pant as her breathe became ragged. I held
onto her and continued to slurp at her clitoral area and my hand
was now aching from being jammed in her so hard.

I stood and gazed down at her. Her mouth was half open and she
was breathing hard with her head tilted back. Her newly tinted
hair splayed out over the couch cushion and now she had one hand
holding onto the top of the back of the couch and had raised the
knee closest to the seat-back. Her other leg splayed out off the
side of the couch and her other hand was holding the hem of her
dress as her chest rose and fell as she began to bring her
breathing under control. I frantically pulled open the front of
my cargo pants and pushed them and my shorts down, removing them
completely. I was in my sox so there were no shoes to hinder
their speedy removal. I pulled the polo shirt I was wearing over
my head and dropped it on the floor. I looked down at my erect
cock jutting out of my pubic bush. It was thick and hard with the
foreskin flexed back by the swelling of the mushroom head as the
blood filled the spongy tissue. I grasped her inner thigh of the
foot hanging over the couch edge and twisted her butt around
nearly front on to the couch edge. Her eyes flew open at the
sudden repositioning of her body. She clutched the seat back
tighter as if to arrest my repositioning her body and then spied
my cock bobbing before her as I had her by both hips, positioning
her to the front edge of the couch. The foot against the back of
the couch was now on the floor like her other foot, with me now
poised between her legs. I heard her yelp �wait, no� but ignoring
her comments I lifted her butt as I stooped and nudged her cunt
with my cock.

�No�no�you�re too big,� she gasped, eyes wide open.

She was somewhat dazed and confused. Partly because of the orgasm
and partly I suspect because of the alcohol she had drunk. I
ignored her plea and moved forward and felt myself slowly burying
into her warm wet cunt. She groaned �nooooooo� as I pushed back
and forth to gain more depth. I ran my hands along the underside
of her legs to her knees and lifted them in the air and held them
apart. I had pulled her butt forward and her back was now bowed
with her head hard against the couch back and her hands came
quickly to the edge of the couch either side of her butt, to
steady herself, and I shoved home hard. She was biting her bottom
lip and screwed her eyes shut; opening them with a look of relief
as I pulled back.

�Uhh�oh fuck you�re splitting me,� she gasped, but instead of
trying to repel me, she clung to the couch and grimaced, taking
me as I slammed deep into her again.

Once more she screwed her eyes shut as I flexed and gave a harder
shove. Now she threw her head back and gasped loudly. I stood
crouched between her legs, buried deep inside her and roughly
fucking her. I was beside myself with lust and ground my hips
against her on the in stroke, and then pulled back so my cock
head was just inside her vagina, and drilled back deep into her.
She gasped and grunted as I fucked her and at now she settled to
what was happening and she looked into my face; a look of total
abandonment as I strained to slam her back into the couch. To my
delight, soon she started to match my pushing down at her by
lifting her hips towards me. For about five or six minutes I
ground and rotated my groin each time I slammed against her
pubis. It was such a carnal explosion in my head and the
agonizing tightness of her warmth and wetness that I became a
little wayward and rougher with her. I had pulled her further
forward so her head was jammed against the base and back of the
couch and her body was being shoved around by my vigorous
fucking. She yelped, thinking I would pull her off the couch but
then once again bit down on her bottom lip as I continued poling
her deeply.

�Oh fuck�she wailed�oohhhh�it�s soo big�.you�re splitting me��
she gasped and wailed as I slammed her harder as I felt that
distant signal that something big was about to happen in my
groin.

As I was starting to get towards my orgasm I could vaguely hear
her crying out and gasping as I fucked her hard. The blood was
rushing in my ears at the effort I was putting into her and I
became aware that the wail I had heard a few minutes earlier was
replaced by a series of shrieks as I hit her cervix on the down
push. She had her head twisted back with one hand now gripping
the back of the couch. Her other hand was now wrapped over my
shoulder and I held her legs high and wide. I came hard,
exploding into her and pushed hard forwards so her back bent and
her legs wavered back beside her shoulders. She was gasping and
trying to twist away from my invading cock which was now sheathed
as deep as her upturned butt cheeks would allow me to advance. My
balls slapped her butt crack and I cried loudly as I wrung the
last orgasm from my ball as and collapsed forward. She was
gasping and crying and wailing as her second orgasm in ten
minutes overwhelmed her. This caught me by pleasant surprise. I
had believed her complaining was in pain and discomfort but
clearly she was now getting off rather violently on being roughly
fucked like this.

I gazed down at the junction of our crotches and in the delirium
of my orgasm I was stunned to see a small fountain of pee coming
up out of her. She was gasping and crying and realizing she was
pissing in orgasm; I lowered her legs and eased back, with just
the head of my cock lodge in her. She rolled away to one side as
soon as she sensed the relief of her legs being freed and she
turned over, her face against the couch back, still clinging to
it with one hand. Her other hand was now oddly trying to cover
herself with the dress that had been pushed back against her
belly as I had fucked her. It was almost a futile bid for
modesty. Eventually she lifted her head and turned to look at me.
She had worn some makeup and perhaps too much eyeliner for my
taste, when she had dressed for the hair salon that afternoon.
Her mascara had run from the tears she had shed during the fuck.
I was sobered by the fact she was now crying and I was confused
and a flush of remorse gripped me. �Oh my God what I have I just
done?� I thought in despair. My friend�s daughter, and under aged
at that. As I hunched over her with the post coital rush of
regret, she almost catapulted herself off the couch and wrapped
her arms tight around me, clinging to me catching me by surprise.
I raised myself almost upright and took her into my arms as she
slumped against me clinging to me. As I was trying to get some
perspective on this unexpected behavior she took my face in her
hands and began kissing me passionately. This was a relief. I had
thought she was about to burst passed me and start screaming rape
to anyone that might hear. I stood and let her kiss me and my
fuddled brain slowly realized she was endorsing what had just
happened. I held her in an embrace and we kissed. She was sagging
at the knees and I supported her and let her kneel. I lost
contact with her lips and she clung with her hands around my
waist; my still hard cock jutting beside her face. She felt it
there and moved her head back and regarded it. To my amazement,
this semi-crazed look came over her face and she took it and
started rubbing it over her face and slipping the head into her
mouth. She did this for a couple of minutes and holding it
against her cheek looked up at me.

