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 Title: Gym Dandy to the Rescue
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Keywords: Pedo, Mg, teen, incest, teen lez
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   Cherry was in love.  She was in high school now, at the tender age of
fifteen, and she was in love with gym class.  She loved playing volleyball,
and practicing gymnastics, and when the boys and girls classes combined,
she really loved it, because she loved beating boys.  Cherry didn't like
boys her own age, she thought they were immature and silly.  She liked
older men.  And little boys.  Just not boys her age.
   Cherry's best friend, Francesca, was in her gym class.  That really
added to the fun for her, she had an ally to watch her back.  Not that she
really needed it, Cherry was nice and cool and most of the other girls
liked her.  And when the boys were there, they really liked her.  A lot. 
Cherry attracted boys, even when she didn't like them back.  She attracted
boys like honey attracts bees.
   The rest of the school day was okay, but gym was definitely the best for
her.  She just liked the physical activity.  It made her feel alive or
something.  She stood the other stuff, the classroom stuff, but she liked
gym class the most.
   The only person in gym class she wasn't crazy about was a girl named
Denise.  Cherry and Denise went way back, and it wasn't always good. 
They'd kind of been a pair, for a while, scrubbing the blackboards in
junior high, but it had turned into a contest or something, Cherry really
didn't remember the details.  It just seemed like she'd been at odds with
Denise ever since.  Crazy.  Oh, well.
   Anyway, school was positively fun for her.  That was cool.  Her home
life was okay, it had its boring times of course, but it had it special
moments, too.  Those special moments had happened less and less as she grew
up, she didn't know why, but every now and then things just clicked and
came together, and that was when she was happiest of all.  When she was in
her Dad's arms.  Every now and then, when her Mom was out shopping or with
friends, they managed to steal a few moments of togetherness, of happiness.
That made her life even more worthwhile to her.
   Her brothers, even.  Though her oldest brother Dennis had moved out, she
still found time for them, her younger brother Rex sometimes positively
begged for her attention, and it was easy to make time for him, after her
parents had gone to bed.  Rex had, for all his faults, become a fairly
skilled lover over the last three years, and she was proud of her part in
his education.  Her relationship with Dennis was a little more cerebral,
they enjoyed each others company, and she had, oddly enough, with her
parent's knowledge and approval, spent the night with him at his apartment
more than once.  They had, of course, done little else than fuck like
animals the whole time, to her satisfaction.  Dennis was one of her
favorites.  She couldn't have decided between him or her dad, if she'd had
to choose.
   Her teachers...  that got a little more complicated...  she had fucked
one of them, Mr.  Harmon, off and on for two years, until he'd taken
another job.  Another, Mr.  Dylan, was her very special friend, and she'd
fucked him for almost three years, now.  She'd even spent the weekend with
him once, in a motel room, fucking and eating ice cream and watching TV. 
Mostly fucking, though.  Another teacher came along later, Mr.  Rice, and
he was a joy to fuck, he was a science teacher, and he helped her greatly
with her grades in science.  She had her eye on the boys basketball coach,
but he was difficult for her to approach.  Her mind was working on that
one, though.  Her life was very busy, and her sex life was through the
roof. Cherry liked to fuck.  That was pretty much the long and short of it.
She'd started fucking when she was barely six years old, and now, it was
pretty much her life.  She was happiest when she was fucking.  She knew it
wasn't normal for a fifteen year old girl to fuck so much, if at all.  She
had friends who were still virgins, in fact.  But, for her, it was her
life. She liked to fuck.
   Anyway.  When she wasn't fucking, she was usually at school, and often
as not, she was in gym class.  She went there after school, and hung out
until Mr.  Muhderna ran her off.  One day, she walked in and tossed her
books down, and went looking for somebody to shoot the breeze with. 
Anybody.  To her disappointment, the only other girl, the only other
person, in fact, in the whole gym room was Denise.
   Denise just stared at her.  Cherry thought, what the hell, and started
talking with the girl, just to see if they could be civil to each other, if
not friends.  Cherry finally grabbed a basketball, and they started tossing
it back and forth, and shooting goals every now and then.
   Denise wasn't that bad, Cherry thought, she could carry on a decent
conversation, at least.  Mr.  Muhderna finally showed up, and he sat and
talked with them for a while, and finally went in his office.
   "Well, I guess I gotta go," said Denice, finally.  Cherry nodded.
   "I think I'll shower real quick," Cherry said, walking towards the
showers.  Denice followed.
   "Yeah, I probably better too," she said, and they went on in, and
stripped down, grabbed some towels, and went on into the shower.  On
impulse Cherry went the end, where the corner was, and around the corner
when anybody walking in the door couldn't see her immediately.  Denice
followed her around the corner, seemingly without thinking about it.
   Cherry stood under the water, soaping herself down, and looking at
Denise.  Denise was pretty good looking, she thought to herself, and she
had the nicest tits ever, full and globular, just fantastic.  I've got nice
tits, thought Cherry, but those...  damn...  she idly wondered what it
would take for Denise to let her touch them.
   "Denise," Cherry said, "Do my back please."
   She turned, and heard Denise giggling at she felt the other girl scrub
her back.  Denise stopped right above her butt, though.  Well, thought
Cherry, let's work on this.
   "Okay, turn around," Cherry said, and Denise turned around.  Cherry took
the washrag and washed the other girl's back, and went down to her butt. 
She washed the cheeks of Denice's ass, feeling the other girl start and
then tense up.  She wanted to go right down the middle of it, but she
didn't figure the time was right, yet.
   "Denise," Cherry said, thinking, get it out in the open, "Denise, you
ever made it with a girl?"
   Denise gave a sharp little barking laugh.  When Cherry turned, she saw
that Denice was red with embarrassment.  "No," she said.  "You?"
   "No.  But," Cherry would have gone further, but Denise interrupted.
   "Cherry.  Did you fuck Mr.  Dylan last year?"
   It was Cherry's turn to give a little laugh.  Do I want to admit this?
she thought to herself.  Do I want to tell this girl my secrets before I
know her that well?
   She finally sighed.  "Yes, Denise...  I did it with him."
   Denise smiled.  "I thought so!  Damn, girl...  you go!" She seemed
positively happy for Cherry.
