Sweet Sixteen Sleepover

For a millisecond, Annie's request sounded reasonable.  "Mom, can I have
sixteen friends over for a sleepover Sweet Sixteen party?"

And what did my reasonable, sensible, thoughtful wife Harriett say? 
"Why, what a wonderful idea!"

I appreciated the symmetry - sixteen friends on her sixteenth birthday,
which really meant seventeen young women I would need to avoid.  I'd had
a few sexual incidents with babysitters and the like, but every one was
over eighteen years old.  Some were fully grown women.  I decided that
I'd go elsewhere that night, even if I had to rent a room under some
pretense to avoid any possible temptation or accident.  I'd become quite
good a fibbing without my face giving it away.  Maybe in a few years I
could play poker and not lose my shirt.  Or my pants.

My opinion was not solicited.  So, the invitations went out and of
course, all sixteen girls RSVP’d that they'd be delighted to be at our
house that night.  The invitee list wasn't shared with me.  After all,
who was I, anyway?  Just the father of the birthday girl.

Two days before the party, my wife got a call from her mother, God bless
the woman.  Anyone who had suffered the burden of raising Harriett
deserved sainthood.  Harriet's father had gotten ill, serious enough for
a hospital stay, and he demanded that his two children come to his
bedside.  That meant Harriett and her brother Arnold.

While Harriett was on the phone with a travel agent, trying to get
reasonably priced plane tickets with a flexible return date, she said,
"I'm not going to leave you alone with sixteen young girls."  She forgot
to count our daughter.  "You'll never be able to handle them. What will
you do to keep them occupied?"

Harriett didn't mean it sexually, although 'occupy' could have meant
penetration and 'handle them' could have meant fondling.  Both of those
were actions I wanted to avoid.  "Under the circumstances, maybe we
should postpone the-"

"No!  Anna's birthday needs to be celebrated on time despite Daddy's
condition."  Her eyes went wide, as if she'd had a revelation.  "Annette
will have nothing to do with Arnie out of town.  I'll call her." 
Annette was her brother Arnold's wife.

Sure enough, after the plane tickets were purchased for Harriett's trip,
one more phone call co-opted Annette into flying in for Annie's party. 
Annette hates my guts, and isn't all that fond of Harriett either, so I
was surprised that she agreed.  In every one of our previous
interactions, Annette had been a stickler.  There wouldn't be any hanky
panicky with Annette around.  Maybe that hotel room wouldn't be
necessary after all.

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Harriett left late in the morning the day of Annie's weekend bash after
vacuuming rugs, dusting, and cleaning the bathrooms.  Annie and I put up
streamers and cardboard 'Sweet Sixteen' decorations.  I cleaned my
sprawl off the kitchen table, so there'd be room for food and drinks,
buffet-style.

Annette showed up just after lunch.  I would have gladly picked her up
at the airport if I'd known what flight she was on.  She dropped an
overnight bag at my feet.  "What have you planned for activities?" she
asked.

I didn't have a clue.  I wasn't in charge, Harriett was, and she was
gone.  Annie saved my butt.  "Nail and toe polishing, make-up, and music
and pizza and cupcakes."

"Good thing someone did some planning."  Annette stared dagger at me, as
if she could read my mind.  "I've got things under control."

Annette and 'control' were perfect companions.  I stayed out of her way,
while she and Annie gathered beauty supplies.  The cupcakes had been
purchased in advance and hidden from me.  That explained the two tins of
frosting and edible sparkly-things in the cupboard.

The doorbell rang about a half-hour early.  I was surprised to see that
Annie had invited my bowling buddy Smith's daughter, Jaqi, even though
they hadn't socialized much.  Jaqi was a couple of years older than
Annie.  That made her eighteen and legal.  She hugged the birthday girl,
and then approached me.  "Hey there, Marcus."

I got a hug, too.  Jaqi had filled out nicely, her breasts squished
against my chest.  "Hey there, Smith."

"That's my Dad's name."

"Okay, Jaqi.  How are you?"  She'd been attending college down in
Florida.  It looked like she was majoring in suntan.  The bronze color
was uniform on every exposed part of her body.