�It�s beautiful. It�s so big,� she gasped with an almost
hysterical laugh. �It went right in me.�

And she rubbed it lovingly against her face and then sucked the
head once more. Eventually she broke from rubbing me against her
cheek and sucking me and sat back on her haunches and looked up
at me longingly, the tears stains glistening on her face. I
stroked her hair and she gave a sudden involuntary sob and then
smiled sweetly looking into my eyes. I recalled she had four
shots of hard alcohol in a short time and gin was notorious for
releasing melancholic emotions. I helped her to her feet and
twisted her with the view to sit her on the couch. I saw the
small pool of pee on the leatherette and deciding it was better
to avoid it so I opted for the bedroom as a sanctuary to allow
her to come down from the alcohol and the fatigue of the sex. I
helped her to the stairs and we clumped up together. I walked her
along the hall and into her room. When I got her to the edge of
her bed I helped her lie down. I noted her dress was wet from her
pee so I eased her back up off the bed and coaxed the dress over
her head. She helped me until it was half over her head and then
stood and let me remove it totally. She was naked. Magnificently
naked with her beautiful breasts rising slowly as she was now
breathing normally. The newly made-over mane of hair framing her
lovely firm breasts and shoulders. The pronounced lump of her sex
between her slim thighs and the shock of dark pubic hair, trimmed
to a vee on her pubis.  Her tummy was nicely flat and I noted for
the first time that she had a small silver navel stud. She looked
up at me and smiled an almost self-satisfied smile. I eased her
back onto her bed and she nestled in the middle and lay and
looked at me. We were now both naked. I eased up onto the bed
beside her and she rolled against me. I cuddled her in to me and
within a few minutes we both slipped into a doze.

***

I woke with a start. Someone was knocking at the door. I looked
at my watch. It was nearly six thirty. We had been asleep for
nearly and hour. I roused her and climbed off the bed. She sat
up.

�What�s the matter?� she asked sleepily.

�There�s someone at the door,� I said urgently, keeping my voice
low as if someone would hear us together.

�Shane!� she exclaimed. �Shit.�

�Wait, I said as she started to get off the bed. �I�ll go. Get
under the blankets. Pretend your sick,� I explained quickly.

�But we have a party to go to,� she said.

�We have ya party right here,� I snapped. �You and me. We�ve only
just started to party hard.�

She gazed at me, wondering what to do. There was something about
my body language that made her remain on the bed.

�Get under the blankets. When he comes in, you�re too sick to go
anywhere and tell him it�s OK for him to go without you,� I
instructed.

She reluctantly pulled the covers back and slid under them. I
picked up her dress lying by the bed and stuffed it in the open
closet and slid the door closed. I put a finger to my lips as if
to shush her and went downstairs to the couch and hastily
dressed. I moved quickly to the front entrance and I opened the
back door and sure enough it was Shane.

�Oh, I thought maybe no one was home; but your car was here,� he
muttered. �Is Erica home?�

�Sorry Shane. I was dozing in the sun room at the front,� I lied
disguising my reason for not answering immediately. �Come in,� I
said cheerily.

He wandered in and glanced at me and went upstairs. I wandered
over to the couch and looked at the small puddle of pee. I went
to the hall bathroom and rolled a wad of paper off the roll and
returned to sponge up the pee. I returned to the bathroom and
dropped the paper in the bowl, flushing it. As I turned to leave,
I looked down and saw her white panties behind the door. I
grinned. So she had discarded them as I thought. �She wanted it
bad�, I thought. I went back to the couch and gathered up the
glasses and took them to the kitchen. By the time I had completed
this, Shane came stomping down the stairs and, without so much as
goodbye, stalked out slamming the door. I grinned. She had done
as I had told her. This was a good sign. �I�m going to fuck your
little ass off Erica�, I thought and started towards the stairs.

I entered her room and she was lying with the duvet pulled up to
her chin. As soon as she saw me she beamed and slowly rolled the
cover back below her breasts and posed provocatively with her
forearms crossed under them and pulling them back up so they
stood up instead of flattened by their weight as she lay. She
licked her lips and gave me a coquettish look in a somewhat
juvenile display of a sexy pose. It was embarrassing. A little
girl trying to be a silky sex siren. There was enough to her
sexuality by being young, than needed some sort of clich�d
provocative pose. I run my hand over breasts and tweaked each
nipple. She was smiling with a come hither expression on her face
and I sat on the side of the bed and leaning forward, started to
tongue her nipples and knead her breasts with my hands. They were
firm yet pliable and quite large for her frame. I worked the
nipples and nipped them with my teeth causing her to gasp and
grunt as the sharp pain went through her. I ran one had under the
duvet and slid it down her stomach over her pubis and found her
sex. She groaned and smiled at me as my fingers slipped into her
cunt. For the next three or four minutes I worked her breasts,
nipples and clitoris and she felt wet between her legs. Her come
hither stance soon gave way to a look of abandon as my hands and
mouth work her body. I pulled the duvet back and leaning across
her lower abdomen, I went down on her. She groaned �ooohhhhh
yesssss� and hissed as she felt my tongue start to flick under
her hood and tease the fleshy nubbin. Within an instant she had
spread her legs and drawn her feet back up near her buttocks;
opening her sex up like a tulip on a sunny morning. I slid two
fingers into her and she arched her hips to give me ease of
access. This way I worked her cunt and clitoris. She was
breathing raggedly and making little gasping and mewling noises
and I could feel her contracting her vaginal walls as she
responded to my eating her and the fingers reaming her open. She
started to quiver slightly and I realized she was working herself
up to cum. Her hips moving in a rhythmic semi circular motion as
she quite skillfully took over and set the movements she needed
by encouraging my movements; using  the pressure of her hips and
her low moans. It was a type of sexual semaphore that I picked up
and matched what she was sending as what she wanted.  I altered
my natural male instinct driven by male masturbation rhythms and
synched up with her needs and she quickly accelerated her hip
movements and groaning, and hissing as she inhaled.