   "And Mr.  Harmon," Cherry added.
   Denise's eyes grew wide.  "Jeezus!  Shit!  Shit-fire!" she said, almost
elated.  Cherry wondered if she'd suspected this for the last three years.
   "Mr.  Harmon was nice.  And hot.  I wish he was still here," Denise
said, wistfully.
   "Yeah, me too," said Cherry.
   They rinsed for a while, and just to keep things going soaped up again.
   "Denise," Cherry said, and Denise made a noise of assent.  "Denise, you
ever do a teacher?  I know you showed Mr.  Dylan your pussy once."
   Denice turned bright red again.  "Well, that was kind of an accident...
kind of...  no, Cherry, I've never done it, I'm still a virgin.  I know
that's stupid nowdays..."
   "No, Denise, don't think that.  If that's what you're comfortable with,
go with it.  Don't feel bad, though."
   "Well, I'm not really comfortable with it.  I'm ready, I'm ready for
something to happen."
   The wheels in Cherry's mind began to spin.  Dennis came to mind.  This
girl and Dennis would be perfect together, they were both the silent type,
and deep thinkers.  And their names fit, Dennis and Denice.  She would have
to work on this.
   "Denise," she said again.  "I asked you if you ever made it with a girl
for a reason."
   Denise was a good kisser, Cherry noticed that right off.  It had taken
ten minutes of sweet talking and encouragement to get her to the kissing
stage, and then she'd just melted in Cherry arms.  Their lips met, and
hadn't parted for minutes.  They were both still covered with soap, some of
it drying, they'd been out of the water for so long.  Cherry finally
dragged the other girl under a spout, and they kissed some more as water
ran down their naked bodies.
   "Cherry," Denise said, when their mouths came apart.  "Cherry, go slow
with me, please."
   Cherry wanted to do just that, but she knew they were taking a risk,
making out here in the showers.  She filled her hands with Denise's ass,
and pulled the girl to her.
   "Denise," she said, "Come to my house.  Please?"
   Denise nodded, breathless.  They rinsed, and dressed, giggling to each
other.  Cherry wasn't sure how brave Denise would be, in the end, but this
looked like fun to her.  She was anxious to get home.
   They saw Rex in the parking lot, and he drove them home.  Denise sat in
the middle, and Cherry held her hand, the one Rex couldn't see.  They got
home, he dropped them off, and they raced upstairs to Cherry's room. 
Cherry locked the door, and turned to face Denise.
   "Denise.  Anything goes.  Please?" Denise looked like a deer in the
headlights, but she slowly nodded.
   They slowly stripped, their eyes never leaving the other.  Cherry jumped
on her bed, and then turned, and beckoned to Denise with her finger. 
Denise hesitantly climbed up on the bed, and then on top of Cherry.  Their
lips locked again, as Cherry ran her hands up and down the other girl's
body.  Denise was hot, she thought, this girl is fucking hot.  I am going
to taste this, in a few minutes.  I am going to eat her like a peach.
   She finally rolled Denise over, and after a final kiss made her way down
the other girl's body.  Denise was almost panting by now, and Cherry hoped
that meant she was turned on.  She was finally where she wanted to be,
right atop Denise's little mohawk of pussy hair.  She spread Denise's legs
further, and dropped her mouth onto the sweet cunt in front of her.  Denise
tasted good, oh, thought Cherry, she tastes good.  I hope I taste that
good. Sweet Jeezus, don't let this end.
   Within a few minutes, she could tell Denise had cum.  Then another, and
another.  Cherry finally crawled back up the girl's body, and kissed her.
Denise giggled, tasting her own pussy on Cherry's face and tongue.
   "You wanna try that?" said Cherry, and Denise nodded.
   "I don't know if I can do it as good as you, but I'll try," she said.
   Cherry didn't know how, but damn...  Denise was good.  She licked all
around Cherry's cunt lips, finally tonguing her clit for a moment, and then
drove her tongue into Cherry's cunt.  God, thought Cherry, the girl has a
tongue.  Denise has a tongue like my dad has a dick.  Big and thick.  It
felt wonderful to Cherry.  Denise finally pulled out of her, and Cherry
felt her hands on Cherry's butt, lifting her up slightly.  Cherry stuck her
butt up, and Denise licked down her perineum, and even touched Cherry's
asshole with her tongue.  Not bad for a beginner, thought Cherry.  She was
happy that Denise and her had both been brave enough to bring this to
fruition.  She felt like she'd made a friend, and cleared up a
long-standing misunderstanding.
   Cherry walked Denise home, since Rex and his car was nowhere to be
found. At her door she kissed Denise, who giggled.
   "See you Monday," Cherry said, and turned and walked back home.  Rex was
still gone.  She had no idea where her mother was.  Her dad was parked in
front of the TV.
   "Dad, where's Mom?" she asked.
   "She's at some convention thing.  She'll be home at ten."
   Cherry looked at her phone.  It was barely six o'clock, now.
   "Dad," she said.  "We have four hours.  Think of something to do."
   Cherry clasped the stair railing, her body bent over.  Her Dad drove
into her body, hard, his big cock filling her cunt completely.  God, he
felt good, she thought, and every time was like the first time all over
again.  She loved fucking her Dad, he was her favorite.  He was just so
damn good at it.  She knew why her Mom loved him, he was a great fuck.  He
can do this to me, she thought, and an hour later he can fuck my Mom just
as hard.
   Cherry wanted to be in on that, bad.  She had no idea how to approach
her Mom, though.  Her mom was pretty square, and Cherry knew she'd freak
supreme if she just knew Cherry and he fucked.  All the more if Cherry
tried to get them into a threesome.  After fucking around with Denise,
though, she wanted to taste her Mom's cunt.  She wanted to push her tongue
into the cunt that she'd come into this world through.  She thought it had
some kind of symbolism to her, it meant something special.  She put her
mind to work on that one.  If I can pull that off, she thought, I can do
anything.
   Cherry finally came, a big one, as her Dad usually did for her.  She
groaned and moaned and even squealed a little, her whole body drenched in
sweat, her pussy juices dripping a little ways down her leg.  Her dad was a
good fuck.  She loved him for many reasons, and that was just another one.
