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Archive name: First-1.txt (mf,oral,pedo)
Authors name: Aprille (Aprille77@aol.com)
Story Title : Annie's Dad - Part 1
Sept. 1998

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Annie's Dad
by Aprille

First Contact
=============

A friend and I were talking about our "firsts"
and she loved my story. So I thought I would try and
write it out for anyone who wanted to read it. This
is my true story. It's up to you whether or not you
believe it. It happened over 2 years, from when I was
12 to 14 years old. I still miss my best friend's
dad....

First Time - Part 1:

I lived next door to my best friend Annie. She
and I had known each other forever. I don't remember
a time that we didn't know each other. My home wasn't
real good. My father was an alcoholic and he and my
mother fought a lot, so I spent a lot of time at
Annie's house. She had 4 sisters and 4 brothers, so
one more kid around didn't matter. One secret I never
told her was that I had a crush, not on one of her
brothers, but on Annie's dad. He was tall, very
strong, darkly tanned and always had time to play with
us.

My body matured and developed so quickly when I
was growing up that I had very pale stretch marks on
the sides of my breasts and hips. In one year I went
from a child's body to having a 36-24-34 woman's body.
A lot of kids at school teased me because I looked so
different from all the other kids. Sometimes I would
come home and cry in front of the mirror. I didn't
see a young girl with long red hair and hazel eyes who
looked almost 6 years older than she really was. I saw
an ugly freak who couldn't find blouses that would stay
buttoned in front. But I was also fascinated by all the
new curves in my body and used to explore them every
night when I went to bed. I would close my eyes and
rub my hands slowly over my body. When my nipples got
hard, I would pinch them and loved the way it made me
feel between my legs. But I would never, never touch
myself "down there". I went to a Catholic School and
the nuns always warned us never to touch ourselves be-
cause it was a very bad sin and God would punish us.
Sounds dumb now, I know, but to a kid... nuns were very
scary.

Annie's family had a swimming pool. Not a real
big one, but I loved it. Her dad taught us all how to
swim. That is kinda where it all started.....

One day, a few months before I turned 13, we
were in the pool, Annie, her dad and me. He was trying
to teach us how to swim on our backs. Annie went first
and learned pretty quickly (she was always better than
me at sports). Then her mom called her in the house to
help with getting dinner ready for her little brothers
and sisters, she was the oldest girl, so she had to
help her mom a lot with the other kids.

Annie's dad's name was Bob. He let me call him
that when no one else was around and I always thought
it was really cool being able to call an adult by his
first name. When Annie went in the house, Bob told me
it was my turn to learn how to swim on my back. I went
over to him and he said for me to lay down on my back
in the water and he would hold me up.

I should tell you that my bathing suit was real-
ly small cause it was an old one and when I laid down,
it just barely covered my nipples. I felt Bob's hands
on me when I laid down in the water. He put one hand
under my back, with his fingers curled around me, al-
most touching the side of my left tit. His right hand
was under my butt.

As he held me up in the water, I could feel his
fingers making their way between my legs. My bathing
suit bottoms were really small too and were riding up
my ass, so his fingers were almost touching my bare
skin. It felt really good having his hands on me. I
closed my eyes and brought my legs close together so
he couldn't pull his hand away. He started moving his
fingers between my legs, OH GOD ... it felt so good.
But then Annie came running out of the house to ask if
I could have dinner and sleep over, and Bob pulled me
to my feet and let go of me.

That night, after dinner, we all stayed up late
to watch a movie on TV. I fell asleep on the couch in
my nightie. Annie had so many people who lived in her
house that it wasn't unusual for people to just crash
and sleep where ever they were, so she went to bed and
left me on the couch.

I woke up during the night feeling so hot and
wet between my legs. I wasn't really awake yet, so I
didn't open my eyes. I felt something rubbing me
through my panties right between my legs. Then I felt
a hand pulling down the elastic band, easing my panties
over my hips. I didn't want the fingers between my
legs to stop moving, but then I got scared cause I
started feeling so wet down there.

I didn't know what was happening. I squirmed
around a little and made noises like I was waking up.
I felt the hands leave me and heard someone moving
away. When I opened my eyes, the only person in the
living room with me was Bob, and he was watching TV.

I went into the bathroom. At first I was scared
cause of the warnings from the nuns all those years,
but I couldn't forget how good it felt to have his
fingers rubbing me. I went to Annie's room and spent
the rest of the night there.

The whole week after that, I couldn't forget how
good it felt when Bob touched me. I caught him looking
at me a couple of times, probably wondering if I knew
that he had touched me while I was sleeping. The next
Saturday I slept over again. But this time, I wanted
to know what it would feel like to have him touch me
without my panties between his fingers and me. I
brought over my short nightie that buttoned all the way
down the front and took my panties off when I was in
the bathroom brushing my teeth before we went to bed.