I realized she had taken over the lead. Instead of me giving her
pleasure with my hands and mouth, she was taking it by setting
her pace. Now my hands were busy between her legs and raking her
breasts and nipples and my tongue was dancing over her clit. She
had settled on a steady rhythm, articulated by her breathing,
groaning and gasps, and I sensed she was building. I had three
fingers in her wet cunt and the pinky was butted against her
perineum. I slipped the pinky up and down and she found favor in
that and gave a slight giggle as she felt the smallest finger
lightly touching the junction between her vagina and anus. Both
her hands were on my head now and she was starting to rise in
tempo and tone of her voice. Suddenly she ignited and started
bucking and holding herself rigid as the orgasm started to build.
Then she would release the tension and drop back onto the bed,
only to once again stiffen and lift her butt as the pleasure
started to take her over. She started wailing and crying out as
the first contractions grabbed at my fingers. Somewhere in the
midst of this frenzy of jerking and movement I pushed straight up
and my pinky slid into her asshole. She twisted sideways
instantly, as the unfamiliar intrusion pushed into her asshole
but once the sphincter had let the slim digit pass, she groaned;
rather almost growled as all four fingers were now lodged in her
two holes and at this point she started fizzing lightly against
my mouth as she came, crying out in a series of short shrieks and
thrashing of her hips up and down on the bed. Her legs which were
bowed open were suddenly straightened and clamped my head and she
twisted and groaned as the sensation became too much for her and
she half rolled as if to get me away from her clitoris now. I was
pinching a nipple hard and my hand buried in her crotch and she
came down off her high and started complaining in short guttural
syllables of no word in particular, that she wanted me to stop.
Eventually I let her nipple go and once this pain stopped she lay
flat and opened her legs once again as a way to let me remove my
fingers. I slid my fingers from her cunt and asshole and she
sighed a satisfied sigh of relief and flattened her legs onto the
bed. She lay, eyes half closed with a goofy smile on her face,
and weakly lifted a hand and patted my thigh as I knelt over her
still. A sort of �thank you� pat.

I sat up on my knees; my feet hanging over the side of the bed,
and I picked at some pubic hairs that had become lodged in my
mouth. These are often tricky little things to locate and remove.
Especially if they get into the back of the throat. I struggled
to remove the last offending curly hair and gagged on my own
fingers a couple of times. She watched me with interest for a
minute or two.

�What are you doing?� she asked lazily.

�Pubes,� I answered simply.

She giggled and nodded.

�They can be irritating,� she said dreamily.

I could see she was starting to drift away. �Not so soon� I
thought to myself. �We haven�t finished just yet.�

I slid off the bed and shucked my shirt and shorts. I was semi
hard and my cock hung at about half mast. She opened her eyes
briefly when I got off the bed but had closed them before I had
stripped naked. I needed a little external support. I looked at
her full cherry lips and knew just were that support would come
from. I climbed up onto the bed again and shuffled up near her
head. She felt the movement on the bed and opened her eyes lazily
again. They opened wider as she saw my cock waving just above her
face. At first she looked a little annoyed I was obviously
demanding oral sex, but given what I had just done, I expect any
thought of not giving me head was out of the question. She
reached and took my slowly hardening cock and I eased my groin
down to her and she drew me into her mouth. I braced my hands
against the wall at the bed head and leaned down into her as she
sucked me languidly for about five minutes. That worked. I was
rock hard again. As she was sucking me I turned and looked at her
body. The trim dark triangle of her pubic bush; the pink slightly
parted lips of her sex, so recently reamed by my hand. The small
stud shining in her beautiful naval. And the breasts with the
dark aureole and still pert nipples, now flattened slightly  by
gravity as she lay. The whole effect was narcotic. I eased out of
her mouth and she watched me shuffle on my knees down her body. I
eased between her slightly parted legs and she realized what I
was after. She opened them and I crouched over her and rubbed my
cock up and down her slit. Slowly I eased into her and soon I was
pushing deep inside.

I lifted her legs up over my upper arms, and holding her under
her buttocks, I fucked her with a series of short sharp rutting
which caused her to gasp and grunt as I held her butt off the
bed. I was kneeling and pushing my hips forward and back and as I
held her this way I looked down at her breasts jostling from the
thudding I was giving her as my pubis bumped hers. She had her
eyes half closed but I knew she was watching me. I slowly felt
the onset of the orgasm that I was pushing for but it was too
soon so I slowed a little. I decided to change position so I slid
my knees back and lay across her more, allowing her legs to slide
off my upper arms onto the bed either side of my hips. She
adjusted them to suit her own comfort and I continued to fuck her
more in the conventional missionary position rather than the
kneeling of earlier. I still had my hands under her butt cheeks
and I slid one into the cleft between them; just back from the
junction of my cock and her cunt. I felt for her anal pucker and
watched her eyes open wider as she felt my finger stroke it. A
small frown came over her face and she adjusted her upper body as
if to move away slightly. I monitored her facial expression
closely, lest she try and rebel against my finger which I had now
inserted to the first knuckle. She screwed her eyes closed in
discomfort as I pushed the finger to the second knuckle and
opened them again and her face took on the expression of dislike
for what was happening. I could feel my cock moving through the
thin membrane between vaginal wall and anal cavity and I
pressured the side of my moving cock with the finger, from the
wall of the anus. I stayed this way and slowly brought myself to
a shuddering ejaculation; gasping and groaning as I shot into
her. She smiled faintly, I suspect thinking how ridiculous I
looked in orgasm. I caught her eyes and her expression made me
grin as I finished cumming. She smiled, and with a laugh I
collapsed on her and she clutched me to her with a little giggle.
I pulled the finger from her ass and she yelped as it stretched
her due to the angle I withdrew it from. I lay with my face in
the pillow beside her head. She stroked my hair as if I were a
baby.

�That was a goody,� she whispered quietly to my ear.

I laughed a short laugh at her words.

�It was a goody,� I agreed. �A really nice goody at that,� and
chuckled.

***

At some point I was roused from sleep when she got off the bed. I
sat up as her shadowy form was disappearing through the darkened
doorway of her bedroom. It was night now.

�Where are you going?� I called sleepily after here.

�I need a pee,� she softly called back.