   Sunday passed, Cherry did a quickie for her brother Rex, that broke the
monotony of the day up, in his own bedroom no less, with her parents
downstairs, she fucked her middle brother, hard.  Rex was no rocket
scientist, but she'd taught him well, and he had the stamina to pound her
good.  Damn good.
   Monday afternoon she walked home slowly, passing within a few blocks of
her old junior high.  On impulse she entered the silent building, and made
her was to Mr.  Dylan's room.  To her absolute surprise and shock, Mr. 
Harmon was there, wearing a suit, sitting and talking to Mr.  Dylan.  She
squealed with pure pleasure and launched herself into his arms.  Mr.  Dylan
got up, and headed for the door.  Cherry started to tell him not to leave,
but he had just gone to lock the door, and he returned.
   They spent a few minutes getting reacquainted, and catching up.  Cherry
gave him a quick rundown of her high-school life, and he told her about his
new job.
   "Cherry," said Mr.  Dylan, sitting behind his desk.  "Bill and I were
talking, and the subject of you came up.  We had more in common that we
realized."
   Cherry giggled.  She knew what he meant.  She'd fucked both of them,
that year, for almost two years, in fact.  It was funny to her that they
were just now figuring it out.
   "You are a very special young lady, young lady," said Mr.  Dylan.
   "And a very naughty girl," added Mr.  Harmon, smiling at her.
   "Isn't that what you guys like the most?" she asked them, "naughty
girls?"
   They both nodded, and made noises of assent.  Yes, that was true, guys
liked naughty girls.  She giggled some more.
   "You guys," she finally said.  "Do you think we can...  you know?  For
old times sake?"
   They were all for it, of course.  She dropped her panties to the ground,
and stuffed them into her purse.  Mr.  Dylan helped her onto his desk, and
she lay back, pulling her skirt up to expose her cunt.  Mr.  Harmon
approached her, as Mr.  Dylan stood back and pulled his cock out of his
pants.
   "Mr.  Harmon," she said, pulling her stretch shirt up.  "I got boobies
now.  Play with them." She pulled her bra down, and he did just that,
squeezing her boobs and licking her fat nipples.  She squirmed in
enjoyment, taking his head in her hands.  He finally drifted down her body
towards her pussy.
   "You'll have to pardon me, but I've just got to get a taste of this
little...  what did you call it?  A mouse?" She giggled and nodded,
surprised that he remembered.  He licked and lapped her cunt, in heaven. 
She tasted better than he remembered, even.  He'd never dreamed he'd see
her again, even, and here he was, licking her cunt.  Again.  Maybe there is
a god, he thought.  He felt her cumming beneath his tongue, her legs
sticking straight out, and her hands clenching in his hair.  He was in love
all over again.
   Mr.  Dylan gave him fifteen minutes, and he spent the time rubbing his
dick on Cherry's tits, and letting her lick it every now and then.  Mr. 
Harmon finally reluctantly pulled away from Cherry, indicating that it was
Mr.  Dylan's turn.  Mr.  Dylan did a good job, Cherry had another orgasm as
he flicked her clit with his tongue.  Mr.  Dylan finally moved aside, and
Mr.  Harmon approached her, his cock straight out.  She sighed with
pleasure as he sunk deep inside her.  This was perfect, she thought, this
was a good idea.  I gotta come by here more often.
   She walked home, almost sore.  Mr.  Harmon had fucked her hard, what
seemed like forever, and finally he quit and let Mr.  Dylan take over.  Mr.
Harmon moved to the side of the desk, and she sucked him until he finally
got to cum, filling her mouth and almost choking her.  She got the giggles
at that, and it turned into the moans as she came yet again, as Mr.  Dylan
fucked her cunt and fingered her asshole.  He went ahead and came inside
her, since no one was following him, and he filled her up, almost.  She
hadn't had this much fun in ages, she thought.  She promised herself once
again to stop by and seem Mr.  Dylan more often.
   Mr.  Harmon drove her home, and let her out.  She wanted to kiss him
goodbye, but she was afraid her Mom might be watching, wondering who he
was. She waved and he drove away.  She went into the house.
   Rex was all over her that evening, begging her, whining for a fuck. 
Jeezus, she thought, I've created a monster.  She finally placated him by
promising to come visit him that night, and she got her homework done. 
Later that night, after her parents had gone to bed, she crept into Rex's
room, and actually had an enjoyable hour or so being fucked by him.  His
cock had grown, over the last three years that she'd been intimate with
him, and she'd taught him well how to use it.  One thing she did like about
him, though, is his cock was still slender enough to take in her ass
without much grief.  She was almost insistent tonight that he butt-fuck
her, and he finally pounded her sweet ass hard as he fingered her cunt. 
She had a nice cum, and ducked into the bathroom to poop out his sperm
before she went to bed.
   Saturday passed, and it was nothing special.  She begged her Mom to get
to spend the night with Dennis, and of course her mom agreed, and she was
on her phone to Dennis, begging him also.  He agreed, readily, he had a
girlfriend, but she didn't put out like Cherry did.  Cherry spent Saturday
night playing games with the two of them, and finally the girl left, and
she had Dennis all to herself.
   "Dennis," she said, thoughtful.
   "What, baby."
   "Do you think...  when you start fucking Lisa," he snorted.  She
stopped. "What, you don't think you'll ever get to fuck her?"
   "Cherry, she'd nothing like you.  She's very...  restrained, or
something.  Maybe in another few years," he said.
   Cherry wondered why Dennis, as sexual as he seemed, would tie himself up
with somebody like Lisa.  Weird.
   "Well, anyway.  I just wondered if you thought she'd ever do a threesome
with me and you."
   "Oh god," Dennis seemed lost in thought, "that would be too much, baby.
I'm sure she wouldn't go for that now.  She'll barely let me touch her
boobs when we kiss."
   "Oh well," Cherry said, "something to think about."
   "Yeah," said Dennis, "that would be...  intense."
   That night, they wrapped up in each other's arms, and kissed, slowly,
gently.  Dennis was a good lover, Cherry thought, kind and considerate,
surprising, since he'd been a little shit just a few years ago.  Funny how
things change.