Again, we watched a movie, but this time I pre-
tended to fall asleep on the couch. I heard everyone
go to bed when the movie was over, but I knew Bob was
still there because no one turned the TV off. I rolled
onto my back and bent my left leg a little so it rested
against the back of the couch and slightly spread my
legs.

I opened my eyes just barely enough to see him.
The room was dark except for the light from the TV. He
sat on the floor next to the couch and looked at my
face to see if I was sleeping. I kept really still
cause I wanted to see if he would touch me again. He
seemed to be satisfied that I was asleep. He very
gently reached over and started to pull the hem of my
nightie up. I held my breath wondering if he would say
anything when he saw I wasn't wearing panties.

My body had developed quickly, but I still
didn't have a lot of pubic hair. Only a few copper
colored curls to match my red hair, you could still
see my bare skin through the soft curls. I could feel
the nightie slowly being pulled over my thighs. When
I felt the cool air touch my bare pussy I heard Bob
groan "Oh God Damn".

I was really scared now that he would get mad
at me for not wearing panties. I watched his face,
keeping my eyes closed to slits, to see if he was
angry. I saw him bend over and felt his hot breath
on my pussy lips. He softly kissed me... RIGHT THERE!!
Between my legs... I couldn't believe it. I didn't
know men did that.

I waited for him to straighten up... I wanted
to see his face... see if he liked kissing me there.
But he remained bent over my pussy. Then I felt some-
thing warm and wet gently parting my pussy lips.

That was when I realized that he was licking me
with his tongue. I couldn't help letting out a little
moan... it felt sooooo good.

He froze, with his tongue still in my pussy.
When I didn't move, he probed deeper and then I
couldn't stay still, I had to spread my legs further
apart. It was like a jolt of pure pleasure. I didn't
realize at the time that he had touched my clit. He
looked up at my face again to determine whether or not
I was still sleeping. Then I heard him unbuckling his
belt and unzipping his pants.

He whispered to me "Baby, are you awake?"

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him.
Fearful he would be angry because I was awake and
scared he would stop what he was doing.

He looked at me and said "I have wanted to kiss
your sweet pussy for a long time. Did you like it?"

I whispered back, "it felt really good, will you
do it again?"

He smiled at me and lowered his head to my pussy
again.

He said he would lick me there again, but I had
to be really quiet so we didn't wake anyone.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone about
us. If anyone finds out, I could get in a lot of
trouble. But I just had to taste you, you looked and
smelled so sweet and fresh. I kept telling myself that
you are my daughter's friend and I should leave you
alone. But shit baby, you grew up so God damn fast and
turned out to be such a beauty. I have to have you."
He whispered to me.

"I promise I won't tell anyone. But please
touch me again." I begged.

I didn't have to pretend to be asleep anymore,
so I bent my left leg more and let my right leg drop
over the side of the couch. This spread my legs wide
and separated my pussy lips. He looked up at me and
smiled when I did that.

He said, " boy, you really did like it, didn't
you?"

I bit my lip and nodded my head.

He said "OK Baby, I know what you want." Then
he leaned over and began to lick my clit.

IT FELT SO GOOD!!!! I couldn't keep my hips
still. I started lifting them up, trying to get him
closer to me. The feeling just kept building inside
of me. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I
never wanted him to stop licking me. He put one hand
on my tummy to try and hold me still so he could tongue
my clit faster. He started to rub his other finger
between my legs getting it wet with the juices coming
from deep inside me. He warned me again to keep quiet
when I moaned slightly. Then I felt him slowly push
his finger inside my wet hole and start to gently
finger fuck me. It felt like I was exploding with the
feelings he was creating. He started groaning, "that's
it Baby, cum for me. Oh God Baby you taste so fucking
good." I felt like a white hot bomb went off deep in-
side me and I came so hard I had to bite down on my
hand to keep quiet. I didn't know that I had just had
the first orgasm of my life.

I looked down and saw him still gently licking
my pussy. I could see his tongue was covered with
something translucent white and creamy looking. He
took his finger from inside me, rubbed it against my
lips and told me to suck on it to see how good I
tasted.

I took his finger in my mouth and sucked and
licked it. It tasted warm and creamy, sweet and salty
at the same time. He smiled at me and told me I had
the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted. I moved my
right leg slightly and it brushed up against something.
Bob groaned and grabbed my leg. He told me to stay
still or he would cum all over the couch.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He took my hand
and put it on his cock. It was the first time I had
touched a man's cock. I was surprised at how satiny
soft the skin felt covering it. It was such a contrast
to how hard and hot it was.

"Can I see it?" I asked.

He backed away slightly from the couch. I look-
ed down and saw it, so hard, dark pinkish red with some
clear drops glistening at the tip. I ran my fingertips
along its full length. I quickly pulled my hand away
when it surprised me as it seemed to move and jump on
its own.