"Real good, thanks."  We broke the hug.  She put her arm around my
waist.  I did likewise, a polite gesture.  "So, what's new?"

"Not much."  I tried to think of something relevant to her father and
me.  "Our team has plateaued, I think.  My bowling average is improving
but your Dad's seems to be going down, so our team stays about the
same."

"Well, I always knew you could get it up."  She kissed my cheek and left
my side.

Did Jaqi just do a sexual word play on me?  Nah, just an accident.

Promptly at party start time, late in the afternoon, mostly mothers
dropped off their girls. Some guests must have carpooled because I saw
several unrelated young women getting out of a single minivan.  I
recognized about a third of the girls from nearby, ones who'd been at
our house before:  Bree, Marci, Ruthie, Amanda, Sally, and Wanda.  The
others must have been classmates from further away.  I got quick
handshake introductions to the ones I didn't know, all but one of whom
avoided eye contact.  Only Stephi gripped my hand and stared.  She was
tall and curvier than the rest.

The ones not in the neighborhood called Annette 'Mrs. Marcus.' She
corrected them instantly while giving me dirty looks.  All of the girls
except Jaqi seemed to be velcroed to Annie.  Wherever she went, they
followed in a pack.  Jaqi hung with Annette, almost acting like a second
hostess/older sister.

Annie turned on the stereo and played music while we waited for the
pizza guy.  We had ordered only cheese and veggie varieties. No sausage
for me. And no sausage for any of the under aged damsels either.  Music
on the stereo played as the mob gyrated on the living room carpet. 
Their body motions seemed out of control and random, except for Stephi. 
I couldn't take my eyes off her, and more than once she saw me watching.
 Instead of getting embarrassed and toning down her dance moves, she
performed bump-and-grind hip thrusts that would have gotten any man
stiff.

I was still watching from the side when Annette came up beside me.  "Do
you see how that tall one dances?"

I played dumb.  "Huh?  Which one?"

Annette slapped me on the shoulder.  "The tall one with the ponytail. 
Don't tell me you didn't notice."

"Oh her?  She just has more energy.  Maybe she's into music."   I turned
my head away, so Annette would believe my casual demeanor regarding
Stephi.

After Annette walked away, I felt someone behind me, breathing on my
neck.  Hands massaged my shoulders.  "Aren't they cute?" Jaqi asked. 
"Cute little girls?"

"I guess."  Jaqi's hands felt good as she grasped and rubbed.  Why was
she getting so physical?  Not that I could ever do anything sexual with
one of my best friend's daughters.

When the pizza arrived, Annette and I spread the boxes on the kitchen
table along with a variety of canned sodas.  The girls didn't need to be
invited to partake.  They swarmed the kitchen to fill their plates. 
Jaqi tried to organize the chaos, but she was too late.  I was stuck in
the body jam.  Stephi had wormed her way through the crowd, and stood in
front of me, my back to the wall.  But she didn't stand still.  She
bounced her ass into me, over and over.  After what felt like an hour
but was less than a minute, she grabbed a plate and filled it.  I got a
wink as she shuffled back to the living room, where the guests sat
Indian style on the rug.  If Harriett had been home, I would have been
ordered to drag out the folding tables and card chairs.

Annette directed me to leave the room when the girls changed into
pajamas after dinner.  I co-operated, biding my time in the upstairs
guest room that also housed my computer table.  I was checking email
with the door mostly shut when there was a light tap.  "Come in."

It was Jaqi in white flannel PJs, the top only half-buttoned.  Her tan
was complete on all of the exposed skin running from her neck down, in
stark contrast to the white outfit.  No bikini marks for her that I
could see.  Perhaps she'd worn a very skimpy swimsuit.  "So, how does it
feel to be in the minority?"

I was the only male in the house.  A split-second fantasy of all the
young women coming at me, naked, hungry for sex, flashed through my
brain.  My cock twitched.  "Fine, as long as you all don't gang up on
me."