I slumped back on the bed and lay reflecting on this day. I had
either been seduced, or I was a seducer; I wasn�t sure who
seduced who, my best friends� sixteen year old daughter or me.
Entrusted to care for her while they were away, I had let her
overtures get to me and responded by having sex with her. The
incident on the couch may well have been reckless and unwise but
there was an element of chance with that stupidity; chance
provided by her willingness to go on with it. Even despite the
alcohol, I realized there could be mitigation argued, albeit a
weak argument against what I let happen. No matter how
provocative she was, I should have prevented it. Yet here in the
bedroom there was simply no argument against what happened. I
came here knowingly to fuck her. OK, so based on the stupidity of
before I got the bug�as they say. I should have realized what I
was doing was very wrong more so after the first encounter, let
alone compound it with a second. I sighed. Who was I kidding?
There would be a third�and a fourth�and so on. I was hooked.
Irrespective of the huge moral problem here, she was a delicious
amoral fuck! After twenty years of sex with the same partner, her
youthful zest and response to matters carnal was a revelation and
a breath of fresh air to my jaded libido. Though how I was going
to face Gary, Kathy and Julie without showing some sort of guilty
face, I did not know.

She was gone for several minutes and I realized she should have
returned by now. Out of curiosity, I got out of bed and quite
deliberately tiptoed along the hall. I had a vague suspicion
there might be something afoot so I moved silently until I came
to the bathroom door. I could her water running but it wasn�t the
toilet. I noted the sliver of light under the bathroom door. I
turned the handle and walked in. I stood stunned. She had a foot
up on the washbasin vanity and a razor in her had. Her pubic area
was covered in shaving cream and she was scraping her pubic hairs
with the razor. She looked up and beamed at me.

�What the hell are you doing?� I asked the obvious question.

�Shaving,� she said brightly with an equally obvious answer. �So
you don�t get pubes stuck in your throat.�

I started laughing.

�Oh Erica. You never cease to amaze me,� I laughed.

She grinned and poked her tongue at my comments.

I circled around the front of her and watched as she carefully
drew the razor back and forth, rinsing it in the washbasin and
then scraping once more. I could see the area of her pubis
becoming flesh colored as the hair was scythed away. As she was
close to completing the task I knelt and brought my face close
and studied the sex. The reddened lips brought about by the
recent sex. The crinkle inner lips near the top covering the
clitoris. I watched as she bent and made a few cursory passes
with her fingertips and gave a couple of strokes over obvious
stubble areas she had not shaved smooth. The pudenda and curve to
the sex lips was plump and inviting. The lips parted slightly. I
marveled at the beautiful contour between her inner groin at her
thighs, and the transition to the swell of the sex mound itself.
I could look at this forever.

�Nosy pervert,� she giggled, and tapped me on the bridge of the
nose with the back of the razor.

I looked up and grinned and she lifted her foot down and stood
before me. As bald as she was before puberty, no doubt. She
rinsed the razor and I heard the sink gurgle as she released the
water from the hand basin. She had looked away to do this and
missed me lean in impulsively and put my mouth to her pubis and
rub my face and chin along the now smooth skin, where the hair
had been shaved away. She gave a little yelp of surprise and then
a throaty chuckle and took my head in her hands and looked down
at me. She moved one foot and opened her crotch, inches from my
nose. I took the bait.

I ate her kneeling before her and soon she was groaning from my
tongue lashing her sex and clitoris. She staggered a little and
steadied herself against the vanity unit as I ate her out; one
hand rubbing my hair erratically as the pleasure rose within her
loins. I got her legs a little further apart and slipped the
fingers of my free hand into her slick sex once more. I�m not
sure if she had made any attempt to wash herself when she first
came into the bathroom but I really didn�t care if I was slurping
my own juices from our last fuck. Invariably she became loose and
ragged in her breathing and she was wobbling to stay still so my
mouth could bring her the release she was now clamoring for. As
before on the bed, I got one finger into her anus. Again she made
a groan of objection but once I had the finger inserted as far as
I could, rather than fight it out, she moved her lower region to
allow me a better push into her to avoid any pulling causing her
discomfort. She came hard. Gasping and wavering on her feet as
she contracted her sex on my fingers and I could feel her pulse
strong at the sphincter muscle. She wailed and gasped and groaned
like before and eventually twisted herself half around so her
back was now leaning against the vanity unit for support. As she
came down I slowly stood, easing my fingers from her cunt and
asshole. I stood and looked down at her. Taking her chin I lifted
it and bent to kiss her. We kissed passionately for a few moments
and then broke slightly apart looking into each other eyes.

�I can smell me on your mouth,� she said softly.

I inhaled through my nose in an overt show I was inhaling her sex
musk from my lips.

�Works for me,� I said. �I can now leap tall buildings in a
single bound,� and laughed.

She rubbed my bare chest and looked down at cock which was semi
hard, dangling between us. She took it like a dagger and gave it
a few jerks.

�Does he want some to?� she said with a little girl voice.

Of course he did. But I had something other than a straight fuck
in mind.

�He does but he has a special wish,� I said enigmatically.

She wrinkled her nose in question at what I was meaning. I didn�t
answer but turned her on her unsteady legs so she faced the basin
and the mirror. Standing behind her I took my cock and pushed it
into the lower cleft between her buttocks. The suggestion was
obvious and I saw a look of concern on her face as we watched
each other in the mirror. At first she looked troubled but as she
kept my gaze her face softened.

�You like that part don�t you?� she said flatly.

�Yes I do,� I said evenly. �Very much.�

Truthfully I had never been in anyone�s anus before. Not Julie�s
nor anyone before her. Not even the finger as I had used on
Erica. This was totally new territory and I was now quite excited
she had not summarily dismissed the insinuation I take her in the
ass.

�It will hurt,� she said flatly.

�Not necessarily,� I countered quickly. �Not if we go slowly and
use some sort of lubrication,� I offered as a suggestion.

I was now slowly moving the head of my cock over her anal ring
and she stood with her legs slightly parted and hands holding the
vanity unit as she studied my face; watching me in the mirror.
She pondered the situation for a minute and then she seemed to
relax from the alert stance she had assumed when she felt my cock
against her pucker.

�Only if you let me control it,� she said suddenly, her eyes
searching mine for agreement.

She almost sighed the words. It must have been an effort to
concede she would try anal sex.

�Deal,� I said softly close to her ear and held her gaze in the
mirror.

She moved quickly and caught me a little unawares as she turned
and brushed past me to the door.

�Follow me,� she instructed, and vanished out the bathroom door.