"It's okay baby," Bob quietly said. "That just
means I like what you are doing. You don't have to
touch me. In fact, maybe you shouldn't. I don't have
a lot of control right now."

I looked up at him, not knowing what to do next.
He smiled at me and started playing with my long red
hair. I looked at his cock again. It looked so hard
and strong. It reminded me of when Bob and his sons
were putting in the pool. None of them had worn
shirts, and I could see their muscles ripple and strain
as they worked in the hot sun. I reached out again and
gently grasped it with my hand. I could feel the
strength contained in it, and the heat radiating from
it. I started getting curious about how sensitive it
was and if it gave Bob as much pleasure as my pussy
gave me. I remembered how good it felt when he licked
me, so I leaned over and licked at the drops leaking
from the hole at the tip with my tongue.

I felt him shudder and gently grab my hair to
hold me there. He slowly pushed his cock towards me.
I glanced up and saw he was watching me. My mouth was
open; I was licking the head of his cock like it was a
Tootsie Roll Pop. When he pressed it against me, I
felt the head of it slide into my mouth. I enclosed
it with my lips and started sucking on it, pulling it
in and out of my mouth like I did when I wanted to get
to the Tootsie Roll Center. I remembered that the
hard candy wore down faster if I rubbed my tongue
against it when I took it in and out of my mouth, so
I started doing that to the head of his cock.

I heard Bob groan and his cock seemed to get
bigger and start to throb. I started to wonder if he
was beginning to feel the incredible sensation I had
felt when Bob licked my pussy. I was surprised to
feel more and more of his cock slide into my mouth
with each thrust.

Then Bob grabbed my hair and pumped faster and
deeper. "Oh God, I'm cumming." he said, then I tasted
hot fluid deep in my throat. I knew he was feeling
what I had experienced earlier and he had licked all
of my juice from me, so I wanted to drink all of his.
I tried to swallow it, but it was shooting out too
hard and too fast. Some of it went on my cheeks and
in my hair. His motions slowed and he started cares-
sing my hair. He pulled his cock from my mouth and
lifted my face to his and kissed me. His tongue
parted my lips and explored my open, wet mouth.

"Thank you Baby. You didn't have to do that,
but I loved it." He said to me softly. "Just remember.
This is our special secret. You can't tell anyone,
not even Annie."

I smiled, happy that I had pleased him. "You
made me feel so good, I wanted to do the same for you."
I answered.

He hugged me when I asked, "Can we do this
again?"

He chuckled and whispered we would do it again,
and much, much more. We heard his oldest son's car
pulling in the driveway. He pulled me off the couch,
playfully slapped my butt and told me to put my panties
on, clean up my face and hair, and get to bed. I gave
him one more kiss and hug, went into the bathroom and
cleaned up then and curled up in bed in Annie's room,
dreaming about what Bob meant by "much, much more".


continued... in Part 2


Archive name: First-2.txt (mf,pedo,beast)
Authors name: Aprille (Aprille77@aol.com)
Story Title : Annie's Dad - Part 2
Sept. 1998

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Annie's Dad
by Aprille


This is the second part of the story of my best
friend's dad and me. A friend and I were comparing
"firsts" one night and she loved the story of my best
friend's dad and me so much she helped me to write it
up as a text file.....Hope you like it.



Home Alone
==========

For those of you who don't have part 1, Annie
was my best friend. She lived with her family next
door to me. We were closer than sisters. I spent
almost every Friday and Saturday night sleeping over
at her house. She had a lot of brothers and sisters
so one more didn't make any difference. This made
things easy for Bob (Annie's dad) and I. In part 1
I told about the time I slept over and had oral sex
with Bob for the first time. I was a few months away
from being 13, with a woman's 36-24-34 body from a
tremendous growth spurt the year before... Bob loved
my body...

The week after Bob first made me cum by licking
my pussy was hard for me. I was so hot and wet all the
time from thinking about what he did to me, that it was
hard to think about anything else. And remembering how
good his cock tasted and felt in my mouth, and how
incredible it felt when he exploded and shot his hot
cum down my throat, made it even harder to get through
the week to Friday night when I could sleep over again
at Annie's. Our weekend overnight sessions went on for
2 months until school started. Then things started to
change...

One day Bob told me to pretend to be sick so my
mom would let me stay home from school. Both of my
parents worked, so if I stayed home I would be all
alone. So the next morning, I pretended to be sick.

After my mom and dad left for work, Bob came to
the back door and I Iet him in. All his kids were in
school and his wife was shopping for the day. So we
had the whole day to ourselves... this had never
happened before.

Bob had the day off from work because he had
worked so much overtime. He came in my house and
grabbed me and kissed me hard. "Finally," he said,
"A whole day to play with my little darlin'." His
hand reached down and pressed firmly against my pussy
through my nightie, laughing when he saw that his
finger had pushed my nightie between my pussy lips
and it stayed there because I wasn't wearing any
panties and I was already wet. "Ummmm" he moaned,
"Oh baby, I love it when you get so wet."