   She crawled down his body, and took his hard cock in her mouth.  He had
a nice cock, not quite as big as Dad's, but nice.  She could get the whole
thing in her mouth without choking, and she did it now, pulling him deep
into her throat, almost.  Finally, minutes later, she came back up, and let
him push into her cunt.  They fucked, slowly and gently, and Cherry felt
her orgasm build up until it burst over her.  She relaxed and came, feeling
him cum beneath her, filling her body with his seed.
   Monday sucked, as Mondays often do.  Even when you liked school, Mondays
suck.  Gym class brightened her day, Denise came up to her, smiling, and
she smiled back.  She felt like she'd really done something with Denise,
she'd proved something.  She liked Denise.  They even managed a quick kiss
in the showers, after the other girls had all left.  Cherry wanted more, of
course, but she was no idiot.  Really, when she thought about it, she was
amazed that she didn't have a reputation around the school, for putting
out. Because, hell, she put out.  Maybe it was because she only put out for
man teachers and brothers and her Dad.  She was sure if she fucked a boy
from school, word would get around in a hurry.  She'd known other girls
that had that happen.
   Tuesday was even better.  She passed Mr.  Odom, the boy's basketball
coach, in the hallways, and stopped to talk with him.  Before it was over
she had a promise of a job, well, a non-paying job, with the team, and she
thought, ah-a, that will give me access.  He was hot, the coach, young and
athletic, his body hard.  She was hungry for him.  He'd told her to stop by
his office, and that's what she did, Wednesday.
   That quick, she was sitting in his lap, giggling.  He was afraid someone
would come in the door, though, so she finally got up.  She sat in a
folding chair in front of him, giving him beaver shots, even though she was
wearing panties.  Gotta start out slow, she thought.  He seemed to just
love the shit out of her, and told her to come back the next day, and he'd
help her fill out her paperwork.  Whatever that was, she thought.
   That night, Rex was gone somewhere, and it was just her and her dad.  He
followed her into her room, and locked the door.  They fucked, on her bed,
softly and slowly, for what seemed like hours, until he got a text that her
Mom was on her way home.  He pounded her to a quick finish, and she felt
like the bottom dropped out of her stomach, she came so hard.  She liked
long slow fucks, but she liked fast hard endings, too.  Her dad was
perfect, his style fit her style totally.
   "Dad," she said, as she dressed, and he pulled his shorts back on.
   "What, darling," he replied.  He was so in love with this little girl
that he realized he would give her anything she asked.  She was his life.
He loved his wife, but this girl...  it was way beyond love.  How it hurt
him to see her grow up a little every day, knowing that someday she would
have enough of him.  She didn't seem close to that now, but he knew it was
inevitable.
   "Dad," she said, finishing getting dressed and opening the door to her
room.  They started down the stairs.  "Do you think there's any way...  I
know this is going to sound crazy, now,"
   "Go on," he said.
   "Do you think there's any way you or I can convince Mom...  to fuck
around with us?"
   He laughed.  That was the only thing left in his fantasy world.  If he
could pull that off, he could die happy.  To fuck his sexy wife and his
super-sexy little girl at the same time...  jeezus.  He probably would die,
of happiness.  But, reality intruded.
   "Cherry, baby," he sighed, "your mom is a wonderful woman, and very
sexy...  very sexual, in fact...  but I don't think she's ready for that. I
don't think she ever will be, in fact.  She has a code, or something, a
code of behavior that you and I seem to lack.  Even the boys aren't as
square as she is."
   Cherry giggled, wondering what her Dad would think if he knew she fucked
her two brothers, in addition to him.
   "I wish, Cherry," he finally said, "I wish.  That would be the sexiest
thing ever.  It would be the high point of my whole life."
   They stopped in the hallway, and kissed.  Cherry heard the front door.
They pulled away, he went into the kitchen, and she headed back upstairs,
thinking.
   Friday.  Finally.  After school Cherry hurried to coach Odom's room, and
waited for him to arrive.  She'd already pulled her panties off in the
girl's room, and placed them in her purse.  She was ready for whatever he'd
take, or give to her.  He finally showed up, and she sat across from him,
her legs spread wide.  She finally had to help her dress up a little when
he wasn't looking, and she could tell the immediate moment when he first
spied her furry little mouse.  He was talking, and he just stopped
mid-sentence, and stared.  She giggled.  Guys.  So predictable.
   She tried to keep the conversation going, but finally gave up.  Finally
he shook his head, and seemed to come back to earth.  He told her the same
things that Mr.  Harmon and Mr.  Dylan and Mr.  Rice had, about what a
special girl she was and all that, stuff she already knew, but she ate it
up.  She just giggled as he stared.
   "Coach Odom," she finally said.  "Lock the door."
   He finally shifted his gaze to her face.
   "Cherry," he said, "I haven't been a coach for that long, well, a
teacher for that long, but I do know not to just jump right into some
things.  I got something I want you to do for me, first."
   She nodded, waiting expectantly.
   "Darlin', you think about it this weekend, you think as hard as you can,
and you make sure this is what you really want.  It's a big step, and I
don't want you to feel like someday you made a mistake.  I want you to want
it, as bad as I do, if we go any further from here.  Does that make sense?"
   She sighed, and agreed with him.  Yes, she'd think about it.  She knew
he didn't know about her past experiences, he didn't know that this was no
real big deal to her, fucking around.  She'd give him what he wanted,
though, she'd think about it.  Then, maybe Monday, they could start where
they left off.  She felt, deep inside, that she'd get some pleasure out of
him before it was over.  Hell, he was a guy.  Guys were no match for her
powers.
   She left, satisfied, in spite of nothing happening.  If this is what it
takes, so be it, she thought.  She headed home.  She had other plans, too.
   Denise had asked Cherry out that evening.  Well, not a date date, but to
go running around town, cruising, with her older brother.  Cherry thought
it sounded like fun.  She really liked Denise, now, and Denise seemed to
like her.
   They picked her up, and spent a few hours cruising the strip.  Denise's
older brother was named Frank, but everybody called him Farley.  He had a
cool car, and Cherry sat in the middle, on the hump.  He had to put his arm
on her leg, in her lap almost, to shift gears, and that was kind of cool.