I turned, stiff cock wagging about before me and went after her.
By the time I was in the hall I saw her vague shadow at Gary and
Kathy�s bedroom door and then a light came on. I was curious as
to what she was up to and by the time I arrived inside the large
lavishly furnished room, she was bent over looking in the bottom
of a walk in closet. I stopped mesmerized by her beautiful butt
and the swell of her sex, dark between her globes. She stood up
and walked to their bed with a small cardboard box in her hand
which she placed on the bed and removed the lid. It looked like
an old fashioned candy box; the type that had two layers of
chocolates, about two inches deep. It was about ten inches long
by five wide and red with a decorative Xmas  pattern. I moved
closer and watched her stooping and peering in. She took the
tresses of her hair and pulled them behind her ears in a reflex
action to stop her mane from falling in front of her eyes as she
peered into the box. She reached in and then stood almost
triumphantly and held an object about four or five inches up in
front of my face. I�d never seen one in real life but I
immediately recognized it as a pear-shaped anal butt plug. I must
have looked stunned because she burst out laughing at the
expression on my face.

I gathered my composure and looked at her quizzically.

�Don�t you know what it is?� she jibed as if I was ignorant.

Before I could answer she told me.

�It�s a butt plug. More to the point it�s mom butt plug,� she
announced.

I opened my mouth again and she laughed and tapped the bottom of
my chin with it.

�You�ll catch flies standing there like that,� she guffawed.

�How the hell, where the hell�� I stammered and left the
questions uncompleted.

She giggled and sat sideways on the bed and tipped the boxes
remaining contents on the bedspread. She quickly retrieved one
item and dropped it in the box.

�It�s greasy,� she volunteered as I looked quizzically at her
quick action of returning it to the box.

I looked into the box and recognized a half full tube of KY. I
picked it up and it was slightly greasy on the outside. Greasy no
doubt when greasy hands held it while the cap was screwed back in
place. I looked at Erica and my eyes widened again. She had
dropped the butt plug and now held a wicked looking double dildo
clearly designed to penetrate vagina and anus together. The
vaginal appendage was about six or seven inches and about an inch
or so thick. The anal appendage was about an inch shorter and
about two thirds the girth of the vagina�s cock. I grinned at the
toy as she waved it about and then picked an ugly black
rubberized dildo. This beast must have been ten or eleven inches
long not counting a grooved section at the opposite end to the
cock head, for holding it. It was way bigger than my erect cock.
I deduced it was meant to be a replica black man�s cock. Lying on
the bed was a silk headscarf or cravat or such piece of red
material. I suspect these were to cover the toys in the box. I
sat on the bed and faced her.

�How did you know they were there?� I asked inquisitively.

�She�s had these for ages. When I was still at middle school;
maybe when I was twelve or thirteen,� she explained. �I found
them when I was going through her clothes looking for change one
day when she was out shopping. I spotted it by chance, on the top
shelf in her closet. At first I thought it was actually a stash
of candy and so I decided to sample it. But instead it was these
babies,� she added with a wry grin.

�And did you sample them?� I said dryly looking at her.

She blushed and a mawkish grin came over her pretty face.

�Yep, mmmm hmmmm,� she said and grinned at me.

�All of them?� I nudged as if I didn�t believe her.

I knew she would have, given her precocious sexual nature but
hearing her admit to it was much cruder and more enjoyable.

�Which one did you like best?� I said, barely disguising the
leer.

�All of them, but this one mostly,� she said holding up the
doubled pronged toy. �The black boy is just too darn big. Mum
must be built like a female horse,� she added. �I couldn�t get
hardly any of it in.�

�She�s had kids,� I offered. �Kids do tend to stretch women a
little,� I said wryly.

We both gazed at the toys in silence as we passed them back and
forth, inspecting them. Finally I spoke.

�You brought me in here for a reason, remember?� I reminded her
of leaving the bathroom when I had advanced on her ass.

Her face showed a fleeting hint of concern and she nodded
agreement.

�Yep. I did,� she said and swallowed hard. �I thought maybe if
you, you know, want to do it there�it might be best to maybe
practice, or get prepared,� she said meekly.

She most likely realized she was giving the fox the key to the
hen house.

�Great idea,� I said quickly.

I looked at the large king size bed and the beautiful bed cover.
Hardly the place here.

�So where to?� I asked inquiringly.

She didn�t answer but simply gathered the toys up and put them in
the box. She did not replace the lid but carried the two parts
back to her bedroom. I followed watching her hair swing across
her naked back and the firm butt bounce and sway deliciously as
she walked. Soon she was sitting on the bed with one leg up and
the box nestling in the crook of her other leg bent on the bed
before her. I stood and watched as she selected the butt plug and
offered it to me.

�Let�s start here,� she said evenly.

That next thirty minutes was spent with Erica at first kneeling,
and then lying on her back with her legs held back, as I slowly
reamed the greased butt plug in and out of her ass. She took the
intrusion stoically though I was sure she never really enjoyed
what I was doing. The plug was made so that it tapered thin to
thick from point to base but then had a waisted section after the
widest point. This was to allow the sphincter, once stretched
open fully and the main length inserted, to close over the
waisted section to hold the toy inside. But of the three toys,
this was the thinnest entry and that is why Erica chose it I
suspect. The black man dildo was out of the question. Even I
could see that. And the double appendage, while ideal for her
vagina, was still a little thick for her tender young asshole.
But the slow insertion and removal of the butt plug had the
double effect of pushing the KY liberally applied to the toy into
her inner sphincter, back up into her channel; as well as slowly
opening the sphincter by the continual movement of the tapered
plug in and out. I found plying her butt with this toy
stimulating and erotic and she gasped and puffed as I reamed her
on her hands and knees and on her back. I was rock hard during
the entire process. I doubt I can recall last when I had stayed
so hard and erect for so long. But finally my arousal started to
get the better of me. While I had reamed her I often put my face
down and smelled and licked her sex while buggering her with the
toy. I was ready for the next step.

