
Archive name: deeber.txt (M/g+, ped)
Authors name: Fitfully Yours(fitfully_yours@hotmail.com)
Story title: Lisa, Anne, and Deeber

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Author's Note
This story is a work of fiction.  Nothing more.  It contains consensual sex between a teenage male and preteen girls.  If this type of story disgusts you, feel free to switch to a different website.  Anything you read from here on in is your own decision, so don't bitch at me.  If you are reading this, and this is the type of story you are expecting, then I hope you enjoy it, and I welcome constructive feedback of any type.  My email is fitfully_yours@hotmail.com, and I look forward to hearing from you.

On a side note, I do recall hearing some of the stories I describe in this story, but I have been unable to find out who originally wrote them.  If anyone out there knows who it was, please email me so I can give credit where credit is due.  

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What is this world coming to?  I mean, really!  Here I am, an 18 year old man, sitting on the swing set in my parent's back yard, listening to an eleven year old girl tell a sex joke!  And it wasn't the first joke, either!

My little sister had gone inside, presumably to the bathroom, and this little brunette flopped on the swing next to me and started going on and on about some kid named Deeber.  Apparently this Deeber was quite a stud, because he was fucking just about every female in sight.  In one story he fucked the neighbor girl in trade for some cookies (her giving the cookies to him, that is).  In another, he was fucking his piano teacher instead of practicing.  And it kept going.  In every story, someone, either the girl's mother or his own (except for the one where he was fucking his own mother and his father walked in), would say "Deeber" in an attempt to stop him, but apparently as lucky as the kid was, his hearing sucked, cause he thought they said "deeper" and he would try his hardest to go deeper!

Needless to say, I couldn't believe what was coming out of this kid's mouth.  "Lisa, where did you hear these?"

"Oh," she said, "I have a big book of 'em at home."  She glanced at the back door as my sister came sauntering out.  "Tell you what," she whispered.  "If I can ditch Mandy, did you want to read it?"

"Sure," I whispered back in the seconds before my sister joined us.  I didn't want to miss the chance at anything to do with sex - even if I had to read about it in a book.  After all, the teenage mind could never have too much masturbation material, right?

"Hey, Lisa, guess what!  Mom said we can go to Chuck E Cheese tonight, and she even said I can bring a friend!"  At ten years old, my sister still retained a lot of her childhood.  "You want to come with?"

Lisa assumed a (perfectly believable, if you ask me) sad face.  "I can't.  My mom said I had to be home before sunset every night last week 'cause of last week when we were out till after dark."  Both girls looked sad until a half smile crossed Lisa's face.  "You can always ask Anne.  I'm sure she would love to go with you!"

As if on cue, Lisa's nine year old sister came skipping through the gate, her blonde pigtails bouncing on her shoulders.

"Ask me what?"

"Go ask mom if it's all right if you go to Chuck E Cheese with Mandy," Lisa ordered.

Anne's face brightened at the prospect of pizza and video games, and she dashed out of the yard.  When she got back a few minutes later, she was panting and smiling.  "Mom said yes!"

Mandy and Anne chattered wildly, ignoring Lisa and myself.  She turned to face me and whispered "Give me fifteen minutes after I leave, then knock on the back door."

I gave her a small nod to show her I understood, and I expected her to leave right away, but for some reason, she didn't leave for another half hour.  Then, all of a sudden, as if stung by a bee, she sprang up.  "I have to go.  Annie, make sure you behave for Andy's parents."  Without waiting for a reply, she left.

Which wasn't a bad thin, 'cause mom walked out of the house not even a minute later.  "Mark, did you want to come with us?"

"Nah, I think I'll just go hang out with Scott or Jeff or something.  Maybe I'll go to the movies, I don't know."

"Well, don't get into any trouble," she said, digging in her purse for her keys.  The chattering girls climbed into the back seat the instant the doors were unlocked, and then they were gone.  

I tried waiting the fifteen minutes, but I got impatient.  I went over there after ten, but as I was approaching the house, Lisa and Anne's mom walked out the front door.  I probably would have knocked anyway, but I couldn't think of a single excuse why an eighteen year old would be visiting an eleven year old.  I mean, I didn't thing their mom would have been too thrilled if I told her I wanted to visit her daughter so I could read some sex jokes!  