She liked him that much already.  And, he was a guy, a normal guy, so of
course he liked her.  She could tell he liked her a lot.  And, she thought,
he's out of high school already, he's not some goofy-ass kid my own age.
   They finally went to the park, and sat around with the other kids,
talking.  Most of the girls there were older than Cherry, but she felt
comfortable with them, she knew she could hold her own.  She finally lay
across the hood of Farley's car, her head in Denise's lap, and just plain
enjoyed herself.
   Denise leaned down.  "Cherry...  will you spend the night with me?" she
asked.
   Cherry giggled.  "Of course, darlin'," she said.  "What you got
planned?"
   "Special shit," said Denise, "involving your tongue and my pussy."
   Cherry just laughed.  She turned slightly and looked at Farley, who had
the funniest look on his face, having heard all that.  Denise had spoken in
a normal tone of voice.
   Finally Farley spoke.  "What does it take to get in on that?" he said,
and Denise and Cherry both had a fit of the giggles.
   "The initiation fee is two hundred dollars," said Denise.  "and the
paperwork in another hundred."
   Farley got out his billfold, but all he had was a twenty.  He looked
positively sad.
   "Awww, baby," said Denise, "maybe next time."
   "Do you two really make out?" said Farley, his eyes boring into Cherry.
   "Hell yeah," she said.
   "Once or twice," said Denise.
   "And some kissing, too," said Cherry.
   "Yeah, that," said Denise.
   "That is the goddam sexiest thing I've ever heard," said Farley.  "My
sister, my own little sister.  Fuck."
   Cherry met Denise's eye, and nodded at her.
   "Well, Farley," Denise said, "maybe we'll let you watch or something. 
If you buy us some ice cream."
   The ice cream was delicious.  Cherry wanted to eat ice cream out of
Denise's cunt.  That might be fun, she thought.  She filed that away for
later.
   It was close to midnight before Farley took them back to him and
Denise's house.  Cherry had called her Mom already, and told her she
wouldn't be home.  They went into the house, and upstairs to Denise's room.
Farley followed them closely.  He did not want to get left behind.  Denise
softly shut the door to her room, and clicked the lock shut.
   "Farley," Denise said, catching his eye.  "What happens in here, stays
in here.  No bragging to your friends, if you ever want it to happen again.
Got that?"
   He nodded.  She continued.
   "Farley, for the next few hours, I am not your sister.  I renounce my
sisterhood to you, until about seven o'clock tomorrow morning.  Can you do
that too?"
   "Yes," he replied.  "I am not your brother, until then.  You are on the
pill, right?"
   "Yes," Denise said, nodding.  "Well, children, let's play."
   Farley was a big goofball, but he was a good fuck, thought Cherry.  And
he had a nice dick.  Not a monster, but nice and fat.  He plunged into her
body, and pumped her to an orgasm in record time, and then another, and
then he was out of her, and into his sister.  It turned Cherry on to watch
the two of them, they kind of circled each other like sharks, and then
attacked.  He pounded Denise good, getting squeals and little yips out of
her, making both him and Cherry giggle.  Cherry wondered if they would
start fucking regularly, now that the ice had been broken.  She hoped so,
it turned her on to know that another brother/sister duo was out there,
other than herself.  Truth be known, she thought, this probably goes on a
lot more often than most people realize.
   She reminded herself to ask Denise if that was her first time.  Denise
had said she was a virgin, she thought, when they'd first played around,
and that was only a week or two ago.  She wondered if Denise had, that
casually, given her virginity up to her brother.  She certainly acted cool
about it if she had.  To go from nothing, to a threesome, her first time?
Interesting.
   They all rested for a while, and then started up again.  Farley ate
Cherry's pussy while Cherry ate Denise's, and then they switched off. 
Denise is just too much, Cherry thought, she was the sexiest thing Cherry
had laid hands on in a long time.  Cherry plunged her tongue into Denise's
sweet asshole, loving it, lapping it up.  Farley tongued her own asshole,
and she wiggled in pleasure.  He was good, this obviously wasn't his first
time.
   They finally snoozed for a while, and then all woke back up for a
early-morning fuck.  Farley fucked Denise doggy-style, and Cherry lay
between his legs, tonguing his balls, while Denise's pussy slid back and
forth on her nose.  These guys are fun, she thought, it's amazing this is
their first time together.  She wondered why they'd waited so long.  Denise
was really coming out of her shell.
   Farley drove her home, and she went back to bed, exhausted.  She got up
that night, but did nothing, and eventually crawled back in bed, to tired
to even finger herself.  The next morning, Sunday morning, she felt
recharged and hyper, and ready to take on the world.  She leapt out of bed,
brushed her teeth, and went in search of something to do.  Or someone.
   Rex was gone, his room dark.  She finally went to her parent's room, and
her Dad was gone.  Her Mom still lay in bed, half-asleep, wearing a little
night-gownish teddy thing.
   "Where's Dad," Cherry asked, crawling up on the bed.
   "Fishin'," her Mom said, yawning.  Cherry just crawled right on over,
and took her Mom's soft warm body in her arms.  Her Mom giggled, and
relaxed, and they lay like that for a while.
   "Mom," Cherry finally said, trying to thing of a way to get the ball
rolling, "Mom, I got a weird question."
   "Okay, dear," her mother said.
   "Why is it really...  uhm...  really against the law, still, to make out
with your family?  I mean, we got birth control now an' stuff, no little
three-eyed babies and such..."
   Her mom opened both her eyes, and stared at her.
   "That is a weird question," her Mom finally agreed.  "Cherry, darling, I
have no idea.  It's just not done, it's not right or proper."
   "Mom," Cherry didn't feel to guilty about white lies, "When I get old
enough, and start doing sex stuff, I wanna do it with everybody.  You, and
Dad, and Rex and Dennis...  I wanna show everybody how much I love them."
   "Goodness," her mother said.  Cherry waited breathlessly, wondering how
she'd take it.
   "Isn't that what sex really means, Mom?  That you love somebody more
than anybody in the world?"
   "Cherry...  darling," her Mom finally said, "That's something to think
about...  and I think I see where you're coming from...  but that's very
serious stuff, and it would change your relationship with the boys, with
your Dad and I, forever.  I dunno if I can explain this to you...  but it's
just not wise, darling.  It's just not done, and it's not done for a
reason."