My nipples were hardening against the soft
nylon and lace and he bent down and took one in his
mouth, sucking on it right though the cool fabric.
The contrast of his hot mouth and the cool nylon on
my nipple made me whimper and hold his head close to
me.

He picked me up and carried me into the living
room. It was the only room in the house that had long
heavy curtains that would prevent anyone from seeing
us. He still had never seen me completely naked be-
cause we always had to be so careful not to get caught
while at his house with his family sleeping so close
by.

Bob reached down and slowly pulled my nightie
up and off me. First he looked at my tits with my hard
nipples standing straight out. He cupped my tits in his
hands and rubbed his thumbs against my nipples, smiling
when my eyes closed and I moaned softly. He took one
hand and spread my legs slightly so he could slip his
finger inside me.

"Fuck baby, you are so wet you are dripping,"
he chuckled. He took his finger, covered with my
juice, and rubbed it on my nipples. Then he gave me
his finger to lick and suck my juice from while he
started to suck my nipples one by one. I have found
that I love the taste of cum, both his and mine, so
I didn't stop licking and sucking his finger until
every drop was gone.

"Please," I moaned, "Please lick my pussy. I
have to cum so bad."

"Oh no baby," he answered. "We are going to do
something new today. I swore that I would fuck your
sweet pussy and make you my own little baby slut today.
You want to be my very own slut to play with and fuck,
don't you baby?" Bob asked with a slight smile. He
had learned that I loved it when he talked "dirty" to
me. Swearing was so taboo in my house, I was punished
for even saying "Damn".

"Yes," I pleaded. "Please fuck me. I need you
to play with my cunt and fuck me."

"That's a good little baby girl. Now rub your
little tittes and nipples while I get undressed." He
ordered.

I started to rub my fingertips over my nipples
almost wincing from the sensation. They were so hard
and sensitive it almost hurt to touch them. Every time
I caressed my nipples and tits, my cunt would get wet-
ter. Soon my juice was dripping down my leg.

I had only seen Bob's cock at night with the TV
the only source of light in the room. I couldn't wait
to see all of him in daylight.

I watched intently as Bob unbuttoned his shirt
and pulled it off, my hands and fingers playing with
my tits as he had ordered. Then he unsnapped his jeans
and yanked them off, his cock springing free. I stared
at his cock. My mouth was starting to water as much as
my cunt was. I loved the taste and feel of his cock in
my mouth. He laughed when my tongue slowly licked my
lips.

"Oh no, none of that now, maybe later I'll let
you suck my cock. When it is covered with my cum, and
yours. Today, I'm going to fuck your wet cunt with my
cock and cum so hard in you that it will make you
scream."

"Please," I begged. "Please fuck me. I need
to cum so bad it hurts."

Bob took my hands from my tits and put them
around his neck. He lowered me to the soft carpeting
and looked deep into my eyes while pushing a finger
into my dripping cunt.

"Ohhhhh..." I moaned, closing my eyes.

"No baby, keep your eyes open. I want to watch
you while I fuck you. If you close your eyes I'll stop
fucking you."

"OK Bob, but please fuck me." I said as my hips
raised, trying to get more of his finger inside me.

"Call me daddy while I am fucking you baby."
Bob bent my knees and spread my legs far apart. He
took his cock and rubbed it against my cunt. Then he
took his fingers and parted my pussy lips so that he
could start to push his cock into me.

He had a pretty big cock, about 7 inches long
and so thick that I couldn't hold it with my fingertips
touching. He pushed his cock in and out of my hot, wet
cunt, sliding in deeper with each thrust.

"Please, please, please more daddy." I begged.

"OK Baby.... daddy's going to fuck you deep."
Then he pushed his cock in so hard, my ass slipped
slightly on the carpeting.

"DAAAADDDDY!" I cried out, feeling incredible
pleasure, but pain too. I had lost my virginity in a
fall off my bike, but the invasion of his cock into my
virgin cunt was a painful shock.

"Oh shit baby, you are so fucking tight." Bob
groaned while starting to slowly fuck me. He held my
head steady in his hands forcing me to meet his eyes
while he fucked my cunt. The pain quickly ebbed and
incredible pleasure took it's place. I started to
raise my hips to meet each of his thrusts. He smiled
and started to fuck me faster.

"Wrap your legs around my hips baby," he said.
I lifted my legs and put them around him, locking my
ankles together. "Oh fuck baby," he cried as he sank
in further.

I felt my orgasm building from deep inside me.
"I'm cumming daddy, I'm cumming." I groaned.

Bob increased his pace, fucking me harder and
faster. "Me too baby, me too!"