So instead, I walked past the house, and around the corner.  I kept going until I had circled the block, and the remaining five minutes had been eaten up.  When my time was up, I was just rounding the corner back onto our side of the block, and I noticed her mom's car wasn't in front of the house anymore.  I slinked around the house and quietly knocked on the back door.

The house was pitch black when I walked in; so dark in fact, I could only see Lisa's silhouette.  Apparently, she could see fine, cause she grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the house.  As she led me up the stairs, I realized I hadn't even seen the outline of a single window, and figured they blocked them off somehow.

We went up the stairs in total darkness, Lisa leading me by the hand down the dark hall.  She turned into a dark room, almost yanking me off my feet, and I was suddenly blinded as she turned on her light.  Now, this was before the "energy saver" lights, so when two 75 watt lights blaze to life in absolute dark, you notice!

As my eyes adjusted to the sudden light, she led me to the edge of the bed and sat me on the edge.  The first thing I saw as my vision cleared was a blue three ring binder being handed to me.  It looked like a binder I might have used at school except the outside was decorated with butterflies and hearts.  I reached for it, and as my hands closed on the binder, I realized that I could see the hands that were offering it to me.  I followed bare hands to bare arms to bare shoulders to bare chest to ... wait, what?  Bare chest?

As I took the binder from Lisa's hands, I realized the eleven year old girl standing in front of me was naked.  As in, not a single thread on her entire body.  My jaw dropped to my chest as my dick got instantly hard.  Her breasts were tiny, little mounds almost covered by her silver dollar sized areola and tiny little nipples.  I could probably fit her entire boob in my mouth with no effort at all.  I gazed down her body, past her smooth, flat stomach and to the slightly raised mound of her pussy, which had a small patch of soft hair just above the slit of her pussy.  

"Ok," Lisa said, all business even though she was naked.  "You lie down on the bed and read me stories, okay?" 

I nodded, my mouth too dry to even think about talking.  I did as she directed, putting my head on her pillows and stretching out on the bed.  I had to hold the binder up to block the sight of her, or I wouldn't have been able to read a single word, let alone several jokes.

Lisa sat on the bed next to me, and I began to read.  It looked like the Deeber jokes had been typed on a computer and printed out, so the book she had been talking about was almost certainly homemade, and when she had said it was a big book, she hadn't lied - it was at least a hundred pages stuffed full of sex jokes and stories, and only the first few pages looked like they were about Deeber.

I read the first joke, my dick straining the inside of my pants, and was halfway through the second joke when I felt her hand manipulating my zipper.  I stumbled over several words, trying to ignore what she was doing, but when she pulled my rock hard dick out and started stroking it, I lost all concentration.  

"Don't stop reading," Lisa said, stopping her hand the moment I stopped reading.  "If you stop, I stop."

"O... o... ok," I managed to stutter, then began to read, although not perfectly.  My heart was pounding in every word I spoke.  I continued reading and she continued stroking.  I must admit, I didn't come over expecting this, but I wasn't going to stop it either.  I masturbate quite frequently, but nothing I had ever done to myself was even close to what Lisa was doing.  I read for fifteen minutes, reveling in the sensation Lisa was giving me, and then suddenly, she stopped.  I lifted the binder and looked at the naked little eleven year old.  "If you stop, I stop," I said, sending her words right back at her.

"I'm not stopping, so you can't stop either," she said.  "I'm just shifting a little, so start reading!"

I lowered the binder again, and started to read when I felt her shift around.  She moved herself lower and sat next to my knee, and then I felt something I had never felt before.  It was hot and wet, some parts were soft and smooth and others were hard and sharp.  I lifted the book again and looked down at her, but the only thing I could really see was the top of her head.  I must have stopped reading for too long for her liking, because she lifted her head and I saw what I had felt.

Lisa had my dick in her mouth, and was sucking it like it was a straw!  The head came out of her mouth with a loud pop, and she looked at me, frowning.  "I thought I told you to read."  

