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Title: Pussy Cat Part 2
Author: MeatBot
Keywords: teen, cons, intergen, incest
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   A teenaged girl lives with her father, who places little or no
restrictions on her behavior.
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publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this
type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author.  This is a work
of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons
under 16 in real life.
   This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising.  Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined under
law as "Weird Shit".  Do not read this story if you believe that fictional
characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place such as the USA.
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was a misprint.  If you want to sue me, I don't exist.  Sue the internet
instead.  Nobody's twisting your arm.  Leave if you don't like crap like
this.  These are just words, people.  Just words.
   Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words.  I am not an English major.  Deal with it.  This story is mostly
made up.  The site of the original Drunkfest southeast of OKC is now a
housing addition.  Sad.  There was a hundred fucking used rubbers on the
ground, last time I went out there.  If you don't like this shit, read
something else.  Don't bitch at me.  You have been warned.
   This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.
   This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.
   Part Two :
   --==+==-
   Things were going pretty well.  My daddy fucked me every night, without
fail.  I wouldn't miss it for the world, and I could tell he wouldn't
either.  We fucked like crazy mad newlyweds.  For an old fart, his dick was
hard more often than it was not.  I knew that was mostly me, I was turnin'
him on that much.  I was blowing his mind, really, that wasn't hard to
tell. I wondered how long he'd dreamed of fucking me.  I hoped he was happy
he was getting what the wanted.  I think he was.
   For me, I think the sheer wickedness of fucking him was part of what
turned me on so much.  I mean, my dad, my fucking dad.  I was fucking my
dad.  I knew what most people would think of that.  Carla shook her head at
me, and said I was "depraved", but I know that she was jealous, too.  As
she should be, dammit.  I was having a really great time.
   We fucked religiously every night when we went to bed.  We usually
fucked every morning, before he went to work, kind of a quickie, then,
though.  Sometimes during the evening we fucked, when TV was slow. 
Saturday morning was the funnest, we just laid in bed and fucked, then we
got up to pee, then we went back to bed and fucked again.  It was great
fun. I felt, for the first time since I'd started having sex, totally
satisfied.
   Although...  I did have to make time for Alvin.  And I did, one evening
my dad and I fucked, then Alvin came over, he spent the night with me and
we fucked, and then my dad and I fucked when he left that morning.  I was
completely fucked.  And I loved it.
   --==+==-
   The next Friday night was crazy.  We headed out the highway, for the
Drunkfest.  All we had was one six-pack, but we hoped that other folks
would bring more.  We were barely on the highway when Alvin reached over
and started playing with my pussy.  He did this for one reason, because I'd
worn a skirt.  He loved seeing me in skirts, for some reason it really
turned him on.  I finally scooted back in the seat and pulled my panties
down, and kicked them off.
   Terry was in the back seat, and I knew we wouldn't bother him, anything
we did.  Hell, I could get away with murder, with him.  He loved me bad. 
So bad it showed.
   "Baby..." Alvin said.
   "What?" I said.
   "Take the wheel." I did, and I steered while he wrestled around and
unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out the zipperhole.  I giggled.  He
was pretty hard already, and he looked kinda goofy, sitting there driving a
car with his dick out.  He scooted his seat way back, and I could tell he
could barely reach the pedals, now.
   "Sit in my lap, darlin'," he said.  "Let's fuck!"
   Oh shit.  I thought about what my dad said about being careful.  This
wasn't exactly being careful.
   "Shit, you dangerous motherfucker," said Terry.  "Stop, and we'll trade
spots, and I'll drive while you guys fuck.  Can't you just wait 'til we get
there?"
   "It's not about that," said Alvin, as I carefully crawled over into his
lap, trying not to hit the steering wheel.  "It's the thrill of doing it.
The thrill of doing something dangerous."
   "Shit, just don't crash and kill us.  Especially don't kill me.  Me and
Cat.  I don't wanna die for a fuck." said Terry.  He sat up, in the middle,
where he could look over the seat and see what we were doing.
   I finally got all situated, and got my legs down beside Alvin's.  This
might actually work, I thought.  I could feel his hard cock poking me in
the back, and I finally raised up and felt underneath him for it.  His arms
were around me, grasping the steering wheel.  We'd managed to pretty much
stay on the road, that whole time, even though he had to look under my arm
for a while.
   I finally sat back, and felt his hard cock slide into my oozing cunt. 
It felt good.  Alvin always felt great.  I sat up and back, up and back,
and felt him sliding into and out of me.  It felt good.
   "Are you in?" asked Terry politely, and I laughed and nodded.  He
watched with interest as I fucked Alvin, and Alvin drove.  All to soon,
dammit, we arrived at the Drunkfest.  We pulled in under the trees, among a
bunch of other cars.  Alvin killed the engine, and I was still fucking away
at him.  I felt close to cumming, at least.
   "Alvin..." I said.  "Don't...  cum...  save it...  but let...  me
cum..."
   He laughed at me.  Terry finally got out, and get the beer, and headed
towards the crowd.  I saw Carla heading our way, and waved at her when she
got even with the window.
   "What you doin', girl?" she asked.
   "I'm gettin' fucked.  Hang on a minute, 'til I cum," I said.  She
laughed.
   "You startin' early.  The fuckin' don't start for another hour.  We
gotta ride the bull, girl..."
   About that time I started cumming for real.  It was a good one, I moaned
and shit, and Alvin and Carla laughed at me.  Carla leaned in the window
and we kissed for a while.
   Finally I was done.  Carla opened the door and I crawled out, weak in
the knees.  We joined the crowd, and Alvin was pleased to see stacks and
stacks of six-packs.  We all got pretty hammered, that night.
   I could see a big truck over by an oil well, and some guys working at
it. Luckily, they seemed inclined to leave us alone, so far.  The evening
progressed, and Carla and I rode the bull again, and made out again.  The
new guys loved it.  So did the old guys, of course.  Terry was watching me
pretty closely, I figured he wanted to be near me when the fucking started.
