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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

If you do not want to read of such things, or if

it is against the laws of the area you are in, then

please do not read it.

 

                            

 

Author’s Note:   Much of this story was written by Mabel herself as she described to me her unconventional relationship with her father and with her pet Rotweiler.  I have embellished some of the descriptions but the sensations and feelings she experienced are taken almost verbatim from what she wrote.

 

 

                                        Mabel’s Story

                                         Chapter One

                            

                            

                            

 

Delores and Mike Tiller were lying side by side in bed after one of their frequent lovemaking sessions.  They usually fucked at night because their fourteen-year-old daughter, Mabel, often got in bed with them late at night.

 

“Do you think we ought to be letting Mabel have her piano lesson in the afternoon, Mike?”

 

“Why not, Delores?   That way, when we get home we don’t have to listen to that stuff?  I like my evenings to be quiet.”

 

“I now Mike…but?  Like, he’s a good-looking guy and Mabel is… well… she’s fourteen now.  When I was fourteen all I thought about was…you know?”

 

“Yes.  I know.  That’s all you think about now, too.  Thank God.  But there’s no need to worry.  That guy is as queer as a three dollar bill.”

 

“Uh, maybe?   But I’m not sure?  I’ve seen the way she looks at him.  And she’s been masturbating for at least two years.  I know she wants it.”

 

The Tillers were an open-minded couple that had no sexual secrets.  Delores had been completely open with him about the pleasure she’d taken from a couple of hugely endowed pre-marital lovers but the extraordinary thickness of her husband’s cock more than compensated for it’s barely average length.  And she’d kept the dildo she’d had before she married him so together they used it to satisfy her occasional craving for that special, belly-filling penetration. 

 

“Do you really think so, dear?  I mean, she’s still a child?”

 

“Maybe a child in years but not in body.   And don’t try to kid me, Mike.  I’ve seen the way you look at her.  You’d like to fuck her!  I know you would!”

 

“My God, Delores.   I couldn’t.  She’s our daughter.  I bet you’d be some pissed off if I ever tried?”  Mike’s stubby tool swelled as he thought guiltily about fucking his adolescent offspring.  How would she react?  Would she be upset?  Had anyone popped her cherry yet?  She was definitely big enough and the idea of having her long legs wrapped around him was exciting.  She’d be tighter than Delores, too.

 

“Not really, Mike.  As long as you weren’t sneaky about it.   It’s not like you were going outside the family and cheating on me.  When you decide to do it I won’t mind.  Just make sure you don’t get her pregnant.”

 

“I don’t know, Delores?  But you’re right.  I do get some very un-fatherly feelings about her.  She’s an attractive girl.”

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While Delores and Mike were talking about her, Mabel was working off her own frustration.  It really got her hot to lie in bed and listen to her parents fucking.  She wished she could see them, too.

 

Fourteen-year-old Mabel slathered Vaseline on the handle of her mother’s whisk and then inserted the tapered handle into the mouth of her lightly furred cunt.  Would a real cock feel like this?  She pushed the handle in deeper and, with her other hand, she found her hard, little button that was just above where the whisk handle entered her body.  What would Mr. Williams, her piano teacher say if she asked him to fuck her?  He was a nice guy in a delicate sort of way. 

 

Mabel lay with her legs spread wide, her ripe, young hips undulating slightly in time with the in-out movement of the whisk handle.  Sometimes she would push it in until she got a different feeling way up inside and she wondered what it was.  Would a man’s cock go in that far?  How would it feel to have a cock inside her?  

 

And all the while that Mabel was fucking her virgin cunt with the whisk handle the middle finger of her other hand was rubbing her little cum-trigger.  She felt the tremors begin in her belly and she bit her lower lip to stifle her breathless gasp when she climaxed.

 

What would Mom and Dad think if they knew what I was doing?  I wonder if Daddy ever thinks about me that way?   Would he fuck me?  I guess I shouldn’t think about him that way but I don’t really know why.  I love him so why wouldn’t it be OK for him to fuck me?

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Dale Williams was not happy with his life.  He was twenty-six years old and all he had achieved in his life so far was to get the qualifications to teach piano.  To teach piano to young kids who were doing it only because their parents thought it was a good idea. 

 

And as if his work wasn’t bad enough, his social life was non-existent.  He was a twenty six year old male virgin.  He was too shy and timid to approach women of his own age and his love life consisted of masturbatory fantasies about fucking the adolescent girls he taught piano to.

 

Today, as he approached the house he remembered how frustrating these lessons with Mabel Tiller had become.  Frustrating but exciting.  God!  She was only a fourteen years old girl but she was lovely.  She didn’t pull away from him when he rubbed his leg along hers while they sat side by side on the piano bench.  Did she know what he was thinking?  She was a pretty girl, her freckles adding to her girlish appeal.  What would she do if he slipped his hand inside her blouse and felt one of those lovely tits?  No.  He had to stop thinking that way.  She’d probably tell her parents and at best he’d lose this job.  At worst they could report him to the authorities and he’d be in real trouble then, trying to seduce an underaged girl.