I lowered the book and began to read again.  With the first word, I felt her mouth close around my dick and begin to suck again.  Let me tell you, it made everything I had ever done to my dick seem pointless in comparison.  I stumbled through the next few jokes, these not about Deeber, but definitely sexual in nature.  I turned the page, noticed that either the jokes were at an end or they got a lot longer.  The next page looked more like a story, but there my noticing anything ceased.  I felt the familiar tingle in my nuts and realized I was about to cum.  I tried to warn her, but Lisa ignored my attempt and kept at it, bobbing her head on my dick.  

I started cumming, and I could feel her tongue pulsing against my dick in time with my squirts.  She was drinking my cum like she would drink soda from a straw, and she seemed to like it.  After a few moments, I stopped cumming, and when she lifted her head, I thought she was going to yell at me for squirting in her mouth, but instead she said, "Why did you stop reading?"

I realized that I was still holding the binder above my head, and shaking, I lowered it back in front of my face and began to read.  As I did so, she lowered her head and began suckling on my softening dick, making it surge back to life.  

The story I started reading was a little surprising, I must admit.  I didn't understand why anyone would give an eleven year old a story describing a man having sex with his eight year old daughter, but with Lisa sucking my dick again, I wasn't going to complain.  When I reached the end of the first story, my dick was as hard as a rock again, but I was nowhere near cumming yet.  I was a little disappointed that Lisa stopped sucking, but she moved my legs together, straddled my legs just above my knees, and started stroking my dick with both hands.  I paused my reading (now it was a story about a woman who was having sex with her son, and then telling how her son's father was her own dad, and went on to describe how her dad had knocked her up when she was twelve) to look at her.  I watched her tiny little boobs jiggle a little with each movement until she stopped moving and looked at my face.

"Ok, I'll read some more," I said before she could get a single word out.  I resumed reading, and was getting to the part where the mom was describing how her dad had started sneaking into her room at night when her mom was taking a bath, and I felt Lisa moving again.  Not wanting to piss her off, I continued reading as I felt her knees moving up my legs.  I tried to ignore what she was doing at the same time as I was trying to feel everything as well, and in the back of my mind, I realized her fingers weren't wrapped around my dick anymore.  Instead, only the tips of her fingers were touching it.

And then I felt it.  It was hot, wet, and really tight.  It was nothing like her mouth, but at the same time, exactly like her mouth.  The binder dropped on my chest, and I stared in fascination.  My dick head had disappeared into her tiny little pussy, and the rest of it was slowly disappearing as Lisa slowly lowered herself down, until she was sitting on my hips, my dick entirely buried in her pussy.

"Oh, god," she said.  "You're big."

I couldn't say anything in response.  I tried picking up the binder again, but Lisa plucked it out of my hands and threw it on the floor near the door.  "You don't need to read any more," she panted.  "At least not now."  She put her hands on my chest and lifted up, revealing a little over half of my dick before settling her body down again.  I thought fair was fair, so I reached up and cupped my hands over her little boobs, running my palms over the smooth flesh and across the small poke of her hard nipples.  She moaned at that, so I started rubbing more, making circles over her small chest, working m my way around to her back, down to her butt and back to her stomach, where I went back up her body to her boobs.  

Remembering what I had thought when I had first seen them, I sat up, (making Lisa shift a little but she could still move up and down) leaned forward, and caught her right boob in my mouth.  I swirled my tongue around her nipple and sucked hard, and I think I did get her entire boob in my mouth.  I moved to her left boob and did the same thing, but I could feel her heart beat through the thin flesh of her chest and the questing flesh of my tongue.  

Lisa stiffened, and something inside her pussy started squeezing the shit out of my dick, pulsing like my dick had done in her mouth.  She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my head and started shivering around me.  Not only did I feel her shiver with my chest (and her nipples were rubbing pleasantly against my t-shirt), but I could feel her pussy shivering inside and out, and I began to cum, which made her shiver even more.

Finally she loosened up, leaning against my chest.  She didn't weigh much, but with nothing behind me, I fell back onto the bed, pulling her small body with me.  Lying like that, with my dick still all the way inside her, the top of her head was a few inches under my chin.  She sighed, and I started running one hand down the smooth locks of her hair, the other hand just lying across her shoulders.  I had just closed my eyes when a voice piped up from the door

"I'm telling daddy you're playing Deeber when he's not home!"