   "Rules are silly and old-fashioned," said Cherry.  She realized that not
only was she hoping to get her Mom to thinking about this stuff, this was
really the way she felt.
   "Some rules are, darling," her mother finally said.  "But, we have rules
for a reason.  Sometimes you should follow the rules."
   Cherry wasn't sure what to say after that.  She just laid there and
hugged her Mom, until they finally both got up.  She hoped, though, that
she'd planted a seed in her Mom's mind.  That she'd got her to thinking.
   She rode her bike to Dennis's apartment that afternoon, and told him her
plans for their Mom.  He just snorted, saying about all the same things her
father had.
   "Dennis," she finally said, wanting to shock him, wanting to shut him
up. "I got something to tell you that will shock the shit out of you. 
Something that will make you positively flip your fucking lid."
   He regarded her with amusement.  Dennis loved his little sister greatly,
possibly more than anyone in the world, but he thought he knew all her
secrets already.
   "Dennis," she said, staring him in the eye.  "Dennis, dear, I've been
fucking Dad since I was nine years old.  You and Rex were not my first, not
by a long ways.  And I fucked Bo before that, too."
   He just sat and stared at her, his mouth open.  She let him.  She was
amused that he was so shocked.
   "Cherry.  You are fucking with me."
   "No, Dennis," she said, laughing.  "You know how I am.  You know how
much I gotta have it.  The last time I fucked Dad was about two weeks ago.
We still make time...  for our little private moments."
   "Goddam," said Dennis softly.  "Jeezus.  Goddam."
   "I'll trust you to keep that a secret.  I don't even want him to know
you know.  And he doesn't know I fuck you and Rex.  If he finds out it
stops.  And he doesn't know, yet, that I'm trying to figure out how to fuck
Mom."
   "Oh, jeezus," Dennis's voice had become very faint.  "Oh, sweet jeezus."
   Cherry seized on something she'd wondered about.  Now was a good time to
find out.
   "Dennis.  You like Mom?" she asked.  He nodded.  "Would you like to fuck
her?"
   "Oh, shit," his voice was almost inaudible.  "Yeah.  More than... 
anything...  I've dreamed of that for...  shit...  for years.  As long as I
dreamed about fucking you.  Longer."
   Cherry laughed.  She wasn't jealous.  She understood.  She wanted a
taste of her Mom just as bad.  It just seemed so damn impossible, though.
   "Dennis.  I'm working on it.  If she'll ever fuck me, she'll fuck you.
Give me some time."
   He nodded, lost in thought.  Twenty minutes later he'd recovered enough
to pull his dick out of his pants and chase her around his apartment.  She
finally bent over double on the back of his couch, and let him ram his hard
cock into her cunt.  Dennis was fun to fuck, she thought.  Well, Rex was
fun, too.  And Dad, Dad was just too much.  The family that fucks together,
she thought, but she couldn't think of anything that fit and rhymed with
fucks.  She wanted her Mom to be part of this, though.  She felt like her
Mom deserved it.  If she just wasn't so uptight.  She knew her Mom wasn't
uptight about sex, she'd seen her Mom and Dad fucking more than once, in
the living room after they'd thought the kids were asleep.  She just felt
like it would even things out, or something.
   Damn.  The next day was Monday, again.  How quickly Monday seems to roll
around.  She trudged off to school, determined to make something special
happen that day, to erase the stigma of Monday forever from her mind.  She
had found out Coach Odom's study hour last week, and she played hookey from
her class and looked him up.  He looked up from his desk, and his face
burst into a smile.
   She locked the door.  She sat in a chair, and regarded him.  He stared
back at her expectantly.
   "Coach Odom," she said, "I thought about what all you said last Friday.
I thought about it all weekend.  And I think I know what I want.  But I
wanna tell you some things first."
   "Okay," he said, nodding.
   "I know this is a big deal with you.  And, true, it is a big deal.  But
it's not my first big deal.  I've done shit like this before, even in
junior high.  I'm good at it, I'm a good fuck, and, like the saying goes, I
don't tell, I don't swell, and I appreciate it like hell."
   He laughed, and she thought he was relieved.  He pushed his chair back,
and came around his desk.  She stood, and they hugged.  His body felt hard,
hard and hot.  God, she thought, he is solid muscle.  This is going to be
fun.
   It was great fun.  He had a couch in his office, and he sat her down on
it, and carefully pulled her panties down her legs.  She spread her legs
wide, and he dropped to his knees, and pressed his face into her crotch. 
Oh, she thought, he's good, he went right to her clit, and she could feel
his hard tongue rubbing it.  She knew she was going to cum in a hurry.
   After she'd had a nice orgasm, he finally stood, and dropped his shorts
to the floor.  She was gratified and please at what she saw.  He had the
biggest dick she'd ever seen, as big as some of those guys on the internet.
Oh, jeezus, she thought, I have died and gone to heaven.  She reached for
him, and put her fist around his cock, at the root of it.  She put her
other hand in the middle, right up against her first hand, and then
transferred her first hand to the end, which it almost completely covered.
Cherry was a girl, and had no real conception of inches and feet and
millimeters and such nonsense, but she promised herself later to measure
than one off with a ruler.  Three hands.  His dick was three hands long. 
Jeezus.  She was in love.
   She just slid it into her mouth, and sucked hard.  He almost gagged her,
and she had to pull him out slightly.  And it was so big around, she
though, her jaws almost hurt.  This guy is wasted in a tiny high school in
podunksville, USA, she thought.  He should be in California, making a
fortune in the porno movies.  Holy shit.
   The coach knew he had an impressive cock.  He wanted to fill her mouth
up with sperm, but he wanted to actually fuck her before he came.  He knew
he'd be able to cum again, with something this sexy on the end of his cock,
but he wanted bad to fuck her before he shot that first wad.  He finally
pulled her up, and she kneeled on the couch, her arms on the back of it. 
He guided his cock to her beautiful little cunt, and spread her wide open
with it.