I pulled the plug from deep in her ass one final time. It made a
soft swooossh as it came clear of the suction it was creating in
her anal cavity. She was lying on her back and a worried look
came over her face when she saw I was not going to introduce the
thin tapered end of the plug once more because I had dropped it
at the foot of the bed. I looked at her and gave a subtle nod.
She bit her lip and pulled her legs back and held her own ankles.
Just as I had fucked her vaginally earlier, I shuffled forward on
my knees and knelt while I smeared KY from the tube on my hard
cock. Mental note to replace the KY. Mental note to make sure it
is only half full lest Kathy suspect someone has been into the
box if we put a new full tube back. I rubbed the gel over the
mushroom head and along the length. Erica lay and watched me with
a look of concern. It looked crude the way her legs were open at
the knees but she held the ankles together just above her
midriff. The junction of her crotch and butt forming a sort of
circle with her legs bowed open, and ankles held close together.
Her sex was gaping and below it, her asshole was definitely
dilated about a nickel in diameter, from the reaming and
manipulation with the butt plug. I was ready and moved forward
and eased my cock towards the gaping little pucker. I heard her
hold her breath as the cock head grazed the pucker. Rubbing it
around slowly I also pushed gently forward. It did not take much
for the first half inch to push in and as I pushed a little
firmer, the grease took over and the mushroom head slipped past
the sphincter. I know there are actually two sphincter rings. The
external and an internal muscle. When I hit the second
constriction, my cock bowed with resistance from the muscle. I
gripped my cock and held it straight and too my surprise, I slid
easily passed the second ring. I was half in and I heard her gasp
and exhale. She breathed quickly in short sharp gasps. I let my
knees slide back a bit, and flattened out more and pushed my hips
forward. My cock slid about half the remaining length exposed,
into her and she gave a low �o-o-o-o-o-hhhh, shee-i-i-i-i-it� as it obviously
hurt.

�You OK?� I asked quickly.

She was panting and her face looked pained.

�Not really, but I doubt it will get much worse, seeing it feels
like your in my stomach somewhere now anyway,� she gasped�

�Just a little more,� I said, and slowly pushed firmly into her.

I was in. I felt my balls hitting her sex lips. I slowly eased
back and she gasped as I stretched a little awkwardly to one
side. I tried to stay straight and slowly started the in out
fucking movements. Her legs were almost back against her chest
and her breathing was sharp and raspy. I lay flatter across her
and this had the effect of bringing my shoulders in contact with
the underside of her upturned thighs. As I started to find a
rhythm, guided by the complaining by her as a way of knowing what
was least uncomfortable, I started the age old fuck motion.

I have never had such a carnal experience before in my life, and
I confess that the subsequent bouts of anal sex to this first
effort have all been with Erica. Each was absolutely mind blowing
experience. If I remain faithful to Julie from this moment forth
until I die I will never experience the absolute pleasure of ass
fucking. It was so totally different to vaginal sex. I started
fucking Erica in an almost trance-like state, swooning with the
bliss of her tightness and the unusual heat from her inner anal
passage. She held her legs rested on my shoulder and I was soon
sweating profusely as I slowly and deliriously buggered this
tight ass. She gasped and panted and occasionally gave a series
of �ooooohhhh� noises as the pain rose from the fire in her
stretched asshole. But she generally was able to take it
stoically and given the pressure and the whole carnal nature of
sodomizing the teen, I didn�t last very long at all. I tried to
bring myself under control but even the static pressure when I
stopped moving, was causing me some havoc and soon I was
literally yelling at the top of my voice as I burst over the edge
and came and came into her bowels. She gasped and groaned as I
gave a series of obscene ragged shoves and shudders in her
complaining ass and she turned her head back and forth sideways
and bit her lip trying to manage the pain. I just emptied
everything. The sweat running down my back, my butt crack and own
asshole, and onto the underside of my scrotum. In short, I blew
my nut.

***

It was daylight when I sensed her get off the bed. I opened my
eyes and saw her walking gingerly to the bedroom door. I called
after her.

�You OK Erica?�

She ducked her head back in the door from the hall when she heard
my voice.

�My butt feels like I�ve had a baseball bat in it,� she said
ruefully then manage a sort of a grimace of a smile.

Her hair cascaded before her as she leaned in to talk to me,
stooped against the door jamb.

�I need a shower and some lotion of some sort,� she said with a
weak smile.

I smiled somewhat guilty as to the effect the anal fuck had had
on her. I climbed off the bed and padded down to the bathroom.
When I went in she was sitting demurely on the bowl peeing. I
grinned and walked to the shower box and turned the water on. She
tied her hair up and we showered together. Taken gentle care of
wiping and soaping her butt. We couldn�t help ourselves and soon
stood locked in an embrace fondling each other; she turned on and
awkwardly climbed up and onto me. I held a leg up as I fucked her
standing up. I had a pretty nice quick cum and she rubbed her
clitoris and came just before I did. Cleaned and dried we both
dress; me in shorts and clean polo and she in a pair of knee
length cargo shorts and halter top. I cooked waffles for her and
eggs and bacon for me and after we had eaten this first meal in
nearly eighteen hours for both of us, we sat in the sun room at
the front of the house. She sipped an iced orange juice and me
with coffee. I stared at her and smiled. She smiled back; almost
embarrassingly coyly.

�What?� I said grinning at her expression.

�I was just thinking,� she laughed. �I thought you were an
asshole coming to stay here,� she chuckled candidly.

I frowned in a mock shocked way, to illustrate I thought this was
unfair.

�No, really. Marilyn and I thought it was a bit rude you asking
to stay weeks, not a day or so as most people would,� she
continued.

I knew she was honest and truthful here and it sobered me a
little. Well it wiped the clowning grin from my face at least.

�But now look at me. I�ve, gosh...I�ve just�awww, I can�t explain
it,� she sat with her arms on her lap holding the OJ.

�You�ve done things with me whom you didn�t like, that you would
never have dreamed of doing with someone you liked�� I offered.

�Like Shane,� I went on.

She surprised me by making a mock look of shock and then grinning
shook her head.

�No not Shane. Never Shane. He would never think sex could be
made good for me,� she said candidly. �He�s all wham bam and
finished. I never had anything like last night, with Shane,� she
said with a smile on her face that showed she was remembering
what she had enjoyed.

�Even the ass fuck,� I said bluntly.

She laughed and nodded her head a few times.

�Even the ass fuck. Yep even that. Mind you, it�ll take a bit of
getting used to. But, n-o-o-o; Shane just doesn�t have the
imagination to go any further than get it in and shoot,� she said
ruefully.

�So why do you do it with him if it is purely for him? Love?� I
asked.

She snorted a laugh.

�Nah. It�s not love. I just, well I really like Shane but he�s a
bit of a baby sometimes. And he has no idea of what I like. But
it�s sort of part of the deal of being together I guess so we
just do it his way,� she said wistfully, thinking about her
boyfriend.