Lisa sat up, shocked.  "Please don't tell him Anne, it was just this once, and..." Her voice trailed away.  "Wait a minute, how do you know about the Deeber game?"

"Daddy plays Deeber with me, too," the nine year old said.  "We've been playing ever since my birthday party."

"Liar," Lisa spat at her little sister.  "I don't believe you."

Anne took a look around the room, saw the three ring binder on the floor, and ran down the hall.  Moments later she returned, a green three ring binder in her hands.  This one was decorated with unicorns and rainbows, but when she opened it and started reading, I immediately recognized the first Deeber joke I had read right after realizing Lisa was naked.

"But if dad is playing Deeber with you, that means..." Lisa started, but I interrupted.

"Wait a minute," I said.  "What's the Deeber game?"

Lisa looked at me like I was stupid (and perhaps I was; my only thought is that losing my virginity to an eleven year old scrambled my wits for a minute or two.)  "This is the Deeber game," she said, squeezing my dick with her pussy muscles.

"You mean you and your dad - and her and your dad..."

Both sisters nodded.  

"What do we have to do so you don't tell daddy I played Deeber without him?" Lisa asked.

"I wanna play too!" exclaimed the little blonde girl, her face lighting up.  "If I can play too, I won't tell daddy."

My dick jumped inside Lisa, and she looked down into my face.  "I think he likes the idea," she muttered to herself.  "Ok," she said out loud.

"Yay!" Anne said, jumping up and down, clapping her hands together.  The little girl started taking off her clothes, tossing them everywhere, and not showing a lick of bashfulness.  In moments, she stood in the doorway, as naked as her sister. 

Lisa rose up, slowly pulling her pussy from around my dick.  She walked over to her sister, took her by the hand, and led her to the bed.  

"You gotta at least take your pants off, silly," Anne said, staring at my dick jutting out of my zipper. 

"Ok," I said, looking from one sister to the other as I slowly stood up.  There was a height difference, but not as much of one as I had originally thought.  Lisa was about fifteen inches shorter than me, and Anne was only four or five shorter than Lisa.  Lisa is a brunette while Anne is blonde, but the differences didn't stop there.  Where Lisa had her tiny boobs, Anne was completely flat.  The only thing that stuck out from her chest was her nipples, which were a touch thicker than Lisa's, and her areolas were a touch smaller.  Lisa's hips had a definite curve to them, while Anne's had none at all.  Anne had a little pudge of baby fat between her belly button and pussy while Lisa had no fat at all.  Lisa did have a sparse patch of hair there, though, while Anne had no hair there at all.  Her bald pussy looked almost like it was winking at me.

I stood up, and Anne flopped onto the bed, her knees dangling off the edge.  I peeled off my jeans and underwear, careful not to scrape my dick with the zipper.  I worried a little about getting caught with my pants down (for real this time), but I knew their dad got home around midnight, and their mom usually pulled in around the time I would leave for school during the winters.

"First you gotta lick me," Anne proclaimed, spreading her legs, fully exposing her bald little pussy.  Now, I've seen a couple of pornos, so I sort of know what she was asking for.  I knelt down in front of her and opened her pussy.  I saw the bump over the hole, but that was the only thing the same as in the pornos.  Instead of having lips that extended outward, hers were neatly lining the hole.  Much cleaner, I thought as I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the bump at the top (I think it's called a clit).  I can't rally tell you what she tastes like, cause had never tasted anything like her.  I enjoyed every minute of it, though.  I licked around her clit, twisting my tongue as fast as it would go until she started shivering like her big sister had.  That kid had strong legs though; I swear she almost crushed my head!

Her pussy was dripping from my spit and her juices, and I tried crawling onto the bed, but Anne spread her arms out to block me.  "You stand right there," she said, pointing to where I had just been kneeling.  I moved there and she put her ankles on my hips.  "You gotta bend down a little bit, you know."  

I bent my knees a little, and realized the tip of my dick was right against the middle of Anne's pussy.  I put my hands on either side of her hips and pressed forward as she pulled me in with her feet.  My dick head popped into her tight pussy and...