"Well, if the young ladies decide to attack, I'll protect you."  She
leaned over and gave me a hug.  In the process, her pajama top billowed
open and naked breast presented itself in profile.  Shit, it was round
and uplifted with a high perched nipple.

I wanted to rip open her top, grab her breasts, suck those nipples -. 
Damn it!  She was my buddy Smith's daughter.  I couldn't do that,
because if he found out, I'd be dead.  I dragged my eyes from the sight.
 When she stood erect, the peek-a-boo boob vanished.  "Thanks.  I'll
hold you to that."

After Annette called an 'all clear', I stomped down stairs, avoiding the
third step from the bottom.  Too bad, but none of the young women wore
any kind of lingerie.  Not surprising for late fall, considering that
warmth at night was an issue.  My eyes easily found Stephi, wearing
iridescent turquoise top and pants.

The girls were still digesting their food - not a slice of pizza was
left over - so jumping around to music was inadvisable.  Annette set up
the guests for the girly activities of make-up and nail polish.  The
odor of the bright paints was quite obnoxious, so I returned to my
computer den of solitude.  I must have dozed off in my chair because I
woke up with a shoulder shake.

It was Stephi, looking more like twenty than sixteen.  Amazing what a
bit of makeup, skillfully applied, can do.  "Come on down, Mr. Marcus,
you have to play with me."

Huh?  If she meant that literally, she could have just plopped onto my
lap.  We certainly didn't need an audience to mess around.  I tried to
craft a reply that reminded her she was still a minor.

Before I could say anything, she continued, "We're picking teams for
charades."

I breathed a sigh of relief although my cock didn't deflate.  She was
just too sexy.  I followed her downstairs.  She stepped on that dreaded
third stair, which announced our arrival with a loud groan, as if the
wooden step was in pain.  The carpet guys had promised to repair it
before installing the new rugs, and then forgot, so anyone stepping
there causes the sound.  "Sorry."

Stephi led me to her team, but Annette came over in a huff.  "This is a
game for the girls, not grown-ups."

Stephi frowned as I walked to the sidelines and leaned against the
rectangular arch separating the living room from the front foyer.

It was entertaining to watch the girls attempting to give clues without
talking.  Jaqi acted as referee, pointing when a girl violated the
rules.  Several of them did the charades gesture and then said stuff
like "two syllables" and "movie title."  Every time Jaqi raised her arm
to call out an error, I got a tit shot, which was against a different
set of rules.  I almost prayed that the young women would make mistakes
so I could sneak peeks at Jaqi's tits.

When it was Stephi's turn to act out, she held the answer in her hand,
seemingly puzzled about how to act it out.  "I need to ask a friend." 
She ran over for a conference and put her hand on my back.  She
whispered, "How do I do this?" in my ear.  Our heads were so close I
could smell her breath, sweetened after pizza by some spearmint flavor. 
My hand touched her back, putting us in a two-person huddle.  My fingers
detected no bra.  She pushed her back against my hand.  The answer was
'Titanic', which won an Academy Award when Stephi was only two.  I
suggested 'tie' as in bowtie, 'tan' as in tanning lotion and 'ice' done
by holding her nose indicating a bad odor.  I couldn't help but rub her
back as I gave her my hints.  She hunched her back as I rubbed.

She did I had suggested.  When she raised her arms to demonstrate tying
a bow tie, her nipples poked at the front of her sleep shirt.  She made
all kinds of bends and twists as she pretended to put tanning lotion all
over her body.  She could have just pointed to Jaqi's skin, I suppose. 
She didn't have to make a funny face because one of her teammates
guessed it from just 'tie-tan.'  Stephi ran over, exuberant, and gave me
a coach’s hug.  I hugged her back, pressing her close.  Annette watched
with arms folded, so I broke off the cuddle.