I wondered if I should tell him to mix with the crowd, and maybe he could
get a girlfriend of his own.
   I figured it was about time for the fucking to start.  Sure enough, a
girl and two guys paired off, and went a little ways into the trees, and
started going after it.
   About that time a pickup drove up.  It was the oilfield guys.  Shit. 
Now we're in for it, I thought.  There was three guys in front, and two in
the back.  And they all looked like bruisers, tough motherfuckers.  Dirty,
and tough.
   "What you kids doin'," the man driving said, stopping the truck. 
Everybody was silent.  I think the guys were kinda intimidated by the men.
   "Just drinkin' some beer," I finally said.  "Drinkin', and fuckin'."
   The man kinda coughed and laughed at that.  I pointed over to the
threesome, fucking away in the trees.  They still hadn't even noticed
something was going on.  The girl was in the middle, with a guy at each
end.
   "You kid's ain't old enough to be drinkin'," the man said, opening his
door.  "Or fuckin'.  We gonna have to confiscate this beer."
   The men in the back of the truck jumped out.  I just started laughing. I
knew what they wanted.
   "Alvin," I said, "Throw these guys a beer."
   --==+==-
   Before long the party had really started.  The oilfield guys got pretty
hammered, too.  They'd kinda broke up the fucking, well, it really hadn't
started properly yet.  The oilfield guys all had to ride the bronc, and
they were brutal to each other.  They shook the ropes harder than shit, and
threw each other in the dirt every time.  They got loud and rowdy, and
everybody had a good time.
   "Alvin," we were standing in the middle of the madness, holding each
other in our arms.  I liked Alvin.  I felt comfortable with him.  And I
knew he liked me.  And, he was very forgiving of my...  proclivities.  He
knew I liked to fuck around.  I'd even told him about fucking my dad.  I
hadn't yet told him we fucked every night, madly...  but he knew we'd done
it once, at least.
   "Alvin," I said.  "Will you be upset...  if I fuck some of these guys?"
   "No, darlin'..." he said.  "Just give me my fair share.  You're your own
girl, girl..."
   "I know," I reached up and kissed him.  "Thanks, darlin', thanks for
bein' so sweet."
   We just stood like that, holding each other.  Finally I saw a couple
head towards the woods.  They stopped before they got there, and settled in
the grass, missionary style.  The oilfield guys were all watching, and I
know they were wondering what the chances were that they'd get fucked, too.
   "Alvin.  Find Terry," I said.
   --==+==-
   We fucked for a good long time.  I finally saw a girl pick one of the
oilfield guys out, the young one, and take him.  As he slid into her cunt,
she motioned to another one, and he joined them, and she took his cock in
her mouth.  I admired her for being the first.
   Terry was pumping away at my cunt, and Alvin was in my mouth.  Alvin
finally got to cum, and cum he did.  I swallowed and swallowed.  They
changed positions, and I sucked Terry.  Alvin was pretty soft, but still
hard enough to get it in.  Terry lasted little while, and finally he came,
as good as Alvin had.  The boys finally stood up, and I just rested there,
on my hands and knees.  There were two of the oilfield guys still drinking
beer and watching their buddies get fucked.  I finally caught one of them's
eye, and motioned him over.  When the other one saw him walking towards me,
I motioned for him to come over, too.
   They stood before me.  Alvin and Terry had gone a little ways off, I
guess to give me some privacy.  Like that was gonna happen.  I looked at
the two guys.  They were pretty dirty, they had mud and black oily shit on
them.  I didn't really care, though.
   "Gentlemen," I said.  "Just one rule.  Don't cum in my cunt, cum in my
mouth, please.  Okay?"
   They both nodded fervently.  I knew I was making their wettest dream
come true.  I knew I looked good, and fucking hot.  I knew they were gonna
remember this a long time.  Beer...  beer, and pussy.
   They both pulled their cocks out, and I was pleased.  What are the
chances, I thought.  One of them, the old fart, was truly a monster.  I
motioned him to my front, and the other guy to my ass.  Here we go, I
thought.  Here we fuckin' go.
   --==+==-
   It was very satisfying.  I loved the feeling of strange cocks in my
mouth.  The big guy felt good, good and giant.  He almost choked me a time
or two.  I'd never had one, that big.  The other guy fucked away at my
cunt, steady and solid.  I came, hard, better than I'd came when Alvin
fucked me.  I think I was really turned on by what I was doing.  My world
narrowed down to just the two guys fucking me.  I didn't even notice all
the fucking going on around me.
   They finally switched spots, and the kid that had been fucking me got to
cum in my mouth.  He came a good amount, I was surprised.  I love the taste
and feel of cum on my tongue.  His tasted sweet, almost.  The big guy felt
great in my cunt.  I don't care what they say.  Size matters.  He felt
good, and I came again.  I finally turned over my shoulder, after I'd
dropped the kid's cock out of my mouth.
   "Dude," I said, and he raised his eyebrows at me.  "You can cum wherever
you like.  Pussy or mouth.  You decide."
   He nodded, and just kept on fucking me.  He was a fucking machine.  I
envied his wife or girlfriend.  He fucked and fucked, god, for how long I
have no idea.  It felt like an hour.  I came at least twice while he fucked
me.  Finally he slowed, and pulled out, and then walked around on his knees
to my front.  I took his cock in my mouth, tasting my juices on it.  Damn,
I thought, like I always do, damn, I taste good.  No wonder these guys like
it so much.
   I finally looked around a bit.  Carla was fucking one of the oil guys,
and had a kid I went to school with in her mouth.  I caught her eye, and
grinned at her as best I could, with a dick in my mouth.  We laughed.
   The guy I was blowing unloaded what felt like a gallon of sperm into my
mouth.  I almost gagged, there was so much.  He had nice fat balls, I could
see why.  I held his balls as he came.  I was in love.  Not really with
him, but with his dick.  Lucky bastard.  Lucky bitch, whoever she was.