Anne started sliding on the comforter, away from me!  She was so tight, I couldn't get it in!  She scooched her butt back to the edge of the bed and tried again.  Again, she just slid on the comforter while almost breaking my dick.  Frustrated, I grabbed her undeveloped hips and pulled her slowly toward me.  I watched as the head disappeared between the soft, smooth folds of flesh, then the first inch, inch and a half, two inches.  My dick was slowly being consumed by little girl pussy, and I was in heaven.  

Finally my dick was completely hidden inside Anne, my pubes tickling her hairless pussy.  I started pumping, took one hand off her hip but leaving the other just in case.  My free hand drifted up to her flat chest, and I rubbed my thumb across the hard little pellets of her nipples.  She moaned, and as I had done with her big sister, I leaned forward (I was more than a little bent, but I needed to try) and caught a perky nipple in my mouth.  

Anne came instantly, and even though her pussy felt like a velveteen vice grip, I didn't cum.  I had, after all, came twice in the past hour or two.  I kept pumping her nine year old pussy as I suckled on her nine year old nipple.  I felt the brush of hair on my cheek, and glanced over to see Lisa, still naked, latched on her baby sister's other nipple.  Together we worked that girl into a screaming orgasm that clamped on my dick so hard it was either cum or have my dick pinched off.  I pushed forward as hard as I could, cumming as deep in her as I could get.  Another orgasm racked her little body, her pussy squeezing my dick until it was painful, but I couldn't even stand the thought of pulling out.  My dick was ultra sensitive, and apparently so was Anne's pussy, cause every time my dick twitched, it sent her into another orgasm.  I worked my way out, pausing each time she came.  It only took fifteen minutes, but it was the longest, most intense fifteen minutes of my entire life, and by the time my dick head popped out of her pussy, I was fully aroused again. 

Lisa, who had been standing by the closed door walked over to the side of the bed opposite to where her sister lay.  She reached across the bed and pulled Anne fully onto the bed by her arms, then walked around the bed until she was standing where I had been.  She leaned over and started placing delicate kisses on the reddened flesh of her little sister's sopped pussy, then began to lick.  I watched in fascination for a few minutes before I realized I could see Lisa's pussy poking from between her legs.  I moved up behind her, grabbed her waist with one hand and guided my dick to her pussy.  As soon as I got the head in, I grabbed the other side of her waist and pushed as hard as I could.  

Lisa made a muffled "Humph" sound, her face driven into Anne's pussy, and from the sounds Anne made, the nine year old had liked it.   She grabbed Lisa by the hair and pulled her head even closer to her pussy.  While she did that, I pulled my dick almost entirely out of Lisa's body, and then plunged it in again, just as hard.  I would plunge in as Anne pulled her closer, and we established a sort of rhythm.

Both girls had orgasm after orgasm, but since I had never even masturbated four times in a single day, I was lasting forever.  Finally I felt the tingle in my balls, and drove forward harder than I had before, burying my dick in her pussy, all the way up to the root.  I screamed my orgasm, my voice joining hers as she screamed her orgasm into Anne's pussy, who voiced out a few moments later in her own orgasm.  

I pulled out of Lisa with a liquid pop, cum stringing between her pussy and my dick for a moment before releasing.  Lisa collapsed next to her baby sister, and the two naked girls snuggled up to each other.  I sat on the bed near their feet, drained in more ways than one.

"He's bigger than daddy," Anne whispered to her sister.

"Yup," the eleven year old answered.  At that moment, the sound of the front door closing echoed through the house.  

"Daddy's home," Anne commented nonchalantly, then sat straight up.  "Daddy's home!" she hissed.  The girls moved in tandem, as if they had practiced this move before.  Lisa pushed me into the corner behind the bedroom door as Anne shoved my jeans and boxers and her own clothes under Lisa's bed, and without a wasted motion, she darted over to the dresser and picked out two nightgowns and threw one to her sister.  Anne's would be a bit too large, but it was better than being found in her sister's room, buck naked.  Moments after the hem of Lisa's nightgown had billowed its way to her knees, her bedroom door opened.  

"You girls shouldn't still be awake," he said in mock anger.

"Oh, daddy, it's summer.  We don't have to get up early tomorrow, do we?"