The opposing team took their turn.  Stephi stood on the sidelines in
front of me and jeered her opponents.  When she leaned forward to shout
another catcall, her butt came backwards.  I touched her shoulder in
self-defense, to maintain a buffer zone.  I didn't want any accidental
butt to groin rubbing like before.  Instead, she stood straight, reached
back and dragged her fingers over my crotch.  My hips jerked, trapping
her hand between my groin and her ass. Although she didn't take hold of
my erection she traversed the entire length. Why was she doing this to
me? And more importantly, could I return the favor and not get caught by
the ever-vigilant Annette?  I put my free hand on one buttock and
squeezed. She went up on tippy toes, hollering for her opponent to miss
the movie title: one word, three syllables.

The title went unguessed. "It's Lolita!" the player moaned.

Stephi turned and faced me. "I would have rubbed myself against you and
given you a big kiss as a clue," she whispered.

The girls were still chatty and animated, but iron-fisted Annette
announced the end of frivolity, time to pretend to wind down and sleep. 
I expected the girls would chat quietly for at least another hour. 
Annette chose the couch instead of the guest bedroom, which put her in
the thick of the young women like a shepherd guarding her flock.  I was
relegated to my bedroom.  The good news was that I had a private space.
The bad news was that I was one floor up and at the opposite end of the
house from the seventeen young women.  I approached the staircase while
watching Stephi bend over to spread out her sleeping bag.  What a great
ass.  She was only sixteen, but she had a woman's hips.  At the bottom
of the stairs, I got a goodnight hug from Jaqi.  She pressed herself
close.  She topped it off with a long, firm kiss of my cheek.  For a
fraction of a second, I thought about inviting Jaqi up to my bedroom. 
'Just to chat' would have been the excuse.  I decided against.  The
temptation to get physical instead of verbal would have been too strong.
 I could never think of doing anything with Jaqi.  Smith would have my
cock lopped off.  Besides, Annette probably would have vetoed the idea.

All heads turned when the third step took my weight and groaned.  I
waved good night.  Stephi blew me a kiss.  I changed into a t-shirt and
boxer-style sleeping shorts.  With layers of a sheet and comforter, I'd
be warm enough.  I dropped off after accepting the fact that I wouldn't
be able to effectively masturbate without risk of exposure.

I fell asleep rather quickly.  In a dream, which I recalled later, I was
in a chair, nude.  Jaqi, her body uniformly tan and naked, held me from
behind.  What a body!  In front of me, tall Stephi danced in her
turquoise pus, toying with her pants until they slipped down her long
shapely legs.  She shook her butt in my direction.  Her ass was round
and flawless.  She played with her panties, rocking them up and down her
hips like a seesaw, and then slid them down inch by inch.  Moisture
dripped from her pussy.  My cock strained towards her, yearning for
contact.  Jaqi held me back, taunting me, telling me how tight and moist
Stephi was.  Stephi laid on a bed, her thighs separated, her pussy
awaiting my cock, but I couldn't break free from Jaqi's grasp.  Stephi
probed her pussy with two fingers, jerking her hips off the mattress.  I
was held immobile, unable to fulfill my desires.  Without stopping the
hip thrusts, she slid her hands up and tore open her blouse.  Just as
two succulent round tits were exposed, Jaqi let go and whispered, "Take
her."  I leaped forward, jumped onto Stephi's body and plunged my cock
into her, the whole length at once.  Stephi shrieked and threw her legs
over my back.  That one stroke was all I needed.  She flailed with a
body-wrenching orgasm as I blasted cum deep inside.

I woke with a shake.  Stephi standing next to the bed.  She knelt down. 
"I snuck away."

Nothing like hearing the obvious.  She must have avoided noisy stair
three.  I didn't know how to respond.

"Did you like touching me?  'Cause I liked being touched.  Could you
touch me some more?"

I snaked my arm from beneath the covers, swung my arm behind her, and
took one buttock in my grasp.  "You mean like this?"

She purred.

"Move back."  I pulled off the covers and swung my feet off the bed. 
"Now stand up."

