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This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.

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SLEEP OVER

Occasionally, my wife and I let our daughter have a friend stay the night.  After all, that's one of the reasons my daughter selected a set of bunk beds for her room.  On a particular weekend, our daughter asked if Vicky could spend the night.  Now, I've been wary of Vicki all along. Her parents had been divorced and she had moved away with her mom, otherwise she'd have been in the same school.  Vicky always brought out the worst behavior in our daughter -- whiny, loud, belligerant -- but they hadn't seen each other in quite a while despite ongoing phone calls.  I decided to give Vicky the benefit of the doubt and agreed to the sleepover.

Vicky and her mom showed up just before dinner time as scheduled. Vicky's mom gave both my wife and I a generous hug before she departed. She wasn't overly developed, but the crush of her breasts could not be ignored. I was surprised at how turned on I got from her brief squeeze. My wife and I couldn't have sex that night to relieve my condition, with the girls staying up until the wee hours.  After all, they might hear us.  I decided it could wait.

We let the girls have pizza, favorite food of young people everywhere. As they sat at the kitchen table, I took a good look at Vicky.  Time had matured her physically, but I was waiting to see if her behavior had improved.  She took after her mom, with a nice set of breasts riding high on her chest under a polo shirt, and she was almost as tall as my wife.  She wore a knee-length skirt and high white stockings that made her legs look even longer and more lovely.

At one point during their meal, Vicky dropped her napkin, and leaned over to pick it back up.  On the way to sitting position, she wacked her head on the edge of the table, and yelped in pain.  I went over to see if she had broken the skin or if there was a noticable lump.  I ran my hands through her hair, bit didn't find any problems.  The touching and smelling affected me, and I was again turned on.  As I was walking away, her napkin fell again.  I offered to pick it up, lest she have another accident.  I went under the table from the other side, and Vicky spread her knees to afford me a view of her thighs and panties.  I took in the view and then realized I'd have to come back up quickly lest my voyeurism be discovered.  I almost banged my head on the table.

My wife and I stayed in other rooms of the house.  The girls watched a movie and must have talked for hours.  Finally, my wife and I said goodnight.  The girls promised to get to bed soon, as my daughter had an early appointment the next day.  Every once in a while, I would come out of my sleep and I could hear the whispers coming from down the hallway. When I got up the next morning, I slid on a pair of jean shorts, which is what I always do when our daughter has a friend sleeping over.  I checked the calendar to discover that she and my wife had left for a park district class. Vicky's mom wasn't scheduled for another couple of hours, making the most of her time alone to run errands and such.

I peeked into my daughters room and didn't even hear Vicky breathing. Fearing the worst, I crept in to make sure everything was all right. Vicky was on the top bunk.  She must have had a restless sleep, because she had thrown off the covers.  She was lying on her stomach wearing a large t-shirt, and it had ridden up on her thighs.  I gently walked to the head of the bed and touched her shoulder to wake her, since she needed to get dressed and have breakfast before her mom showed up.  She rolled over on her back, and I could see her breasts moving freely under the thin material, her nipples making small points in the fabric. I have to admit I was getting ideas, being alone with her and all, but remembered that she was underage.

When she rolled onto her back, Vicky had raised one knee at an angle. Carefully and quietly I walked to the foot of the bed and stole a peek up her nightshirt. Since she put her leg down just as I got there, I was treated to only a glimpse of her bare pussy.  Now I was really getting hot, and decided to go the bathroom to relieve myself before she got up. As I got to the door, Vicky spoke, "Oh, I'm so naughty.  I just can't get out of bed."  She sat up, her hair just brushing the ceiling, yawned and stretched, and stuck out her chest, making her succulent breasts even more visible for an instant.  I had a definite hard-on in my shorts, and I wasn't sure if Vicky had noticed.  She moved her legs around from under her sidesaddle position and crossed them, Indian style.  The t-shirt was stretched over her knees by her wide leg stance, and her young pussy hair was just visible in the shadows of the material.

Vicky leaned back, supporting herself by her arms.  Now the shirt was pulled tight across her breasts and had risen to expose her flat stomach sloping down to her fully exposed crotch.  It was lovely.  "Sometimes my mom has to prod me to get out of bed in the morning.  Do you think you could do that, Mr. Jones?" Vicky asked in a sultry voice while she stared directly at my crotch.  I stood there, frozen, afraid to move lest I make an inappropriate decision. After all, Vicky was jailbait, no matter how mature and desirable she looked.  She pulled her knees up to her chin and hugged them with her arms, exposing her pussy in all its glory, and begged "Puhleeze prod me out of bed, Mr. Jones."

I took my first step, and it was towards the ladder.  I climbed up and bumped my head on the ceiling.  Vicky laughed as she leaned forward and opened the fly of my shorts and they fell to the floor below.  I looked down the front of her t-shirt at her small round and firm breasts and hardened nipples and drooled.  She got down on all fours before me, waiting for my move.  I lifted the hem of he t-shirt, and saw a juicy pussy just waiting to be "prodded."

I took my hands and balanced myself by holding the front of her thighs and leaned forward to taste her pussy.  She startled at the feeling of my tongue against her lips and I probed and sucked and licked them into juicy readiness.

I took my hard-on out of my skivvies and moved closer to her.  She reached back to help me put it in, and I almost came at her first touch.  Evidently she was no virgin, as I entered rather easily, all the way up into her cunt.  I reached around with both hands to squeeze her breasts and pull gently at her nipples, and she wiggled with appreciation.  We were fucking with great enthusiasm when I heard a creaking sound, and then a couple of the boards holding the upper mattress broke.  I was too into our coupling to stop, and finally shot a load up into her.  I couldn't tell if she had an orgasm or not, but she had a big grin on her face.

Vicky was fed and cleaned up when her mom arrived.  I got the same obligatory hug, followed by one from Vicky.  After they left, I made an emergency run to the hardware store to buy some replacement slats for the bunk beds.  It was illegal, immoral, and probably fattening, but it was truly memorable.  Vicky can sleep over any time she wants! 

An Original H M Tale