"Anne, you know what your mommy said about staying up too late, even if there's no school.  Now, get to your room and get in bed."

Annie pouted, "Ok daddy," and walked past her dad and into the hall.  

"Wait a minute, pumpkin," he called after her, and followed her into the hall.  From where Lisa sat, there was no way she could hear what he was saying, but I was practically on his shoulder, so I heard him whisper, "Daddy wants to play Deeber tonight, baby, so take off your panties when you get to your room."

"Sucker," I thought, "She's not wearing any panties."

He turned her around, patted her butt and sent her scurrying into her room.  Their dad then came back into Lisa's room, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees.  "I'm a little tired tonight, baby, so no Deeber tonight.  I just need you to take off a little pressure, ok?"  I heard a sound, and peeked around the door.  All I could see was his hairy ass pointed my way, and his hands on her head, using her hair to move her head.

After a few minutes he yanked hard on her hair, and shifted just enough for me to see Lisa's throat working to swallow his cum.  Then, without a thank you or even a pat on the head, he pulled up his pants and walked out of the room, leaving me hiding behind the door with no pants on and Lisa sitting on her bed, wiping her mouth off.

"He's been saying that more lately and I just thought he was tired from work," she said in a dull whisper.  I grabbed my pants from under her bed, pulled them on, and held my hand out to her.  She took it, and we went out into the hall.  His bedroom door was closed, and so was Anne's, but the faint noises we heard were coming from Anne's room.  I pulled Lisa away from the door that hid her dad fucking her little sister, and down the stairs.  

"I hate him," she whispered, furious.  "He said that if I kept playing the game, he wouldn't have to play it with Anne."

"Do you hate me because I played the game with you two as well?"

She looked up into my eyes.  "I wanted to play with you, cause I wanted to see if it was the same with someone else.  Sometimes I feel that daddy doesn't even see us as people, let alone his daughters."

"Do you want him to stop?"

She bit her lip in thought.  "Yes.  I might keep having bad dreams of this, but Anne might be young enough to be able to forget."

"Then I have an Idea."

*****

Twenty Years Later:

As I think back on that day, I realize how much of my life revolved around that day.  Apparently, Lisa's mom got an anonymous call at work saying her youngest daughter was really sick, and she needed to get home immediately.  I watched from my bedroom window as her car pulled up to the house and she silently snuck into the house.  From what Lisa told me, she walked in to Anne's room just about the time her dad was pumping Anne full of cum.  I could actually hear her mom yelling, but I couldn't quite tell what she was saying.  About a half hour later, the cops showed up and dragged him away.  Apparently, since he had been caught in the act, they didn't need as much proof, and apparently Anne was just as upset with their dad for playing Deeber with Lisa.  

I actually got grounded for staying out past midnight, but I thought it was a fair price to pay for such a wonderful experience.   Neither girl ever told anyone I had sex with them, but they each told their mom on separate occasions that I was the one who called, so she started looking at me like their protector.  I can't say that we stuck to the straight and narrow after that, though.  Even after I went off to college, I would occasionally meet one or the other (or a few times, both!) and have mind numbing sex.  I watched as the girls grew, both physically and emotionally, and when Lisa turned eighteen, (and with Anne's full blessing) I asked her to marry me.  We got married that summer (our wedding day was seven years to the day we first had sex), and since I had all that time to work on my schooling while she attended Junior High and High School, I was financially well off when we got married.  We purchased a large home in the "rich" side of town, and one of the bedrooms was set up specifically for when Anne wanted to visit.  At sixteen years old, she wanted to experience everything she could, but she never slept around.  I was the only man for her and Lisa (!) was the only girl for her.  I can't tell you how many times I've come home to see the sisters locked in a passionate embrace or sixty-nining each other or something like that.  
Lately, though, we've had to be a little more careful, though.  Our daughter just turned twelve, and has been asking her mom about boys, and even asking her mom what sex is like with me.  From what Lisa said, it sounds like she would be open to having sex with her old man.  She even said that if Beth wanted her to, she would join in too.  

Oh, well - if it happens, it happens.  As long as it's Beth's choice, I won't fight it.  After all, I'm not a monster, right?

Hmmm, I wonder if Lisa still has that Deeber notebook.