Suddenly I exploded, waves of incredible plea-
sure flooding my body while I screamed my relief. Bob
felt my cunt pulsating with my orgasm and he groaned
as he shot his cum so deep and hard into my cunt that
I could feel it splashing off the inside of my pussy.
He kept fucking me while my cunt milked every last drop
of his cum. He lowered his face to mine and gave me a
long, slow kiss.

"Oh baby, you are a good little slut for daddy."
he murmured against my lips.

"Mmmmm thank you daddy. I like being your slut."
I whispered teasing his lips with my tongue.

He slowly pulled his cock from my cunt. "No,
daddy!" I whimpered when his cock left me.

"That's ok baby, I'll fuck you again real soon."
He smiled.

"Mmmmm..." I smiled as he laid back on the car-
pet and held me close. I closed my eyes and dozed off.



Bob, Smokes and Me
==================

I slowly woke up, still held in Bob's arms.
I could hear him softly snoring beside me. I gently
disentangled myself from his arms and sat up. I looked
at him, laying there, completely nude, sound asleep.
His cock was limp, slumped over to one side. I had
never see it like that. Whenever I had seen it before,
it was hard and huge and ready for me to suck or fuck.
I couldn't believe how small it was! I could see the
remnants of our fucking on his cock. It was covered
with dried cum from both of us.

I leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock-
head, teasing it with my tongue, marveling over the
difference between the malleability of it now and the
rock hardness of before. I gingerly cupped his balls
in my hand while I moistened my open lips with my
tongue and rubbed them against his limp cock, trailing
my tongue along it's length. Mmmmm he tasted so good
with his cum and my cum on him. I opened my mouth and
gently took his limp penis into it. I started to soft-
ly rub my teeth against the head and nibble on it.

His cock started to jerk in my mouth and grow.
I wanted to see how hard I could get him before he woke
up. I encircled his growing column with my lips and
sucked on just the tip... he grew bigger and harder.
I started to tickle his balls with my nails while I
sucked on him. He gave a little groan and pushed his
hips up. I fucked his cock with my mouth, rubbing my
tongue along it with each stroke. He was soon so hard
it was difficult fitting all of him in my mouth.

He had taught me how to deep throat him weeks
ago, so I started relaxing my throat. I felt him slide
in deeper. I kept rubbing my tongue against him cause
I knew he loved it when I did that. I felt a hand
caressing my hair and I glanced up to see him watching
me with a sleepy smile on his face.

"That's it baby, suck daddy's cock like a good
little slut," he said to me. "No matter what happens,
don't stop sucking my cock unless I tell you to."

I slightly nodded my head and began to suck his
cock in earnest. It was getting me so hot, tasting
both his cum and mine on his cock. I looked up at him,
wanting to ask him to lick me, or play with my cunt,
but he was looking behind me at something, so I went
back to sucking him. I was leaning over him, holding
my weight up on one hand and my knees (the other hand
was still playing with his balls). I heard Bob pat the
rug a couple of times, but when I looked at him, he
just smiled at me.

Suddenly I felt something warm and wet at my
exposed ass and cunt. I tried to pull my mouth off Bob
and turn to see what it was when Bob put his hands in
my hair and held my head right where it was.

"Remember baby... keep sucking my cock no matter
what."

Then I felt something furry brush against my leg
and I heard the tinkling sound of my dog's license and
rabies tags on his collar. I realized that my dog had
come into the room. His full name was Smokin' Joe, but
we always called him Smokes. Smokes was a pure bred
mutt, a little bit of everything. He was a pretty big
dog, about the size of a Labrador (70-75 lbs), shiney
black fur with white markings on his chest, tummy and
nose. I started to relax because I had thought a per-
son had come in the room. But then I felt a wet dog
nose sniffing at my cunt and I started to get uneasy
again.

"Suck daddy's cock like a good little slut.
Trust me baby," Bob said as he held my head and
started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth.

Smokes began to gently lick my cunt. It felt
strange, different from when Bob licked me, but still
good.

"Spread your legs a little baby. Let him get a
good taste of your sweet wet pussy."

I obeyed, spreading my knees so my cunt was more
exposed to Smokes' probing tongue. As soon as I opened
myself more, Smokes started licking me stronger. His
mouth was so close to my cunthole I could feel the
breath coming from his nose. He started breathing
faster and pushed in so close I could feel the wetness
from his nose against my ass. Almost against my will
I started responding to Smokes' penetrating licks. I
started to rotate my hips slightly, unable to keep
still in growing excitement.

"Aww fuck baby, I can see his tongue fucking
your cunt." Bob moaned. "That's it baby. Suck me
off while your dog fucks you with his long tongue."

I moaned around Bob's cock while he pumped it
in and out of my mouth, faster, keeping in time with
Smokes' tongue fucking my cunt.

"Oh shit baby, that is so fucking hot. Suck
daddy's cock harder, I want to shoot my cum all over
you."