She turned her back to me.  With my hands rubbing her ass cheeks, my
thumbs ended up in the area between her thighs.  She swayed side to
side, as if to increase the depth of my probing.  This was dangerous
territory, but women's pussies always are.  She put her thumbs in the
waistband of her sleeping pants.  Was she really going to pull them
down?  And what would I do if she exposed her - shit; she dropped her
pants and gathered the top above her waist.  No panties.  Her skin was
warm and smooth to my touch.  She bent a bit, forcing her ass closer.  I
could smell her excitement.  Out of pure curiosity, I pulled her
buttocks apart. Her labia peeked out from the shadows of her crotch. My
thumbs grazed the pussy lips. She was wet.  I was considering what my
next move would be, if any, when she turned and dropped to her knees.

"I want to touch you back."  Her fingers groped my sleep boxers and
retrieved my erection.  "Oh my God!  It's awesome."

"Thanks."  I wanted to add, 'It's all yours' but I wasn't sure how
serious Stephi wanted to get.  Besides, I reminded myself she was
underage despite how she looked.

Her face moved closer. Her clock radio-lit lips kissed my cock.  Her
small fingers held it tentatively as if her action were forbidden. They
were, but I was well past any previous behavioral boundaries. Her mouth
opened. I held my breath.  She sucked at the head as if it was a
Popsicle.  God, her lips and tongue were heavenly. I had to restrain my
hips from bucking and sending my cock into her unprepared throat.  I
also knew that I'd be unable to stifle a shout of ecstasy if I came in
her mouth. And getting caught by Annette with a wilted cock dangling in
front if Stephi with jizz on her lips had to be avoided at all costs.  I
coaxed Stephi to her feet.  She took that as a direction to climb into
bed and lay down on top of me. That's not what I intended but it was a
pleasant happenstance.  She held my face and kissed my eyes, nose, ears
and mouth. I was kissing the mouth that had given my cock so much
pleasure.  Speaking of which, it was nestled between her bare thighs
bouncing against her juicy bare pussy. I had no intention of sticking it
in.  Well maybe the thought crossed my mind.  Like every time it made
physical contact.  I returned my hands to her ass making sure my cock
kept bouncing against thigh or labia.

"We can do it," she whispered.

My hands stopped groping her ass.  "Huh?"

"I'm not a virgin."  She whispered it in a matter-of-fact tone.

This was amazing. This sexy sixteen year old has already had sex?  I
wasn't to be the first defiler?  Perhaps I was not the seducer but the
seduce.  I rubbed my cock along her labia.  As my mind contemplated the
uncomplicated task of tilting my cock to enter her vagina and fulfill
what I was coming to think of as our shared destiny, I heard a groan. 
The third step groan of agony. "Quick, into the bathroom."

Our master bath had two doors; one to the bedroom and another to the
upstairs hallway. Stephi slid off me, pulled up her pants and skittled
into the bathroom. I rolled over, my back to the closed door, pulled up
the covers and pretended to be asleep.  I heard two voices, Stephi's and
Annette's. Though they were trying to speak softly, I could make our
enough to know Stephi was getting scolded for using one of the upstairs
bathrooms.

Next morning, Annette asked, "None of the girls disturbed you, did
they?"

"Nope.  Slept like a baby."  And by disturbing some delightful organ
rubbing, she'd prevented me from giving Stephi one.

Annette gathered the guests for cold cereal and fruit breakfast.  Like
the previous night, they sat all around the living room, while chatty
morning news shows acted like white noise to their animated
conversations.  Stephi glanced up at me once in a while with a forlorn
expression.

Jaqi exited the bathroom, dressed just as she'd arrived.  "That was an
impressive show of will-power, Marcus."

I wanted Jaqi to say it, not just imply it.  "What do you mean?"  It had
been, hadn't it?  Jaqi didn't know the half of it.  I could have pierced
Stephi, given our horizontal position.  In the dream, Jaqi had been an
assistant to constrain my lust, at least until Stephi's tits went on
display.

"These under aged girls must have been very tempting for a sexual guy
like you.  But a mature woman would be a better fit."  She gave me a
quick kiss on my lips.  "And you'd fit better."  With that, she strutted
out the front door.  Shit, had that been an offer?  She wasn't really
much older than Annie's other friends.

Almost in the sequence they arrived, the girls all left.  Stephi gave me
a distant hug.  "Thanks for having me."