�He won�t be your last then�?� I said speculatively.

�Hell no. I hope there are better men out there than Shane. Not
just sex, but overall,� she snorted.

She mellowed.

�But he�s OK. We get on fine; and mom�s right in that�s he�s good
for me. So I think I�ll keep him for awhile,� she said with a
grin and sipped her juice.

�I think that�s a good idea,� I said. �I like Shane to.�

�Yeah he likes you to. We argued about liking you the first week
or so and he stuck up for you�� she tapered off looking a little
embarrassed at her candor.

�And now?� I asked raising my eyebrows.

Once again a mawkish uncontrollable grin twisted her mouth.

�Yeah, you�re sooo fine,� she gushed. �Taught me heaps. Got the
�O� spot lots,� she chuckled red faced. �Sooo so good.�

I laughed.

�Did you know about the �O� spot, as you put it, before me then?�
I asked looking at the beautiful teen.

�Hmm�sort of. I guess when I was about ten or so, I discovered I
liked kind of rubbing against things,� she said pondering her
words. �It was like nice and warm and tingly when I half lay
along the arm of the couch or rubbed against the edge of the
bed.�

�And how did it develop,� I said thinking I sounded like a doctor
inquiring after a chronic pain.

�One day when I was lying on the arm of the couch watching TV,
mom came in a growled at me for not sitting on it properly. I was
feeling all warm and smiley face so I went up to my room and
locked the door. I leaned against the end corner of the bed and
tried to repeat what I was doing on the couch. But it wasn�t
quite the right pressure, so I put my hand inside my pants and
started to rub with the heel of my hand. That helped but it was
while I was trying to get my hand on the right spot that I
touched myself�you know, my clit place�and felt a real jab of
nice. That was it. I�ve been doing it to myself ever since,� she
finished with an impish smile.

�Since you were ten! Gosh that�s young. Mind you I expect most
boys are whacking off regularly by then,� I offered as useless
information.

She laughed out loud at my description of boys masturbating.

�Whacking off. That�s a good one,� she laughed.

She stopped laughing and a wicked look came over her face.

�Show me how boys whack off,� she said with a sly grin.

�What! You want me to beat off for you,� I laughed somewhat taken
aback at the brazen suggestion.

�Yeah go on. You�ve had me do it to you; let�s see how you do it
for yourself,� she giggled.

I looked at her grinning and slowly began to unzip my cargo
shorts. I fished in and took out my hardening cock and stroked
the foreskin back a few times to set up the shaft for a jack off.

�I want you to do yourself as well,� I said firmly, stroking
myself slowly.

She was sitting forward on the armchair, mesmerized by my hand
sliding the skin up and down. Her eyes flicked quickly up to mine
and she smirked and looked a little embarrassed but she agreed,
quickly unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them down and off her
legs. She lifted her feet and shucked her panties and then slid
her butt back in the chair cushion and hooked her legs out and
over the arms of the easy chair. I sat holding my cock and saw
the red gash, hairless and open as she parted her legs. She
brought a hand straight down between her legs and with a goofy
grin on her face as she watched my hand slowly masturbating
myself, she started to rub her upper vulva area around her
clitoris.

The mutual jack off session lasted no more than about five
minutes. I studied her face as she in turn sat transfixed at my
hand beating my cock rhythmically. Her face was all concentration
and occasionally she closed her eyes and lifted her chin slightly
as she made a concerted effort to get herself over the edge. I
noted she usually slowed down the rather fast orbital rubbing  in
favor of curling her fingers up; obviously stroking her clitoris
directly. Then she would open her eyes and lower her chin as she
zeroed her gaze back in on my flashing hand and went back to the
general orbital rubbing of her three middle fingers held stiff,
side by side. For my part I sometimes slowed and pulled the
foreskin right over the head, allowing the precum to slick it,
then went back to flicking the shaft with the skin sliding
effortlessly up and down the rigid tube of flesh. She got there
first. Finally she started to squirm around and twisted half
sideways on the chair cushion as her fingers now played with the
clit directly. She had abandoned watching me in favor of her own
rising pleasure and had slipped her free hand, which spent most
of the time up her tee shirt working her breasts, under her outer
thigh; curling the fingers around underneath her crotch and into
her sex. She didn�t try to penetrate as a man would have but I
could see the fingers sliding along the inner lips in the crack
of her sex. She was obviously getting sensation from her inner
labia as she also worked the clitoris. Her mouth was mostly open
and her eyes closed as she was gasping and groaning erratically
as her orgasm arrived and she squealed loudly as the first rush
of enjoyment hit her. I had studied her rising agitation and
started to work my cock to bring on the ejaculation. As she
started wailing I stood and almost growling in lust and presented
my cock aimed at her face and let fly half a dozen strong jets of
cum. I was wayward in my aim and the first two hard spurts hit
her hair on the left forehead but the subsequent weaker shots
caught her cheek, her nose, her chin, missed her face and got her
tee shirt on the shoulder, and finally one valiant weak squirt
hit her full in her mouth.

She was so intent on her own enjoyment she took some moments to
realize I was standing in front of her holding my reddened cock
which had a single dribble of cum hanging from the eye. She lay
she slumped back panting and grinning and then it registered I
had shot over her. For the next thirty seconds she scanned her
face and surrounding hair like a blind person reading a face with
fingertips and made the occasional smirk of light disgust as she
felt the wet in her hair and the dribbles on her face. The taste
from the shot in the mouth hit her and she feigned a gagging
expression and then simply licked it away with a flick of her
tongue. This girl had swallowed cum countless times before so she
wasn�t fazed by the taste. Eventually she had the cum wiped off
her face with her fingers and she made a big show of licking it
from them with her tongue deliberately, and lasciviously, dancing
over her fingertips. I grinned and shook my cock and the dribble
flicked on her upper thigh and she shrieked and tried to retreat
up the chair as if to get away.

�Ooh you got me,� she giggled and wiped the slop of cum from her
leg.

She licked her fingers noisily.

�Mmm�not bad�� she said nonchalantly. �I�ve tasted better,� and
laughed as I mouthed �bitch� at her as I was tucking my cock back
in my pants.

�I missed it when you shot,� she lamented. �That was the whole
point. I wanted to see you make yourself shoot,� she wailed.