   Finally everything settled down a bit.  The guys all finished the last
of the beer, and the oil guys crawled back in their truck.  I ran up to it
and kissed Mr.  big-dick on the mouth.  He didn't mind my spermy breath at
all.  They drove off, waving.  Yeah, I thought...  they'll probably be here
again, one Friday night...  if not next.
   --==+==-
   Alvin had to work Saturday, as usual, so after he left I took a quick
shower, to wash his and everybody else's cum out of my pussy.  I crawled in
bed with my dad, and woke him up.
   "Daddy..." I said.  He laughed.  He was getting pretty used to this.
   "We had fun last night," I said.  "We drank lots of beer, and some guys
were there working on an oil well.  They drank with us, and in the end some
of the girls fucked them."
   He just laughed.  I wondered if he wondered if I'd been one of those
girls.  He didn't care, like Alvin, he was getting his fair share, too.
   He rolled me over and hugged me tightly.  His mouth finally met mine. 
We kissed and kissed, and I felt his hands all over my body.
   "Wanda's coming, tonight," he finally said.  "Don't wear me out too
much, darlin'..."
   I laughed.  So far, he'd seemed to keep up with the both of us.  I had
fucked him every night, so far, since that afternoon at the garage.  And,
like I'd told him, it'd just made our love for each other stronger.  I knew
he was eaten up with love for me, bad.  I could tell.  And I loved him.
   He finally laid me down, and slid his hard cock into my body.  Damn, he
felt as good as that big-dicked dude.  My dad was a good fuck-buddy.  He
really knew how to use his dick to it's greatest capacity.  He was good.
   I came hard, and came again.  We fucked and fucked, and finally he
pulled out of me and got up, and headed for the shower.  I crowded in with
him, and he got down on his knees like he did every morning and let me pee
in his face.  Shit, guys and their crazy pee obsession.  It turned me on
every time, though.  We managed to get our showers done with all the
fucking around, and I finally went to my room and dressed.
   --==+==-
   Carla showed up, and we went to the mall.  We wasted the afternoon
sitting around her room, and doing our nails and shit.  I finally held her
down and tickled her until she peed a little, which turned me on for some
reason.  In a minute we were both naked, our mouths glued to each other's
cunts.  How many times, I thought, how many times can I cum in twenty-four
hours?  I was hoping so set some kind of record.
   --==+==-
   Carla took me back to my house, and I got ready for Saturday night.  I
didn't have any plans, I hadn't heard from Alvin since we went to work that
morning.  Like I said, we didn't own each other.  Finally I got a call from
Carla.  She was bored.  Come over, I said.
   About that time my dad showed up.  Come on, he said, let's go to the
garage.  Darrell's gonna be there, with a new car to work on.  I told him
to wait until Carla got here, so we did.  She finally showed up, and we all
piled into my dad's pickup, and off we went.
   There was a pretty good crowd at the garage, Rex and Bill were there,
and my dad's friend Darrell, and his son, who was maybe sixteen or so.  I
actually knew him slightly from school, and we nodded at each other.  Shit,
I thought...  there's a kid here...  no fucking tonight.  I'd halfway
wanted Carla there, because I thought maybe things'd heat up a little bit.
Well, we'll see.
   We sat around and talked, and the guys drank beer.  Finally I finagled a
beer for Carla and me, and Darrell gave his kid one, too.  I got silly and
tipsy from just one stupid beer.
   "Heard some excitement went on last weekend, here..." said Darrell,
looking at me and laughing.  Shit, I thought, well, he must not care if his
kid hears shit like this or not, if he brings it up.
   "Just a little..." I said, pretending to be embarrassed.  I knew that
was charming, to guys.
   "Bill's done nothing but talk about you, for the last week.  And Rex
hasn't been able to keep his mouth shut, either."
   "Fuck you," growled Rex.  "You're just jealous you weren't here."
   "Hell yeah," said Darrell, looking at me and winking.
   "Darrell," I said.  His kid's name was Ben, I knew that much.
   "What?" he said.
   "Is Ben still a virgin?" I asked, watching the poor boy.  He turned red,
as I'd guessed he would.
   "Heh..." Darrell kind of laughed.  I think it embarrassed him slightly,
too.  "I dunno.  Why don't you ask him?"
   "Ben...  are you?" I said, looking at the poor kid.
   "Yeah..." I could tell he wasn't proud of that admission.
   "Hey," I said.  "Don't feel bad, there's nothing wrong with it."
   "Yeah, so you say," Ben said, laughing slightly.
   "Yeah, so I say." I said.  "Anyway, you wanna do it?  Right here, right
now?  Want me to pop your cherry?"
   He just stared at me.  I could tell he wanted to, bad, but he was still
a bit embarrassed.  I poured it on.
   "Maybe Carla'd let you have a turn, too..." I said, and she laughed. 
"Hell yeah," she said, "why not?"
   He looked at his dad.  His dad made this
I'm-not-havin'-nothin'-to-do-with-it motion, and I giggled.  I said, "Only
thing is, Ben, you gotta do it here, in front of everbody.  That's just the
way I operate."
   "Uhm..." he finally said, gathering his courage, "sure!"
   --==+==-
   I was wearing a skirt and blouse, and I unbuttoned my blouse, and pulled
my bra off through the armholes in that way that seems to blow guys minds.
All the guys were silent now, watching me.  Carla was giggling.
   "Come on, baby," I said to her.  We went over to the new car.  It was a
full-sized, with a pretty high hood.  I figured the guys wouldn't have to
bend down any, to be at pussy-height.  I motioned Carla over to the far
side of the hood, above the wheel well, and I took the near side.  We
draped ourselves across the hood, after Carla yanked her shorts off.  She
pulled out her tits, too, I was pleased to see.  She has nice tits, as nice
as mine.  I reached across the hood, and took her hands in mine.
   "Who's first!?" Carla said loudly, as I motioned Ben to come to me.  He
did, slowly, still kind of shy, I think.