I could feel Bob's balls getting harder and I
knew he was going to cum soon. I could taste his pre-
cum and moved my mouth faster, wanting to feel and
taste his cum shooting down my throat. My juice was
starting to flow because I always get hot when I suck
Bob off and Smokes started licking faster, his tongue
was penetrating completely inside me now, like Bob's
cock had earlier. I could feel him licking the inner
walls of my pussy. Smokes' breath got shorter and he
was pressing his nose as close to me as he could so he
could get his tongue deep inside my cunt. Suddenly
Bob pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed me onto
my back on the carpet.

"Noooooo," I moaned. Needing to feel and taste
his cum. "Please Bob, I need you to cum in my mouth."

"Daddy, baby, remember, call me daddy when you
are being daddy's little slut." He reminded me while
he furiously stroked his hard cock with his hand. I
could see the head was getting darker and I knew he was
about to cum.

"Please daddy, please cum in my mouth." I
pleaded.

"Spread your legs wide baby, be a good little
girl and let Smokes lick your cunt."

I quickly complied, hoping this would push him
to let me finish sucking his cock. I brought my knees
up and spread my legs as wide as I could. Smokes
immediately laid down between my legs and started lick-
ing me harder than ever. "That's it baby, that's
daddy's good little slut. Let your dog fuck your pretty
wet cunt with his tongue." Bob moaned while watching
the dog's actions.

Bob's hand was working hard on his erection,
pumping it while staring at the dog's tongue going in
and out of my cunt. He groaned, went stiff and aimed
his cock at my wide open pussy. His cum shot out of
his cock right onto my pussy lips, some of it dribbling
down to where Smokes' tongue was fucking me. Bob came
again, shooting white pearly cum all over my tits and
belly.

In this position, Smokes wet doggie nose was
rubbing right up against my clit. As soon as Bob's
cum hit my pussy, I spasmed and came with Smokes'
tongue deep inside me. Smokes started licking faster,
loving the taste of my cum, and I came again, trembling
with the force of my orgasm.

"That's it baby, let Smokes lick up all your
cum. Let him love your taste so we can have him do
this again. I love watching my slut's pretty pussy
licked by her dog."

Smokes started licking up Bob's cum from my
body, first from my pussy lips, then following the
trail of it across my belly and up to my tits. I
came again when I felt his doggie tongue lick Bob's
cum from my nipples. Bob was scratching Smokes behind
his ears, "Good dog, lick daddy's little slut, get her
all clean."

I moaned softly, barely conscious from the force
of my orgasms.

"Did daddy's little slut like having her pussy
licked by her dog?" Bob asked me softly.

I hesitated in answering him, thinking it was
wrong to have a dog lick my cunt and not wanting to
admit that I liked it. Bob looked into my eyes and
smiled. "You liked it, didn't you? It felt good
having that long dog tongue deep inside your hot, wet
cunt."

"Yes," I mumbled, blushing furiously.

"What did you say baby?" Bob asked.

"Yes, daddy," I replied stronger, glaring at
him for making me repeat it. "Yes, I liked having
Smokes lick my cunt. I loved feeling his tongue
fucking me."

"That's daddy's good little girl." Bob said,
leaning over to gently kiss my slightly sore pussy.
Smokes tongue had felt good, but he licked me so re-
lentlessly he made me a little raw. "Look at Smokes,"
Bob suggested.

I raised myself up, leaning on an elbow so I
could see Smokes. He was curled up on the rug, lick-
ing the huge, shiney, dark pink, almost red cock that
had pushed it's way out into the open. Smokes raised
his head and looked at me, licking his lips with his
tongue that was so recently covered with our cum.
Looking intently, I thought I could still see some cum
on the tip of his nose. As I watched, his cock
shriveled and retreated back inside its fur covered
home.

"Poor dog. Made us cum, but no relief for him."
Bob observed. "Maybe next time, we can let Smokes put
something else inside your pussy besides his tongue."

I looked at him, startled, thinking he was
kidding. He looked right back at me slightly smiling,
easing strands of my long red hair behind my ears so
he could see my face clearer. "I have this picture in
my mind of you sucking my cock while Smokes fucks you
with his cock. I think daddy's little slut will like
being fucked by her dog. But we will have to do it so
I can see his cock fucking your cunt while you suck
me."

"You want me to fuck my dog? That's crazy." I
exclaimed.

"No, not crazy. I saw a movie of a woman doing
it once. We can probably get Smokes to fuck you." Bob
answered.

"I don't think I want his cock inside me. His
tongue was ok, weird, but ok, but not his cock." I
argued.

"Think about it, we won't do it today. But I
would love to see him fuck you."

I noticed the time was getting close to when my
mom would be home. So we got dressed, well, Bob got
dressed, he told me to stay naked and put my nightie
back on just when my mom pulled in the driveway. "I
want to think of you walking around your house nude,
waiting for me to come back."