   Her diaphragm sucked down hard when he pulled out, and she almost gasped
for breath.  God, she thought, he's good.  He's a fucking dream.  He
pumped, slowly, building up speed, and she gasped for breath, and wriggled
on the end of his cock.  It was the best fuck Cherry ever remembered, bar
none.  If only everybody could have a cock like this, she thought.  If
only.
   He finally pounded her insistently, his thighs slapping her ass, and
with a gasping moan he finally came, shooting jizz deep inside her body. 
She gasped, too, and had another nice little orgasm.  He pulled out of her,
and she turned and grabbed his cock, pulling it into her mouth, tasting
both his semen and her juices on his cock.  That was sexy to her, too, and
she slurped and licked him clean.
   "Mr.  Odom," she said, laughing, "I love to be butt-fucked, but you
aren't gonna get to do that to me.  Sorry."
   He laughed.  "Cherry, baby, I never get to butt-fuck anybody.  It's the
only disadvantage."
   She cupped his big fat balls in her hand, and stroked his softened cock.
He had a nice, fun dick.  This was turning out to be a great Monday, she
thought.
   Cherry walked home, alone.  She was actually a little sore, after her
second go-round with the coach.  He was a beast, she thought.  A fucking
beast.  She was glad she'd tried, with him.  She knew he was probably glad,
too.  Hell, she thought, who doesn't like to fuck sweet young things like
me.  A group of boys in a car passed her slowly, some of them leaning out
the window to howl at her.  She ignored them.  Stupid bastards.  If they
only knew what I just did, she thought.  Their silly little balls would
explode.  She hit Francesca's number on her speed dialer.  She had some
stuff to tell that girl.
   The next day, Cherry asked Denise to walk home with her.  But, she
really had other plans.  They passed within a block or two of the old
junior high, and Cherry acted like she'd suddenly had an idea.  She pulled
Denise to the building, and in they went.  It was pretty deserted, but to
her great pleasure, Mr.  Dylan was in his office.  She wondered if he
stayed late hoping she'd come by.  She also wondered if he had any other
girlfriends.  No matter.
   Cherry had locked the door on their way in, so there wouldn't be any
doubt in Mr.  Dylan's mind about what was going to happen.  She looked at
Denise and giggled, it still hadn't clicked in Denise's mind, she thought.
Denise and Mr.  Dylan were sitting and talking like two old friends, which
is what they were.  Cherry waited until a moment of silence, and spoke.
   "Well, Mr.  Dylan, we had kind of hoped...  for a little entertainment,"
she said, smiling at him.  She knew he knew that she meant.  He knew
exactly what she meant.  He smiled back.  Denise was just now catching on,
and Cherry saw her begin to blush.
   "Ladies," Mr.  Dylan said, "I would love nothing more than to entertain
the two of you.  That would be very special for me."
   Fifteen minutes later, Cherry had already had a nice orgasm as Mr. 
Dylan ate her pussy, and then she watched him move on to Denise.  Denise
was on top of his desk, wriggling and squirming around as he licked between
her legs.  Mr.  Dylan already had his fat dick out, and Cherry crawled down
under his desk and took it in her mouth.  Mr.  Dylan has a nice dick, she
thought, remembering her weekend with him in the motel room.  We really
must do that again sometimes.  Things like that had gotten much easier as
she'd gotten older, and her parents didn't watch her so closely.  She
wondered if she could work one up with Denise and Mr.  Dylan both.
   Mr.  Dylan finally stood, and Cherry had to give up his dick.  He slid
into Denise, and began to stroke.  Cherry didn't mind, she thought that
since she would be last, she'd get the cum.  Mr.  Dylan always came a lot,
too.
   An hour later the girls walked home, and Cherry walked Denise on to her
house, when she gave her a goodbye kiss.  Cherry walked back home, deep in
thought.  The deal about her Mom was eating her up, she wanted it to happen
bad, she just didn't know how to bring it about.  She wondered if her Dad
and Mom drank very often, she didn't see signs of it, but she wondered if
her Dad could get her Mom drunk, if that would free up her inhibitions
enough for something to happen.  Have to ask about that, she thought.
   When the weekend rolled around, Cherry felt kind of frazzled.  Rex was
begging her for a fuck, and she figured she owed him one, it had been a
while.  Dennis had texted her several times, asking her to come spend the
weekend, and Denise had asked her also to spend the weekend.  Her Dad had
even stolen a quick kiss that Friday night, and squeezed her butt, and said
how much he missed her.  Lord, she thought.  Sometimes I'd just like a
little time to myself.  Naw, not really.  She liked being in demand.
   That Friday night, after things had died down and everybody was in bed,
she crept out of her room and down to the garage.  Rex was watching TV, and
he grinned broadly as she clicked the door locked.  He knew why she was
there.  He gave her a nice back rub, smearing lotion all over her, and
finally squeezing and grinding her ass, making her sigh and tremble with
pleasure.  They finally fucked, and he did her justice, and she went to
sleep with her arms around him.  They were both shocked to find her still
there in the morning, but it didn't matter, she didn't even figure her Mom
would freak out, if she ever found out.  But, she snuck back to her bed
before her Mom and Dad were stirring.
   She spent Saturday night at Francesca's, filling the girl in on all her
recent adventures, and catching up with her.  Francesca had a sex life
about as full as Cherry, but it was all centered around one person, one of
her neighbors.  The guy was at least twenty years older than Francesca, but
what the hell, thought Cherry, if that's what they like, so be it.  Mr. 
Dylan was at least that much older than Cherry.  She walked home Sunday
morning, still deep in thought about her mother.  She just didn't see any
way to make it happen, not at this stage.
   The school week started out well, gym class, at least, was fun.  Denise
and Cherry even kissed in the showers for a second, after everybody else
had left.  Sensibly, they didn't go any further, though.
   Lisa was history, Cherry found out, next time she talked to Dennis.  She
immediately began making plans to get him and Denise together.  This might
just work out fine, she thought.
   Wednesday night she walked Denise to Dennis's apartment, and Dennis took
them out for dinner.  He and Denise seemed to hit it off real well, to
Cherry's pleasure.  The girls promised to return Friday night, and do it
again.
   The only other memorable thing that week was pretty damn memorable. 