I hadn't, but just barely.  I breathed a sigh of relief that there was
still at least one sexual boundary intact, even if Stephi's virtue
wasn't.  But she'd arrived here in that condition.

Annette gathered up her things and packed her suitcase.  "I should
probably leave now, before Harriett gets back."

Too late.  Harriett drove up before Annette had her coat on.  I opened
the door to a smiling wife.

"Hello, hello, hello."  Harriett was friendly, as least as friendly as
Harriett gets that I've witnessed.

After one glance at Annie, Annette greeted Harriett with scorn bordering on 
hostility.  "You should have been here for your daughter's party.  I don't 
care how sick your father was.  You had responsibilities!"  Then why had 
she agreed to chaperone?  Very strange.  Without so much as a good-bye, 
Annette stormed out of the house.

"Was she that way the whole time?  Poor Arnold!"  Harriett's smile had returned.

"How is your father, anyway?"

"False alarm.  He thought it was cardiac, but it was digestive.  
The doctors prescribed some acid blockers or something to deal with his 
reflux.  It was nice to spend some time with my brother, though."  
Harriett wandered from the front hall into the living room, head turning 
like Sherlock Holmes searching for clues.

"That's nice. I'm glad your father isn't-"

"What's all this?  Harriett posed in front of the gift pile.
Annie scampered down the stairs, jumping from step four.  "Hi, Mamma. 
See all the neat stuff I got?"

Harriett looked at the stack of gifts and clucked her tongue.  "Garbage.
 Nothing here that suits you."

"But Momma, I like my presents."

"Then I'll need to teach you to have some taste."  Harriett instructed
Annie to load all the gifts in the trunk of her car.  "We'll be gone for
a while.  Clean up this mess."

"What mess?"  Honestly, the place looked pretty clean to me.

"For one thing, the pizza party garbage is stacked on the kitchen
counter.  I see crumbs everywhere.  Bowls and glasses need washing, the
rug needs vacuuming.  It looks like all you did was eat.  I can leave
you by yourself for a couple of hours, can't I?"

"Sure."  Did she think I'd get into some kind of trouble?  The girls had
all departed.  The only thing I might have done was masturbate to the
memories of Jaqi's mammaries, or the images and feelings of Stephi in my
mind.

After I heard Harriett's car depart, I plopped onto the couch. 
Vacuuming and dusting, washing and recycling scattered pop cans and
bagging up the empty pizza boxes wasn't my idea of fun.  I walked
through the living room, gathering the remnant items.  Tucked under the
dining room table was Stephi's suitcase.  She'd left it behind.  On
purpose?

The doorbell rang.  It was Stephi. "Back so soon?" I asked.  I tried to
keep from drooling.

"Hi.  Yeah, I left my overnight bag."

"I found it."

She didn't ask for an invitation to come in.  She shut the door behind
her.  "I asked my mom to drop me off so I could help clean up and get my
bag.  Is Annie here?"

"No, she and her mother are on a mission to return all of the gifts."

"Even mine?"  She looked betrayed.

What did she get Annie? "My wife was quite firm."  Looking at Stephi, so
was I.  "Listen, about last night-"

"You're not sorry, are you?  That we touched and got undressed and
stuff?"

"Oh no.  I'm not sorry at all."  I began my wife-mandated cleanup.  "Are
you sorry?"  I grabbed a couple of soda cans.

"Oh, gosh no.  It was awesome and really special."  Stephi joined in. 
Four hands were better than two, especially if they're touching naked
flesh.  Which we weren't.

"We went further than I expected, that's all.  You're just so young."  I
headed for the kitchen, to rinse out the cans before recycling them.

Stephi followed close behind.  "Yeah, but I got you all hot and
bothered.  Just so you know, you did the same to me.  It felt awesome. 
It was lame that the old bag came looking for me."

Annette wasn't all that old, but perhaps in comparison to her mother's
age-

Stephi put down the cans she'd collected and approached.  "Did you like
my dancing?  Is that what got you excited?"

I finished my cans and started on Stephi's.  "Yes, that's what started
it."