   "Get your cock out, honey," I said, when he stood behind me.  I spread
my legs apart, so he could see my cunt.  I felt him wrestling around with
his jeans behind me, touching me occasionally.
   "Just stick it in when you're ready," I told him.
   "Catherine..." he said, and I nodded at him, as best I could, my head
turned all the way around.
   "Can I...  can I taste you?" he asked.  I laughed and said sure.  I felt
him lean down, then, his hands on the backs of my thighs.  I reached back
and spread my ass apart, hoping he'd get the hint, and give my asshole some
attention, too, along with my cunt.  He ate me well for a first-timer, and
finally I pushed him away and rolled over so he could eat me proper.  He
gobbled and scraped my cunt and clit with his teeth, and I came, pretty
quick.  I looked out at the crowd, the guys, including my dad, we waiting
patiently for their turn.
   Once again, the door slammed, and a guys said, "Holy shit!" It was the
UPS guy, looking cute in his little shorts, holding a box.  I just laughed
at the look on his face.
   "Get in line," I said, "I'll let you go next because you have a route."
   He gulped, and approached us.  Ben was still licking my cunt.  I rolled
back over, and let him lick my asshole for a while.  I love having my
asshole licked, and I spread my butt cheeks wide so he could get in there.
Finally I felt him rise from my ass.
   I knew his cock was out, I'd seen it when I turned over.  I finally felt
it bumping around down there.  I reached back and guided it in, and he
finally slid into me.  Damn...  even an average cock feels pretty good,
when it enters your body...  I sighed, and let him start pounding.
   He was gonna cum pretty quick, as I figured he would.  He finally said
something, and I slid off the car, and dropped to the ground, and took his
cock in my mouth.  I sucked hard, and he quickly came, and I let him have
his fun.  I had been getting close myself.  Maybe the UPS guy could do it
for me.
   The UPS guy already had his cock out when Ben stepped to the side.  He
didn't want to fool around, he just wanted to fuck.  He fucked me very
well, and about that time I heard Carla cumming on the other side of the
hood.  I tried to reach her to kiss her, but all we could do is hold hands.
I let the UPS pound away on my ass, and finally had a nice orgasm of my
own.
   --==+==-
   The rest of that afternoon just kind of passed in a blur.  I think every
guy there, including my dad, had a turn at my ass.  Mine, and Carla's.  We
were finally both just worn out, from cumming to much.  I just lay on the
car hood, finally, hardly moving when somebody, I don't even know who,
pushed their dick into my body.
   "Whoever you are," I said, "you can cum in my cunt.  I'm to tired to
suck anymore."
   It was Rex.  He laughed, and pumped away, finally grabbing the sides of
my ass and groaning loudly.  He pumped me full of his cum.  My belly was
full of the shit, I'd sucked off four guys, at least...  maybe five.  I
knew Carla'd gotten a few, too.  Ben even managed to get hard again, or
maybe he never went down, dunno.  Anyway, he fucked me again, and fucked me
well.  It was a hell of an afternoon, all in all.
   --==+==-
   "Oh shit," my dad groaned, as the three of us drove home.
   "What?" I asked.
   "I still gotta fuck Wanda, tonight.  She keeps calling me, asking when
she can come over."
   "Shit, daddy..." I said, "send her over.  Carla and I'll take care of
her for you."
   "Shit, you horny little bitches," my dad said.  "Don't you ever get
enough?"
   "Nope," I said simply, telling him the truth.  Goddam, I thought, I've
just been fucked by six or seven guys, and I'm already horny again.  Shit
fuck.  What is it with me?
   --==+==-
   Wanda showed up a little after seven, wearing a little skirt and blouse.
She looked fine.  She looked sexy, I thought.  Well, why not, she was
coming over here with ever idea of getting fucked.  Why not.
   The four of us sat around the living room and talked, and Wanda and my
dad sipped wine.  My dad finally pretended he got a text, and looked at his
phone.  "Shit," he said, "I have to go help my friends start a car.  I'll
be right back."
   I laughed.  What an actor he was.  He left, and Carla and talked to
Wanda for a while.
   Finally I said, "Wanda...  I told Carla what we did, the other night...
she was very, uhm...  very interested..."
   "Oh dear," said Wanda, laughing, and managing to look embarrassed at the
same time.
   "Yes, it sounded like fun..." said Carla, almost wistfully.  "I've
always wondered..."
   "Wanda..." I said, "can we?  Please?  Would you?"
   Wanda sighed dramatically.  "Well, if it means that much to you girls, I
guess I could spare a little...  time..."
   I got up and locked the door.  "We can hear daddy, when he comes back.
And I'll text him and tell him to text me right before he gets back, so he
can get me something to eat.  Will that work?"
   "I guess," said Wanda, still laughing.
   "Well," I said.  "Shall we go to my bedroom?"
   Wanda was very sweet and considerate with Carla, whom she thought was
having her very first lezzie experience.  She slowly undressed the girl,
kissing and caressing her.  It was very sexual for me to just watch, even.
Wanda was good.  I finally crawled up on the bed with them, and ground my
face into Carla's cunt while Wanda and her kissed.  Wanda said "goodness,"
at that, but I just giggled.  Carla started moaning and writhing around,
and I think most of it was real.  I finally moved as Wanda drifted down her
body, and as Wanda licked Carla's pussy, I laid on my back between Wanda's
legs, and began to lick her sweet cunt.
   --==+==-
   Wanda just couldn't stand it.  She had to admit to my dad what we'd
done. As soon as he got home almost, she let it spill out.  He was, of
course, very considerate and understanding, and just nodded his head and
smiled.  He told Wanda that of course it was okay by him, and it kind of
turned him on a little, even.  Carla and I just sat on the couch and
giggled.
   Later, Sunday afternoon, my dad and I talked a little more, and he told
me some very interesting things that Wanda had told me.  She'd said that
although she loved him very much and fucking him was way good enough for
her, she'd love to have a turn with a young stud, just for the fun of it.
My dad had laughed, and said he'd see what could be done.  He approached me
with the idea, and right away I had ideas of my own.