She'd told Francesca about her little meeting the other day with Coach
Odom, and Francesca positively would not be happy until she had a piece of
that for herself.  She had made Cherry promise to take her along on her
next get-together with him.  Cherry had told Denise about it, also, and
Denise was just as adamant to meet him.  To be fucked by him, actually. 
So, Cherry made plans.
   That Wednesday, after school, she rounded up her two friends and they
all three went to the Gym.  The coach wasn't here, but his assistant, a
senior named Adam, was.  Cherry made a joke about Adam and Odom, but the
boy didn't think it was funny.  Finally the girls just sat and waited.  The
coach showed up, and he shooed the boy away.  The girls stood, slowly.
   "Coach," Cherry said, equally slowly.
   "Yes, dear?" the coach said.  He was grinning.  He had a pretty good
idea why the girls were there, with Cherry in the lead.
   "I told my friends that you were very nice to me the other day.  They
are wondering if they could...  uhm...  experience some of your special
talents..."
   The coach just laughed.  He wanted this bad, worse than he'd wanted
anything, ever.  But he was pretty nervous.  Fuck three beautiful
sophomores?  Here, at school?  Actually, he realized, it was worth the
risk.
   "Well, ladies," he said, getting up and locking the door.  "Who's
first?"
   Cherry and Denise let Francesca be first.  Francesca was an odd girl,
very elegant, and very self-assured.  She went right to the coach and
locked her lips on his, and began unsnapping his pants.  Quickly his dick
was free, and Cherry heard Denise draw a deep breath as his semi-hard cock
flopped out.  She just smiled, amused.
   Francesca dropped to her knees, and took the monster in her mouth. 
Cherry had never seen the girl have sex, and had never joined in sex with
her, or even experimented with her.  Although, she told Francesca
everything about her own sex life.  This was a first for her.  She knew,
before the day was out, she'd get a taste of Francesca for herself.  Icing
on the cake, she thought.
   Denise had stripped off her clothes, and joined Francesca, who let the
other girl take over for a moment while she stripped.  Cherry thought, what
the hell, and stripped her own jeans and shirt and bra off.  Francesca and
Denise were licking the coach's cock, one to a side, and playing with his
big balls.  He finally had enough, and indicated for Francesca to crawl up
on his desk.  She did, and lay back, and he slid his big hard cock into her
sweet little cunt.  She sighed with pleasure, and he began fucking her in
earnest.
   Denise went around behind him, and pulled his pants and underwear down,
and began to lick his ass.  She finally spread his butt cheeks, and licked
his asshole, causing him to laugh.
   "Girl," he said, "Nobody ever done that before.  Damn."
   Cherry just shook her head.  These girls.  Francesca finally came, loud,
causing the coach to wince, and hope aloud that no one was outside the
door. Cherry and Denise giggled.  The coach let Francesca down slowly,
finally coming to a stop, and Denise helped her down from the desk, and
then crawled up herself.  The coach hadn't cum, of course not, he wasn't an
idiot, and with pleasure he pushed into his second tight pussy of the day.
Cherry didn't feel bad for Dennis, she knew that even if he and Denise hit
it off, they didn't own each other yet.
   The coach and Denise had a nice long fuck, and Cherry drew Francesca to
the couch.  Francesca was covered with sweat, but she seemed really happy,
and giggly.  Cherry finally pulled her hair away from her face, and leaned
down and kissed the smaller girl.  Francesca liked it, and Cherry slowly
reached for Francesca's tits as her tongue probed the other girl's mouth.
Within moments they were all over each other, and Cherry finally got to do
what she'd actually wanted to do a long time.  She sat Francesca on the
edge of the couch, pulled her butt out a little, and kneeled between her
legs.  Francesca tasted good, as Cherry had known she would, and she licked
and lapped to her heart's content.
   They finally heard Denise cumming hard, behind them.  After it got quiet
again, Cherry gave Francesca's cunt on last lick, and stood.  She helped
Denise down from the desk, and crawled up for her turn.
   The coach was tireless.  He was a fucking machine, she decided.  He
pounded away on her, bringing her to an orgasm quickly, and then he just
kept right on going.  She was pretty turned on before they'd started, it
didn't surprise her to have one so quickly.  She knew she'd get at least
one more before it was over.
   Somewhere in the middle of that epic fuck, Cherry raised her head
woozily, to see Francesca and Denise rolling around on the couch.  Damn,
she thought, what little fuckbots were all are.  She knew Francesca fucked
around some, but she didn't know she was so uninhibited.  Denise had sure
lost all her inhibitions in a hurry.  Cherry just smiled, and laughed to
herself.
   The coach was a hell of a fucker.  Damn, he was good.  Cherry wondered
if he had a girlfriend, or hell, even a wife.  She'd have to ask him, next
time they talked.  Well, the first time they talked at any length or depth.
All they had done so far when she came around was fuck.
   The girls all walked to Denise's house, where they all split up for
their own houses.  They were all pretty well satisfied with the afternoon.
Cherry got home and collapsed on the couch.  Rex halfheartedly tried to
start something up with her, but he got the message pretty quick that she
just wanted to be left alone.  The rest of her week passed pretty
unmemorably, that was certainly the high point.
   Dennis and Denise went out that Friday night, to Cherry's satisfaction.
She caught up with each of them on her phone, but Denise told her more than
Dennis did.  Maybe he was shy.  Anyway, Denise told her they'd fucked, and
all was well.  Cherry was pleased that Denise seemed to genuinely like him.
Cherry was already planning a threesome with the two of them.  Denise asked
Cherry if she could pretend to spend the night with her Saturday night, and
stay with him instead, and of course Cherry agreed.  Anything for a friend.
She began making complicated plans, involving the three of them.
   Her mom.  That was really what she was thinking about, most of all.  She
had to figure out a way to get some of these ideas into her mom's head. 
Still, about the only plan she saw any hope for was to get her drunk. 
Crap. Have to think on that one.
   Cherry lay on the couch in the living room, deep in thought.  Rex stood
at the door for a while, a puppy-dog look on his face, and finally she just
waved at him.  "Tonight," she said, "let me rest a while, and I'll come
down.  Okay?" He smiled, nodded, and left her in peace.  She yawned, and
looked at the time on her phone.  She'd snooze for a while, then go fuck
Rex.  Then go to bed.
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