So he went home and I stayed in the living room,
petting Smokes, thinking about letting him fuck me and
listening for the sound of my mom pulling in the
driveway.

Continued in part 3...


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Authors name: Aprille (Aprille77@aol.com)
Story Title : Annie's Dad - Part 3
Sept. 1998

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Annie's Dad
by Aprille

My Birthday Present
===================


I had been having sex with my best friend's dad
for months now. Bob, Annie's sexy father, was every-
thing to me by then. loved being with him, but it was
still difficult for us to be alone. We would still
fuck and suck each other whenever I slept over Annie's
house, after everyone else had fallen asleep. But we
had to be quiet so no one would hear us.

After Bob had watched my dog, Smokes, lick my
cunt (in part #2 of my story), he arranged for me to
have a screen name on his AOL business account so that
I could access porn websites and talk with other people
online about infinite varieties of sex. He owned his
own construction business, so it was easy for him to
give me a screen name that I could use as often as I
wanted without anyone else knowing.

Of course, as you probably know, a lot of porn
on the Internet is of women making love to each other.
I started to be curious about what a woman's skin would
feel like next to mine.

Bob encouraged me to talk to him about whatever
aroused me. So one night, after we had made love in
his livingroom while everyone else slept, I confessed
that I had seen pictures and movie clips of women
making love to each other and I wondered what it would
feel like. I was still suffering from years of Catholic
school images of the evils of sex, so I wasn't certain
what Bob's reaction would be to my comments.

He looked at me for a minute and cupped his
hands around my breasts, not saying anything. I was
getting worried that I had said something wrong and
blushed while I mumbled, "Sorry, just forget I said
anything."

"No baby, it's okay." He quickly answered. "I
was just imagining someone else touching this luscious
body of yours besides me. I don't know if I am ready
to share you with anyone... yet."

"So I didn't say anything wrong? You aren't
angry that I was curious about it?" I asked anxiously.

He just smiled at me and shook his head no, then
he leaned down and gave me a long, slow kiss goodnight.
We both pulled our clothes on and left the livingroom,
him to the bedroom he shared with his wife, and me to
the room Annie shared with her sister.

My 13th birthday was only a week away when Bob
told me to see if I could arrange to spend a whole
night away from home. He had to go out of town on
business for a few days and wanted to extend his trip
for a day so that I could join him for a "proper"
birthday celebration. My parents were usually so
wrapped up in their own lives that they never checked
up on me whenever I told them I was going to a friend's
house. So I told them I was going to spend the night at
Nancy's house (a friend of mine from school). My mom
had never talked to Nancy's parents, so I knew the
chances were remote that she would ever find out I
hadn't stayed there.

Bob came home a day early from his trip and,
since he had left his car at the airport while he was
gone, we planned for me to meet him after school on
Friday.

We drove for about two hours. I was wearing one
of my favorite outfits, a short jeans skirt and a silk
knit sleeveless top. I had taken my panties and bra
off before he picked me up, so it was easy for him to
tease my nipples and slit with his fingertips while he
drove. He pulled over and parked at a fancy women's
clothing store.

"I want to buy you something pretty to wear to-
night. You can pick it out, but be sure to buy stock-
ings and a garter belt to wear with it, I don't really
like pantyhose on women." He said while giving me a
soft kiss. "Put it on this card, it's my business one
so no one but me will see the bill. I'll come back for
you in an hour and a half. Then we'll go to the hotel
so we can get changed before I take you out for your
birthday dinner."

I was waiting for him when he pulled up to the
store. I put my shopping bags in the back seat and
scootched over next to him in the front seat.

The hotel was only a few minutes away. We
checked in and went up to our room.

I LOVED the room. It was an expensive hotel and
Bob had arranged for us to have a jacuzzi suite for the
night. There was a huge king-sized bed with a comforter
on it that was so puffy and soft, I sank down into it
as soon as Bob had locked the door. The room had off-
white walls and was decorated in midnight blue, with
gold trim. There were etched mirrors in the bathroom
and above the dresser. The carpet was so deep and
plush that it tickled my toes when I walked barefoot
on it.

Bob pulled me into his arms and gave me a long,
deep kiss. Just as I was getting aroused and started
rubbing my body against his, he stopped kissing me and
gently pushed me away.

"We have all night baby. I want to show you off
tonight. You have about an hour to get ready so we
won't be late for our dinner reservations." He said as
he turned me around and slapped my butt to get me
moving. I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him
just as I entered the bathroom to take a quick shower
and change into the outfit I had bought that afternoon.
I could hear him laughing at me as I closed the door.