   "Do you think Ben would do it?" he said, and I nodded.
   "Probably, but I got a better idea.  Let me call Alvin and Terry up."
   "Who is Terry?" he asked, and I explained to him, that it was one of my
secret admirers.  Ah, he said, nodding.  See what you can do.
   I got on text right away to Alvin, and told him that my dad's girlfriend
wanted to be fucked by a cool, hip youngster.  Of course he was interested.
He hunted for Terry.  I got back with my dad and found out Wanda was coming
over again, that night.  Good.  I could make this work.
   "Daddy," I said, "I'm sorry, but I think you'll be shut out.  This is a
ladies night out thing.  But you'll have Wanda later tonight, and of course
you'll have me forever."
   He just laughed.  He understood.  It kind of sucked that he and I
couldn't fuck in front of Wanda, but I understood.  That was powerful magic
to most people, people who didn't know how much two people could love each
other.
   --==+==-
   Wanda came over that night, and I had a hard time getting her used to
the idea.  She was horrified that my dad had told her, and she was gonna
kick his ass until I convinced her that it was okay.  She still wasn't too
sure about underage kids fucking around, I think.  She never actually said
yes, but she finally seemed to come to grips with the idea of two teenaged
boys coming over with the intention of fucking her.  She had to go talk to
my dad then, and make sure he wasn't offended, and he had an equally hard
time convincing her that he didn't care, and it'd probably turn him on when
he got to hear all the details.  We finally sat on the couch and waited on
the boys.
   Alvin and Terry finally slunk in, like they were embarrassed or
something.  Like they were gonna fuck their own mother or something.  Then
again, I can't really say that, I fuck my own dad.  We all sat around on
the couch and talked a while, and finally I gravitated closer and closer to
Wanda.  I kind of wished Carla was still there, to help me get things
started, but I managed.  I finally held Wanda, and kissed her, and I could
tell the boys were gettin' hot and bothered watching us.
   "Get you cocks out," I hissed at them, inbetween kisses.  They were
embarrassed all over again, but slowly did it.  Wanda watched, while
kissing me, her eyes rolling around in her head.  I giggled.  The boys
didn't take their pants off, they just pulled their dicks and balls out. 
It looked pretty sexy.
   "Wanda," I said.  "You take one, I'll take the other..."
   She looked puzzled, and a little panic stricken.  I motioned to Terry.
He came towards me, and I reached for him.  I slurped his cock into my
mouth, grinning at Wanda.  She hesitantly reached for Alvin, as he stood in
front of her.  Ah, I thought, this is cool.  Sucking cock with my old pal
Wanda.  I hoped this was doing it for her.
   An hour later Alvin was wailing away on her pussy as Terry fucked me. 
The boys performed well, Alvin brought her to a screaming orgasm, then
Terry stepped in.  Alvin made me cum nicely, and I let him cum, then,
pumping my cunt full of his seed.  Terry and Wanda finally finished, and I
was amused to see them cuddling.  So Alvin and I cuddled a bit.  I finally
texted my dad, who was at the garage, and told him it was safe to come
home.
   Wanda met him at the door, and they hurried off to his bedroom.  I
figured she'd do whatever he wanted, now that she'd got what she wanted. 
Terry spent the night with us, the three of us crowded in my bed, me in the
middle.  In the middle of the night I felt Terry's finger in my cunt, and
he rubbed and stroked my clit until I had a nice cum.  Alvin never woke up.
It was sexy for some reason, and I played with his cock a while.  This was
working out nicely, I thought.
   --==+==-
   Later that week, I walked to the mall.  I was bored.  I walked around
and looked at all the shit I couldn't afford, and that sucked, too. 
Finally I ended up at the food court.  I got a few tacos, and I was sitting
there eating them when I looked up.  Right in front of me, maybe twenty
feet away, there sat this old fart.  He was maybe in his forties, fifties,
I dunno.  He wasn't in bad shape, maybe a little belly on him, and pretty
thin in the hair department.  Getting old must suck big time, I thought.
   He was eating an ice cream cone, and staring at me.  He licked it,
sticking his tongue out way long, and licking slowly.  I knew instantly
what he was thinking of, he was thinking of eating pussy.  Mine, probably,
since he was staring at me.  I grinned at him.  The old perv.  I was almost
surprised he had he nerve to do it, what with all the shit nowdays about
sexual harassment, and shit.  Crazy.  I watched him lick the cone down, and
I realized it was kind of making me horny.  He finally crunched the shell,
and finished it.
   When he stood up, he looked at me one last time.  I made the "come here"
signal at him with my finger, and he warily looked around, and then slowly
approached.
   "You did that well," I said, and he kind of laughed.  I could tell he
was a little suspicious of me, in spite of what he'd done.
   "If you wanna do that for real," I said, "follow me."
   I stood up, and grabbed my drink.  He just stared at me.  I figured I
was either blowing his mind, or making his dreams come true.  Maybe both.
   We walked back out into the mall.  He followed me about two steps behind
me.  I knew I looked good, I was wearing a little skirt, and a shirt on
top. And some cute little boots.  My hair was in pigtails, which I like for
some reason, and I know that makes me look way younger than I am.
   Speaking of age.  About that time I heard him speak, for the first time.
"How old are you, darlin'," he asked.
   "Thirteen," I said, lying a little bit.  I knew I could pass for
thirteen easy, though.  It's hard to tell, nowdays.
   "Where's your mother?" he asked, and I laughed.
   "My momma's dead and gone," I said.  "My dad's at work.  I'm here by
myself."
   That's what he wanted to hear, I'm sure.  He just followed me.  I was
going to a department store, and look for some dressing rooms, but as we
walked I saw something else that gave me an idea.
   It was a movie theater.  I went up to the ticket counter, and turned to
him.  "Buy two tickets," I said.  He raised his eyebrows at me, but he got
out his billfold and bought two tickets for one of the two movies showing
there.  We went in.  The movie was already going, and it was darker than
shit in there.  I walked all the way down to the front, to the very first
row.  Then I walked all the way to the wall, and sat.  He sat beside me.