Stephi's tick-tock hips had wound my clock and inflated my cock.  In a
repeat performance, this time without music, Stephi slowly gyrated her
hips, thrusting her pelvis with each sway.  "Like this?"  She ran her
hands up and down her torso, hugging the curves of her hips and her
tummy just below her breasts.

I nodded vigorously.

"Could you touch me again.  You know, on my butt?"

She spun around and bent slightly.  I reached forward and ran my hands
over the round surfaces.

"Wait, I'll make it easier."  She unsnapped her jeans and pulled them to
her knees.  Her panties were purple.

My hands approached the target, but there were picture windows in the
living room that could see all the way into the kitchen.  "We shouldn't
do this down here."

In a flash, she shucked her pants and ran up to my bedroom, stepping
hard on step three.  When I got upstairs, she was bouncing on the balls
of her feet in anticipation.  I stood in front of her and pressed her
body against mine, holding her ass cheeks in the process.  She wiggled
her hips a bit against my captive erection.  "You really like this too."

"Uh huh."

She pulled back.  "Let's get nakie from the waist down, like last night.
 You can see my tweedledum."

Strange name for her coochie.  I'd really enjoyed the foreplay with her.
 As long as we didn't actually couple as a couple, I was okay with
touching.  She faced away, giving me the honors of taking off her
panties.  Her cheeks were like two huge grapes.  Grape.  Rape?  I
couldn't do that.  Not with an under aged girl, no matter how hot she
was, or how hot I got.  There was a lesson to be learned from my dream,
where Jaqi forced me to maintain my distance.  I had will power.  Just
like in the dream, I could be strong and resist as long as Stephi kept
her top on.  Stephi's panties remained bunched just below those full,
round ass cheeks.

"I want to do stuff.  Don't you?"  Her voice was the raspy purr of a cat
in heat.

I decided I could use my tongue between her legs and satisfy her that
way.  Then she'd leave and I could spurt all over the bathroom wall. 
"Lay down and I'll make you feel really good."

She jumped into bed, panties high on her thighs.  I slipped them down
her legs and off.  With her legs willingly spread, I moved in for oral
stimulation.  I tested her labia with my tongue, running the length. 
She swayed her hips side to side.  "Oh Mr. Marcus, why are you teasing
me?"

I lifted my head.  "Doesn't it feel good?"

"Oh yeah!  But aren't you going to put it in?"

If she meant my prick, she'd be waiting a long time.  But she wanted
penetration, and I could do that.  First I nibbled.  Her squirming was
more frantic, her breathing faster.  I slipped my tongue inside, tasting
her.  Pungent and sweet.  Short yips accompanied fast breathing as I
tested the firmness of her entrance.  Yes, she was capable of taking a
cock.  Just not mine.  Was her top still on?  Good, I was still in
control with a virtual Jaqi holding me back.  Stephi pushed my face
against her pussy, her thighs tight against my ears.  With her ass
hovering above the sheets, she emitted a deep groan like step three. 
She'd had an orgasm.  Great, I'd been successful!

I stood back.  Stephi wasn't done.  "You've got me so hot.  I can't
stand it!"  She strummed her fingers across her cunt, rubbing hard.  Her
hips danced.  Then she plunged one digit into her pussy.  She finger
fucked herself for a minute, then increased the penetration to two. 
"Please, Mr. Marcus, I'm dying over here.  I want you.  Please, I'm so
hot."   She wailed and arched her back.

I held my ground, and then noticed I was stroking my prick in rhythm to
her finger fucks.  "Finish up.  Go on, make yourself feel good."  I
pretended that Jaqi was there, holding me back.

"But you'd make me feel better.  I just know it."  She plunged her
fingers in and out.  They made a squishy noise from her wetness.  "God,
I'm sweating."  And with that, she tugged her shirt upwards.  The
stomach was completely exposed.

"Don't take your shirt off!" I held my ground while I pistoned my penis.

The commanding voice startled her.  She sat up, legs spread like a frog,
her fingers still diddling.  "Why not?"  She was panting.