�That�s because you were all charged up to blow,� I reminded her.
�Fizzing at the bung.�

She guffawed at my imagery and then calmed her mild hysterical
cackle down to a warm chuckle. She was still naked at the waist
though now her outer leg was drawn in towards the one hooked on
the arm and I couldn�t see her cunt any more. Eventually she
stood and picked up the panties, and then the shorts as she
systematically restored her lower regions to decency once more.

�So what did you think?� I asked expectantly.

�It�s so much easier for guys,� she complained. You can do it
without really concentrating. I have to work hard at it,� she
lamented.

�But you got there,� I reminded her. �And you seemed pretty
pleased about it to,� I laughed.

�Sure did,� she agreed and giggled at her success.

***

Shane arrived later that Sunday afternoon. Seemingly over his fit
of pique at her not being able to go to the party the previous
night. They went out that night but came back and Shane stayed
the night. Gary and Kathy returned home Monday. Contact on
weekdays was out of the question. For her part Erica maintained
the appearance of indifference towards me and Gary and Kathy and
Shane were none the wiser that our relationship was anything but
cool, based on Erica�s ignoring me.



The following three weeks that I remained with Gary and Kathy saw
Erica and I confined to Saturday�s for variations on our theme we
had fashioned together. This due to Shane presence except for
Saturday�s when he had to work until four in the afternoon. From
about seven in the morning until four, Erica and I indulged in
some pretty lurid behavior. I turned her on to anal sex as an
equal to vaginal penetration and ensured her continual supply of
orgasms by eating her out which she admitted was her favorite way
to cum. We also masturbated for each other several times but she
made me go first so she could just watch me shoot. She didn�t
mind waiting with her mouth open as I attempted to flood it; just
like the bukkake shots in porn movies. Though there was a high
degree of inaccuracy and she would giggle hysterically as my cum
seemed to rake all over her face and hair as well as the intended
opened expectant mouth. After which she reciprocated by putting
on a masturbation show, and often I would keep myself hard and
shove into her as she lay exhausted by her own hand. I seldom
came so soon after my own masturbatory efforts but a couple of
times I surprised us both by cumming a second time in her warm
wet cunt. The anal sex was perhaps the reverential part of our
sex. Borne by the necessity to go carefully and slowly. We
replaced her mother�s KY about three times over, so frequent did
we enjoy sodomy. She got into it quite well and at the end of it,
frigged herself while I had her bent over a cushion on the
dressing table, so she could watch herself being buggered in the
mirror.

Gary and Kathy�s slew of long weekends finished the weekened
after I announced I had found a small serviced apartment and I
would take my leave as I felt it was time I turned their family
group back to themselves. Marilyn was due home for four days at
the same time and despite them making several pleas for me not to
go, I knew they were being kind and it was three attempts and
then �well you don�t have to go but if it�s what you want Steve��
and they stopped offering for me to stay. We had a good firm
contract on our house in Redmond and Julie was coming the first
weekend I was in the apartment, to look at houses here in
Pleasanton with me. It was the right time to leave Gary and
Kathy�s.

As for Erica and I; she visited me several times mid week, and
Saturday�s at my small apartment. I wasn�t really yet involved in
the current business operations and my new boss generously let me
skip out through the day to �take care of any necessaries with
the move� as he put it. Erica would turn up after school or late
Saturday morning, and we would have three hours of dirty rabid
sex. I usually took her at least twice; one of those in her now
pliant delicious asshole. We agreed it would end when Julie and
the boys hit town. One surprising thing she did say was she had
stopped sex with Shane following out first encounters. I asked
her why and she said she knew she would get frustrated with his
juvenile pawing and she also wanted to see how much he cared
about their relationship beyond the obvious sexual contact. She
was mildly disappointed that he took it really well. She had
confided in me she thought he�d cut and run and she was able to
graciously move on and not be the one who broke it off. But he
stayed and they were celibate with each other. On the other hand
she was touched he was not just after the sex.

Once settled in to our new house, Julie and I found we had no
more contact with Gary and Kathy than we had had when we lived in
a different state. I think they and we alike found that we had
lived apart for so many years that Gary and I were not the same
people that fraternized at college. We couldn�t turn the clock
back and there wasn�t the common ground of our interests of this
era as our past. So we met maybe once or twice a year and soon
Julie pointed out they never visited us, it was always us visit
them and they insisted we stay the night. She was a little miffed
they would not come to us, and this also ensured that we didn�t
socialize more than the minimum for niceties sake.

Now, over ten years down the track, Erica is living in San
Francisco. Gary didn�t say anything but Kathy confided to Julie
that Erica was living in a lesbian relationship with a woman at
least eight years older than she. At first I first stunned by
this news recalling her lust for male sex. But then I recall her
absolute delirium  with oral sex, and put it in context of what
she may have decided was usury by men anyway, myself included, it
wasn�t so hard to believe. Maybe it was simply a logical
excursion through sexuality for her. There are nights I wake
sweating; thinking of this probably fucked up 20-something
relating to a shrink how her father�s old college friend fucked
her repeatedly. Anally and vaginally; when she was only sixteen.
Or she confides to her butch Dyke lesbian partner who just
happens to be a man hater and she blows the whistle. Not
implausible and it gives me the shakes just thinking about the
possible outcome of such a revelation. Probably prison for me and
most likely Shane if they know where he is today. And maybe some
retrospective charges for Gary and Kathy as the bad parents
permitting Shane to have sex with her. And then the destruction
on me and Julie, as well as us and Gary and Kathy�s relationship.
I can�t turn back the clock. The Rubicon was crossed long ago and
I have this private occasional hell to contend with. On the good
nights I think of her amoral ways and the eagerness to try what I
dished up to her eager body. I see the beautiful body; the firm
breasts and taught nipples and shaved sex and slim legs. I can
close my eyes and smell her sex as I remember it under my tongue
and lips. I can hear the little girl�s giggles and sound of her
orgasm; and the little grunts of discomfort she made as I
stretched her sphincter. And the look of concentration on her
face in then mirror as I plowed her tight asshole.

My dilemma. The lurid visions of the good times balance the
paranoia of discovery which are the �now� bad times. So I�m stuck
with it. I can�t change it a bit. One thing is for certain. I am
so glad we had boys.

The End

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