   I sat, and reached down, and pulled my panties off, having to sit up
slightly to do it.  I handed them to him, I knew he'd want them.  Hell, he
was a pervert.  Perverts love panties.  I sat back, and then turned
sideways, facing him, my left leg up in the seat.  I pulled my skirt up,
and exposed my pussy to him.  He stared down with eager eyes, and I could
tell he was in love with me.
   "Watch the screen," I whispered.  "Just use your fingers, until the next
movie starts."
   He understood, and he watched the screen while he played with my pussy
with one hand.  He rubbed my clit, and finally stuck his thumb in my cunt.
He slouched lower and lower in the seat, I guess he thought the people
behind us couldn't see what he was doing that way.  The way I was sitting,
I could watch the aisle, and let him know if anyone came to our row.  It
worked out pretty good.
   He played with my pussy for thirty minutes or so, until the movie ended
and everybody filed out.  Then we had another fifteen minutes to kill,
until the movie started again.  A few people filed in, but nobody came down
front.  Good.  He just rubbed and played, and I finally sat up some so he
could finger my asshole.
   He was slouched way down when the movie finally started, so much that
the people behind us probably couldn't even see his head.  He finally slid
of into the sticky floor, and turned around to face me.  I sat back up in
the chair, still watching the aisle, and scooted my butt a little off the
front of the chair.  I felt his hot breath on my cunt, and he came closer
and closer.  I could tell he was smelling me.  I knew I smelled great, I
always do.  Plus, I hadn't had a bath last night or this morning, I knew I
had a definite smell to me.  A definite pussy smell.
   Finally, his tongue touched my clit.  Perfect, I growled to myself. 
Right on target.  I spread my pussy with my fingers, and let him lick.  He
was good.  I could tell real quick he was good.
   The movie was almost two hours long.  I still had my drink from the taco
place, and I gave him a drink every now and then, he got so dry from
licking me.  I came again and again, I always cum when people lick me, and
the excitement of what we were doing really turned me on.  I knew I was
turning him on like crazy.
   Finally, when the movie was about to the spot where we came in, I pushed
him away, and motioned him to get up in the seat.  I leaned over to him,
and whispered, "Get your cock out." He did, and I could see it in the
flickering light from the screen.  I waited until a dark moment in the
film, and slid into the floor.  Shit.  My knees stuck to the floor, that
sucked.  Well, whatever.  I leaned over him, and took his rock-hard cock in
my mouth.
   I blew him for twenty minutes, until the credits started.  He kept
looking over his shoulder, making sure people were going out, and not in. I
knew the clean-up guy would be along shortly.  Shit, hurry up, I thought.
   I guess he realized that, because he finally gave a jerk, and came.  He
pumped and pumped, and I gulped and gulped.  Tacos and sperm.  Yum.
   --==+==-
   I never got his name.  I didn't care too.  I told him my name was Taffy,
heh.  I told him to be here, at the movie theater, exactly one week from
today, to the hour.  And maybe, just maybe, I said, I'll be here.  I could
tell from his eager look he'd sure as hell be here.  I'd really have to
try. I wiped a little bit of dried pussy juice from his chin, and slowly
walked home.
   --==+==-
   One night that week I was over at Carla's.  I caught her up on the
adventures with Wanda, and she was sad she'd missed the party.  I told her
about blowing the guy at the moves, and she shook her head and told me I
was "way out there," or something like that.  I laughed.  We laid around,
relaxing, knowing full well that we'd fuck around later.  It's just what we
did, any more.
   "Cat," she said.
   "What..." I replied.
   "How long...  how long you think you gonna go on, fuckin' your dad?"
   "I dunno...  I think we got years, before he's too old of an old
fart..." she laughed.  "I dunno, Car...  I mean it's probably too early to
decide shit like this, but I don't think I'll ever get married, I just want
to live with him, and sleep with him every night.  And fuck around some on
the side."
   "Yeah...  you gotta keep fucking around on the side, you got me on the
side..."
   "Carla...  darlin'...  I consider you as big a part of my life as he
is...  I'm always gonna fuck around with you, darlin'..."
   We held each other, and I boo-hooed for a while, no idea why.  Shit just
seemed to affect me emotionally sometimes.  Finally we started kissing. 
About that time, somebody banged on her door.
   "What, goddammit?" she yelled.  I could hear her little brother yelling
on the other side.
   "What is your fucking major malfunction?" Carla yelled, "Ralphie!  Go
the fuck away!"
   He wouldn't stop, and she finally opened the door.  Apparently she'd
stolen the remote to his TV at some time, and he was demanding it's return.
   "Carla," I said, that naughty feeling running through my body.  I looked
at Ralphie.  I think that he was twelve, I'm not sure.
   "What?" she stopped arguing with him and looked at me.
   I motioned her to me, and put my mouth to her ear.  "Carla, we don't get
this chance very often...  let's make the best of it...  Carla...  let's
fuck Ralphie!"
   "Oh shit," she just looked at me like I'd lost my mind.  "Cat...  he's
my brother..." she said to me, dead-pan.  I just looked at her.
   "So?" I said.  "I fuck my dad, so what?"
   "You what?" said Ralphie.
   "That's different," said Carla.
   "You do what?" said Ralphie.
   "No it's not," I said.  "Same difference."
   "Cat...  it's different...  your dad and you love each other."
   "You do what with your father?" said Ralphie.
   "Ralphie.  You heard her.  She fucks her father.  Ralphie and I don't
love each other."
   "You do?" he asked me.
   "Yes," I said, "Carla, you don't wanna admit it, but you two love each
other."
   "Your dad?" he said.
   "Yes, her dad," Carla said.  "We will love each other some day, yes. 
Right now he's a pest."
   "He'll be less of a pest if you fuck him, I guarantee you that," I said.
I felt sure of it.
   "Yes, I will," he said, nodding his head eagerly.