How could I explain that in my dream, seeing her breasts was the trigger
event, that seeing her fully nude would be too much to handle? 
"Because-"

"Because you think they're too small, is that it?  You haven't seen them
to judge."

"It's not your breasts.  I expect they're fine.  It's just that-"

"You don't have to guess-"  With one tug, her shirt was history, strewn
on the floor with her other clothes.  No bra.  Her two pointy breasts
were scud missiles aimed directly at my self-control. They made a direct
hit.  My imaginary Jaqi vanished.  My cock pointed the way.  I leapt
forward and threw my body onto hers.  She grabbed my erection and rubbed
it against her labia until it slid past.  Without hesitation, I jammed
my hips forward as my mouth surrounded one nipple tipped missile.

"Ohhhhhhhh shit!"

My dick was about half way in. She was tight for someone who'd had sex
before. Almost virgin tight. I sucked the other tit, massaging the
nipple with my tongue. She writhed against me belly to belly. I snuck
deeper, but hardly a stealth attack.

"God oh God you're really doing it. You're fucking me. Oh God you're
making me - making my first time awesome."

I held my position.  "First time?  I thought you said you weren't a
virgin."

"Oh God. I've done myself. You know, with a pencil and a carrot."

Damn.  Another virgin and underage to boot.  But the damage was done.
"Well, now I'm doing you proper."  I heaved in and out, stretching her
narrow grotto.

She raised her hips to meet my thrusts.  "I'm fucking. I'm really
fucking."

"We're really fucking.  Tilt your pelvis."

"Huh?"

"Your hips. Tilt your hips."

"Like this?  Oh shit.  You're going deeper.  I'm tight aren't I?   Am I
good?"

"You're awesome." I borrowed her word.  Her tits demanded attention, the
nipples throbbing.  I attacked them again, drooling over their pointy
goodness.

"I'm not too small am I?"

I lunged in and out. This was a great fuck.  "No, you're stretching to
fit."

She held her pointy tits up for me to examine, as if I'd missed them. 
"I mean my tweedledees."

Tweedledum?  Tweedledees?  Is that how her parents described body parts?
 What did they call feet?  "Not at all."  I nibbled a nipple.  "In fact,
they were the tipping point."

"The titting point?"

"Yes.  Two pointed tits."

Stephi grunted.  "You're a little heavy on me."

"Want to try a different position?"

"Sure.  What do I do?"

I reluctantly withdrew. "Get on your hands and knees."

"Like this?"  She looked over her shoulder. Her ass was marvelous.

"Exactly.  Now hang on."  Her small breasts hung down like inverted
church spires.  I lined by cock up and took up residence in her warm
pussy.  My hands stroked across her ass up her sides. I tugged her tits
like a farmer milks a cow, firm even strokes that pulled blood to her
inflamed nipples.

"They're going to bust open if you keep doing that," she moaned.

I banged my hips against her ass, driving deep with each stroke. "You're
going to suck me off when I cum."

"I will?  Oh God yes. I'll take your prick in my mouth. I'll suck it
really good."

It was almost show time.  I pulled out, immediately missing the
delicious friction. "Turn over," I commanded.

She laid back supporting herself on her elbows. I scooched forward and
pumped my cock a few times to get me at the threshold. "Okay open up."

She closed her eyes and stuck put her tongue, mouth open.  She closed
her lips over the head as soon as it was within range.  "Okay now suck
it.  Suck it hard."

I tried not to push too hard but I was fucking her face just not down
her throat.  When I pinched her bloated nipples she moaned. The
vibration of her lips against my cock was so hot I repeated,
establishing a rhythm.  This was almost better than her pussy.  Almost. 
"Get ready."

She hummed a response.

That was all it took.  Cum flowed through my cock into her waiting
mouth.  After the first two spurts, she pulled back.  The subsequent
jets hit her chest.  She startled but then scooped the goo from her
chest and slurped it up.  "I can't believe it!  I had sex with Annie's
dad."

"Neither can I."

As Stephi got dressed, I wondered if there were any boundaries I
wouldn't cross, and what sexual escapades awaited me.

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###  An Original H M Tale  ###

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