 

Mabel sat close beside her teacher wondering if he thought of her as a lover.  Could she ask him?  Mabel wore a low cut top and left the first two buttons undone.  She didn’t have her bra on either.  She knew she had nice breasts but right now she wished they were big hooters like Sally’s.  Then he wouldn’t be able to ignore them.

 

Dale reached across in front of his student to reach the keys on the far right.  His bare arm rubbed over the pliant, fleshy mound and through the light fabric of her blouse he could feel a nipple.  Was it hard and erect because of the friction from her top?  It could be that.  He could see that she wasn’t wearing a brassiere.  Was she sending him a message?  Somehow he got through the lesson that day but he had to go to the bathroom in a restaurant and relieve his frustration right after the lesson ended.  Was he being a fool?  Could he fuck her safely?  Would she let him?  Would she tell if he tried?

 

The piano teacher wasn’t the only one who needed five-fingered relief after the lesson but the other relief-seeker made a decision.  A fateful one.

 

When Dale arrived for the next lesson Mabel met him at the door.  “Hi Mr. Williams,” she said in a throaty voice as she tried to sound sexy.  He was standing in the entryway and suddenly the girl was pushing up against him.  He could feel the firm mounds of her breasts pressing into his chest and he felt her belly make a little squirming motion against his groin.  He looked down and saw her pretty face tilted up to his.

 

Oh yes, Mabel gloated as her teacher’s mouth closed over hers.  Her lips parted and admitted his thrusting tongue and her insides went liquid with arousal and triumph.  She’d been kissed before, sort of.  But not like this.  Not by a twenty six year old man.  The feel of his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth was exciting and the feel of his hard boner pushing against her belly was too, but then he broke off the kiss.

 

“We’d better get on with your lesson, Mabel.” And Dale led his student to the piano bench.  “I’m sorry I lost control like that.  Are you mad at me?”

 

“N.N.No, Mr. Williams.  I…I guess it was partly my fault.”  Mabel’s bravado had wilted, perhaps from the threatening feel of the man’s tool against her body or the aggressiveness of the tongue he’d pushed into her mouth but soon they were back to the regular lesson-play.

 

“You have lovely breasts, Mabel.  They make it difficult for me to concentrate on piano.”

 

“Hee Hee,” Mabel giggled nervously.   “Don’t you think they’re too small?”

 

“More than a handful is a waste, Mabel.”  She shivered when he put his hand right on her breast as he added, “You have wonderful legs, too,” and Dale dropped his hand to her skirt-clad thigh, noting that her legs were parted as if inviting access.   “I shouldn’t say this but they make me want to get in between them.”

 

“Oh Mr. Williams.   You’re awful,” the girl simpered with uncharacteristic coquettishness.  

 

“I bet your boyfriend likes it in there.”

 

“I don’t have a boyfriend.  I don’t like boys.  All they want to do is grab and rub and lie about what they’ve done.”

 

“I can understand why they do that, Mabel.  I want to grab you too.”   Dale placed his hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.  “You have such a beautiful body that I get ideas.  It makes me want to…” and his voice trailed away without saying what he wanted to do. 

 

But Mabel knew what he wanted to do and, apprehensive though she was, she wanted it too.  “Mom and Dad won’t be home until late, Mr. Williams.”   The girl twisted her hips towards her teacher and sort of hunched down on the bench, moving her groin closer to his hand.

 

“Uh, yeah.   I guess we ought to get this lesson over.”  Dale wasn’t sure what to think.  In some ways the girl seemed ready but in other ways she was still just a fourteen-year-old child.  He was afraid to try anything more.

 

That night Dale fucked Mabel.  He put his big cock into her juicy, young cunt and fucked her until she came and he went off.  Only it happened in two different beds separated by more than a mile.  And while he was fucking his young pupil she was fantasizing that her teacher was taking her cherry and with a vision of her hot, wet cunt being invaded by an indistinct cock she had enjoyed a marvelous orgasm.  Dale had imagined that the hand enclosing his throbbing erection was his young student’s cunt and he visualized her pretty face and firm breasts as he pumped his sperm into the tissue he had wrapped on his cock.

 

When she woke next morning Mabel had a hungry feeling in her lower belly, a sex-hungry feeling.  She stroked her pussy, found the little button, and quickly reached a climax but it wasn’t enough.  She wanted to be fucked.  She wanted her teacher to fuck her.  She wanted to feel a hot, hard cock up inside her virgin cunt.

 

Dale woke up with a raging hard on and the image of his ripe-bodied young student in his mind.  What would she do if he tried to fuck her today?  No.  He couldn’t.  It was just too dangerous.