   "Ralphie, you're too young, you don't even know what fucking is," said
Carla.
   "I do too," he stubbornly said.  "It's when a guy puts his whinger in a
girl's juice hole."
   "Yeah, close...  but you're still too young."
   "Ralphie," I said.  "Do you cum yet?  Are you old enough to get
hard-ons?"
   That kind of embarrassed him, to have to admit that.  Although, he did
seem intrigued by what I was offering to him.
   "Yes," he finally said, squirming.  "My wiener get hard and squirts when
I play with it.  If I don't, it squirts at night while I'm sleepin'."
   "See?" I told Carla.  "He's old enough.  Come on, let's have a little
fun."
   "Shit," said Carla.  "Mom and Dad are gonna kill me."
   "They'll never know," I said.  "Ralphie...  if we fuck you, will you
tell?"
   "No way," he said, "I'd get in trouble too."
   "See?" I said, "We're safe.  Come on, Ralphie, lock the door..."
   "This is your baby..." said Carla.  "I'm just sittin' back and
watchin'." I laughed at her.  We'll see, I thought.  We'll see.
   --==+==-
   "Ralphie..." I said, when he came back and sat on the bed.  "Did it turn
you on the other day when you saw me and Carla making out?"
   "Yeah..." he looked guiltily at her.  "I went to my room...  and played
with my weenie, after..."
   That turned me on, to think of a young boy masturbating after watching
me.  I leaned forward and rubbed his cock, still in his shorts.  He started
to pull away from me, and then stopped.
   "Come on, let's get naked!" I said, stripping my shirt off.  My shorts
and panties followed.  He was just sitting there staring at me, his mouth
open.
   "Shit, Ralphie, come on." I said, and he slowly stood, and inched his
shorts down.  He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cute little cock
stood straight out from his body.  Good.  He was ready to play.
   "Oh god," said Carla, and I giggled at her.  I lay down on my stomach on
the bed, and reached for Ralphie.  I pulled him to me, and sucked his cock
into my mouth.
   He was fun to suck, even though his cock was the smallest I'd had, so
far.  I even sucked his balls into my mouth, something I couldn't do with
the big boys.  He seemed to be having a good time, at least.
   "Ralphie," I said.  I was dying to try this.  I turned over on my back,
and changed the direction I was laying in.  I sat on the edge of Carla's
bed, and spread my legs wide.
   "Ralphie, this is my pussy, and I'm sure you're aware," I said.  I
reached down and spread my pussy lips wide, so he could get a good look. 
"Go ahead, get down on your knees, and get a good look."
   He knelt between my legs, and devoured my pussy with his eyes.  I looked
at Carla, grinning, and she rolled her eyes.
   "Come on, bitch," I said.  "Get naked." She shook her head, and yanked
her shirt over her head.  Damn...  her tits looked good...
   I came back, and continued my pussy lesson with Ralphie.
   "This is my clit, dear, and this is my pee-hole.  Touch me if you
want... or lick me if you want..."
   He just wanted to stare for a while, then he hesitantly reached out a
finger and touched my clit.  I nodded encouragement, and he played around
some more.
   "You ain't got no hair," he said.  "Miss Weston got hair down there."
   Everything stopped while we wheedled the story out of him.  It seems one
of his teachers last year, a certain Miss Weston, was a bit of a show-off.
He said he'd seen her pussy four or five times, when he'd stayed in from
recess once, and another time when he'd stayed late.  She'd hiked up her
dress as she sat across from him and another boy, and let them stare at her
sweet spot, while she did book work.
   That turned me on greatly, for some reason.  Being a teacher sounded
like fun, to me.  All those innocent young boys to corrupt.  And maybe even
a few of the girls.
   "Robby, I don't got hair 'cause I shave," I finally said.  "But it's
okay.  Hair or no hair, it's still pussy."
   "Carlie..." he said, "You got hair?"
   "Nope, I shave, too," she said, yanking her panties down, and showing
him her pussy.  I touched his finger, which was pulling on my pussy lips.
   "Stick it in if you want," I told him, and he slowly pushed his finger
into my body.  It didn't feel as good as a cock, of course, but what we
were doing was kind of exciting me.
   "Ralphie...  eat my pussy, darlin'," I said, leaning back, spreading
myself wide.
   "My friend Ed says...  pussy tastes bad..." Ralphie finally said.  Shit.
I sat back up.
   "Ralphie.  Maybe some stinky old hoes taste bad.  But I guarantee you
mine tastes great.  Here." I reached down and rubbed my finger around
inside my pussy.  It was pretty juicy, even.  I stuck my finger in my
mouth, tasting myself, and damn, I was right.  I tasted good.
   "It's different, but good.  You might have to get a little used to it,
but you gotta like it.  It's pussy!" I said.
   He slowly leaned down further and further.  I finally felt his tongue on
my clit.  Weird how they seemed to know, I thought.
   "Smush it around," I said.  "Wiggle it with your tongue."
   Ralphie took the lessons well.  He was soon eating me like a pro.  Carla
was now sitting naked on the bed beside me.  I turned to her, and we
kissed.
   "Carlie..." said Ralphie.  "Can I taste you, too?"
   Carla sighed heavily, and looked down at him.  "Shit.  I guess.  But
don't think this means you get privileges."
   He didn't reply, he just scooted over, and began licking his sister's
clit.  Goddam, I thought, how cool.  How goddam fucking cool.  I did this.
This was my idea.  And it's fucking cool.
   --==+==-
   We finally ran Ralphie out a little after midnight.  Jeezus, we'd fucked
around for hours.  Getting fucked by him was fun, but his dick was pretty
small...  I could feel him, but he didn't fill me up like my dad or Alvin
did.  Oh well, I did it for him, not me, and hell, he seemed to have a
great time.  After he fucked me, he recovered in twenty minutes, and
crawled on top of his sister, and fucked the ever-lovin' shit out of her.
He did good, and I was proud of him.  I think even Carla was impressed.  I
finally leaned down, while he was fucking her, and buried my face in his
ass, licking his asshole.  He tensed up and then relaxed, and then just
kept on fucking her.  I licked his asshole until he came inside his sister,
and I felt him relax.  It was sexier than shit.
   After he left Carla and I just laid there in each other's arms, and went
to sleep.  She was polite enough not to mention that my face smelled like
Ralphie's butt.  The night passed, and we finally had to get up, and off we
went to school.
   --==+==-
   School was actually kinda fun that week, for one reason, mainly.  I got
this idea.  I have lots of ideas, but this one was a pretty good one. 
Well, a pretty wicked one.  It was after school, and Carla and I were
walking to the parking lot.  Our school's goofy-ass football team was down
on the field, practicing.  Well, probably just trying to figure out their
asses from holes in the ground.  They hadn't won a game, yet.
   "Carla," I said, the idea just coming out of nowhere.
   "Whut," she said, in that disgusted tone of voice she was so good at.  I
giggled.
   "Let's sneak in the locker room, and fuck the football team."
   She just stared at me.
   "Are you fuckin' nuts?" she finally said.
   "Hell no!" I said.  "Come on, while they're on the field.  Follow me."
   I stared down beside the field, and the guys got even more fucked up and
uncoordinated when they saw two foxy females walking past.  It was amusing.
I could tell how bad most of them wanted us.  Girls can just tell.
   We went to the other end of the building, where the girl's locker room
was, then walked all the way around the back of the building, and hurried
into the boy's locker room door at the other end.
   If we ran into anybody, I had some excuse ready about getting a book
back or something, but nobody was there.  The coach's office was empty,
thank goodness.  We were kinda lost, never having been in there before, but
there wasn't too many doors, and finally we went into the showers.  It was
dark and kind of stinky, but what the hell.  Carla was shaking her head and
making noises like she wanted to leave, but I didn't give her a choice.
   "Come on, bitch...  strip..." I said, and started pulling my clothes
off. Carla sighed, and followed.  Soon we were deliciously naked, and we
hid our clothes in a lock-less locker.  We went down to the end, and around
the corner where the showers were, and waited for the team.
   It took fucking forever.  Finally we got a little warmed up, and kissed
around on each other, waiting for them.  I had just started rubbing Carla's
asshole when I heard the first wave of guys hit the showers.
   "Okay," I whispered.  "Here we go.  Let me do the talking."
   "This is your baby," said Carla, rolling her eyes.
   The guys were undressing, obviously.  When the first guy came around the
corner to the showers and saw us, he froze in mid-stride.  The look on his
face was worth a million bucks.  I couldn't help giggling.  I knew the guy,
he was in my English class.
   "Craig," I said.  "You win first prize.  You may fuck me."
   His dick was already 45'd out from his crotch, maybe just from being
freed up, who knows.  He got this momentary panicked look on his face, I
think when he realized he was naked in front of two girls, but he came
towards me anyway.  I held out my hands, and he hugged me, squeezing my
naked body to his.  About that time two other guys came around the corner
and I heard their exclamations.  I don't think there were naked girls in
the guy's shower very often.
   I got down on my hands and knees, and pointed my ass towards Craig.  He
got the idea pretty quick and dropped to his knees.  There was like twenty
guys in the room by now.  Shit.  It smelled sexy, sweaty and damp, from the
showers, and the twenty or so sweaty bodies.  I was turned on like crazy
just from the smell.  This was gonna be fun.  And take a while, I realized.
   "Robert," said one kid.  "You're elected.  Guard the door, and whistle
if you see the coach."
   "Aw, man," Robert was not pleased.  I turned and spoke.  "Bob.  I'll
make it worth your time, if you do."
   He finally agreed, and off he went.  Carla had kneeled by now, and
motioned two guys to join her.  Cool, I thought.  One at each end.  I
motioned to a random guy to come to me, and he did.  He was good and hard
already.  I took him in my mouth, as Craig slid his cock in and out of my
cunt.  Yep, I thought.  This was a good idea.  A bunch of sweaty football
numbskulls, and two horny bitches.  A good combination.
   --==+==-
   My legs were trembling as we walked back to the parking lot.  I'd been
thoroughly fucked.  Totally fucked.  I figured I'd take fifteen guys, at
least.  I'd sucked a fucking gallon or two of sperm down my throat.  No
dinner tonight.  I finally let Robert fuck me, and he came inside me, the
only one I let.  His finger was in my asshole, as his hard cock squirted
load after load of cum deep inside me.  It was fucking hot.  Carla looked a
little ragged, and I figured I probably did, too.  Fucking that many guys
is work.  I took a quick shower afterwards, and suddenly four guys
clustered around me, hiding my body as the coach looked around the corner
and told them to hurry up.  Sweet jeezus, we'd been in there an hour, at
least...  every one of the guys on the team got to fuck either Carla or
myself, and most of them did both of us.  It was an afternoon to remember,
for fucking sure.
   I kinda hoped the guys kept their lips sealed, I told them too, if they
ever wanted it to happen again.  I didn't figure they would, though.  In a
way I almost wanted word to get out, I guess I'm just evil like that.  I
wanted the other girls to know they weren't safe from me, sexual predator
that I am.  I could get fucked by their guy any time I wanted.
   --==+==-
   That night I was actually pretty tired, but my dad was unusually horny.
He started in on me even before we went to bed, and tickled me on the
couch, finally pulling my t-shirt off and playing with my tits.
   "What's wrong with you, baby?" he finally asked.  "You tired?"
   "I had a hard day at school, daddy," I said, sighing.  I tried to perk
up for him.  "I'll be okay..."
   "Want me to give you the night off?" he asked.  I wondered if he was
serious.  He hadn't given me a night off since we started fucking.
   "No, daddy.  Just do what you want, and I'll probably just lay there. 
Is that okay?"
   He laughed.  "That's more than okay.  I love you, darlin'..."
   "I love you too, daddy.  Come on, let's go to bed."
   And off to bed we went.
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