 

Mabel was determined.  She wasn’t ignorant of what physical sex involved but she was still somewhat naïve.  Shortly before her teacher was due to arrive she showered and then, although it was not the season for it, she put on a short, flimsy sun dress that covered her long, shapely legs only to mid-thigh.  She left her clean panties and bra on the bed.  She didn’t want there to be anything to get in the way of her objective or, more accurately, in the way of her hungry sex being his objective.

 

Just the thought of his sexy, nubile student gave Dale a semi-erection as he approached her house.  Damn.  He should have jerked off this morning so he wouldn’t do something stupid.  He adjusted his trousers to hide the growing bulge in his crotch and rang the doorbell.

 

Mabel had been waiting impatiently for fifteen minutes and when the doorbell sounded she was right there.  Her young, virgin pussy was swollen and almost throbbing with desire for the unknown.

 

The fourteen-year-old girl opened the door, and then stepped back and her teacher’s semi-erection expanded to a full-blown, diamond-cutter hard on.  Reflected sunlight from the wall mirror behind his student seemed to shine right through the light fabric of her skimpy dress.  Her shapely legs were outlined almost as if she was naked and he could even make out under the silken sun dress the bulging prominence of her mons.  It was too much.

 

The girl didn’t have time to do anything at all.  Suddenly her teacher’s arms were around her, his mouth warm on the slender column of her neck and his hands moving over her back and down to the round prominence of her lush, young ass.  She felt the cool air on her bare bottom as he pulled up her dress and as his hands squeezed and caressed her bulbous ass-cheeks he dropped to his knees before her.

 

As Dale sank to his knees his face passed over the girl’s firm breast mounds and he could feel the hard projections of her swollen nipples.  He pulled up her dress and pushed his face against the soft, little bush between her legs, drawing her closer and trying to get his tongue into the pulpy, fleshy slit.

 

Mabel opened her legs wider and pushed her pelvis forward as she felt her teacher’s face between her legs.  And then she felt his hot tongue pushing at her pulsing pussy and she uttered a girlish whimper.  She felt hot, feverishly so and little electric pulses radiated out from the pleasure center between her legs.  Even if she hadn’t planned this the titillating touch of the man’s tongue on her sensitive pussy would have made her ready.

 

The young girl was like a puppet in his hands and Dale dragged her down onto the floor.  As she sprawled in open legged compliance he fumbled with his belt and quickly pushed his pants down to release his throbbing erection.  The man laid down on top of his inexperienced student and thrust blindly at the soft nest between her widespread thighs.  Oh God!  Finally!  He was going to get fucked.  Never mind that it was an innocent fourteen-year-old girl.  He was at last going to get his cock into something other than his hand.

 

The girl felt the man’s hot hardness pushing, bumping first her mons, then her thigh and, as she moved her lightly furred pelvis in an attempt to guide him to her seething, virgin cunt, she felt him hit the spot.

 

Dale hurried.  He could feel the aching pressure in his balls.  Oh God!  He had to get into her.  The sensitive tip of his tool was suddenly engulfed by an incredible, slick softness as it slipped between the girl’s fat cuntlips and for the briefest of moments it was collared in the virgin tightness of her cuntmouth.  It was more than he could stand.  He lost it.  The sperm load created by thinking about this moment suddenly surged from his balls and through his cock to spurt onto the pulpy softness of his student’s still-virgin cunt.  He stiffened, paralyzed by the hot pleasure of orgasm as successive jets of gism splattered her sodden sex.

 

The girl moaned as she felt her teacher’s hard staff find the center of her longing.  There was a stretching pressure and instinctively she tilted her pelvis, inviting penetration, seeking defloration.  The almost-in cock suddenly jumped and she felt a hot wetness and heard the man groan.

 

“Oh God, Mabel.   I’m sorry,” Dale apologized; mortified by his premature ejaculation and even more than that disappointed that he hadn’t yet been fucked.  He got up quickly, pulled up his pants and left.

 

The girl lay there, white trails of the man’s creamy gism showing on her pussy and lower belly.  What had she done wrong?  Tears flooded her eyes and she uttered a series of piteous sobs as she got slowly to her feet.  Well, at least they hadn’t done it on the carpet so it was easy to wipe up the semen tat had ended up on the floor.

 

In bed immediately after her would-be seducer left, Mabel masturbated.  Her hungry pussy was slick with the greasy wetness of the man’s ejaculation and she made herself cum three times before she went to the shower.  But she was depressed.  She wanted so much to be fucked for real, not just in fantasy.  But it couldn’t be all her fault that it hadn’t worked out, could it?  Mr. Williams was twenty-six, older than her father had been when he’d married her mother, but her piano teacher acted kind of stupid.  Inexperienced.   Maybe he’d never been fucked either?  That was kind of cool.  Maybe she would get his cherry at the same time he got hers.  Mabel started to feel better.  She’d get him back here tomorrow and make sure they finished what they’d started. 

 

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