Forty-five minutes later, I opened the bathroom
door and stepped out, wobbling a little on the black
spike heels I wore. I was wearing a dark teal silk
knit dress with gold threads forming a muted pattern
on the fabric. Underneath I had on extremely sheer
black silk stockings and a matching black silk garter
belt and push-up bra. I love the feel of real silk
against my skin, so I couldn't resist the chance to be
completely surrounded by it. The soft material of the
dress hugged my small waist and draped at the plunging
neckline accentuating my breasts. Even though I was
only 13, I looked a lot older due to a rapid growth
spurt the year before which had given me a 36-24-34
body. I knew Bob loved my hair loose, so I had left
it cascading down to my waist, with just a few curls
pulled up and secured by a gold barette on the left
side of my head. The short skirt swirled around my
long legs as I turned slowly around so Bob could see
me.

"Oh baby," Bob gasped as he reached out and
caressed my breast through the soft silk. "You look
incredible."

I smiled at him and he hugged me close and
pulled up the back of my dress with his right hand.
He could see my bare ass in the mirror over the dres-
ser, I had worn the garter belt, but not any panties.
He cupped my ass in his hands and nuzzled my neck.

"We better get going now, while I can still
control myself," he laughed. So we left the hotel and
went for dinner.

It was only a short walk to the restaurant. Bob
put his arm around my waist to steady me because I was
not used to walking in high heels. Our table wasn't
ready, so we had a drink at the bar. I became anxious,
thinking the bartender would ask me for proof of age,
so I just ordered an iced tea.

When we were seated, I looked around the restau-
rant with wide eyes. I had never been in one like it.
High ceilings, crystal chandeliers sparkling overhead,
champagne bottles chilling in buckets at other tables,
and the women all looked like they were wearing real
diamonds and pearls. There was soft music being played
by a band in one corner of the room, while a few
couples danced on the small dance floor.

Bob ordered a bottle of champagne to accompany
our lobster dinners. I didn't really like it when I
took my first sip, and the bubbles made me sneeze. But
it seemed to taste better when I had finished my first
glass and Bob poured me another. I smiled happily all
through dinner, thinking it was my first real "date"
with Bob. Bob continually caressed my hand or knee
under the table.

When we finished our meal, Bob asked me if I
wanted to dance with him. The champagne had made my
head spin a little, and I didn't trust my balance in
my new shoes, so I told him no. I explained I didn't
want to trip and fall on my face in front of so many
people. He put his head back and laughed.

"That's one of your best qualities baby." He
said with a smile as he brushed my cheek with his hand.
"You are so honest with your answers. Never lose that.
Come on then, let's go back to the hotel. I have a
surprise for you."

We walked back to the hotel. The fresh air
helped to clear my head a little so I didn't feel so
disconnected due to the effects of the champagne. It
was a perfect night, the midnight sky was full of
stars. As we walked, I pleaded with Bob to tell me
what the surprise was, but he just smiled and shook
his head.

We entered the hotel and took the elevator to
our floor. Bob opened the hotel room door and backed
away so I could enter first. On the bed was the most
beautiful woman I had ever seen. All she wore was a
scarlet silk scarf wrapped around her breasts and
another one around her hips, covering her pussy. She
had shoulder length dark brown, almost black hair,
bright blue eyes with long thick lashes and full red
lips. She smiled at me while I just stood there star-
ing at her, wondering who she was.

"Happy Birthday," Bob whispered in my ear as he
came up behind me and put his hands around my waist.
"I thought about what you had said about making love
to another woman. The more I thought about it, the
more the idea appealed to me. I want to watch you
unwrap and play with your present."

As he was talking to me he was unzipping my
dress and easing it down my shoulders so that I now
had a puddle of silk at my ankles. I was stunned for
a minute, not knowing what to do. Bob guided me to
the bed and kissed my cheek before turning around and
sitting in the easy chair.

I looked at him for a minute, then turned my
head to consider my "present". She was really drop
dead gorgeous. I reached out with one finger and
touched her cheek as if to verify that she was real.
I drew my finger down her cheek and neck to the valley
between her breasts where the scarf was tied in a bow.
I pulled on one of the ends to untie it and uncover
her breasts. They were perfect tanned globes with
nipples that hardened as I watched. I reached down
with a finger and pushed down gently on one of her
nipples, smiling when it popped right back up again,
harder than it was before I had touched it. Bob was
momentarily forgotten as I became eager to finish
unwrapping my gift. I knew he was watching us, which
added to my growing arousal, but concern for his
regard faded into the background as I became impatient
to play with my birthday present.

"What should I do? How do I make love to you?"
I asked her. "And what is your name?"

"Whatever you like, I would like." She softly
replied. "I'm here for you. My name is Rachel." She
reached up and ran her fingers through my long hair as
if to reassure me that it was ok for us to touch each
other. She undid the clasp on the barette and eased
it from my hair.

"I like this," I whispered as I lowered my head
to her breast and took her hard nipple in my mouth,
teasing it with my tongue and sucking deeply. "And
this," giving equal attention to the nipple on her
other breast.

Rachel caught her breath and held my head in
place with her fingers buried in my hair. I glanced
up at her face, only to see her closing her eyes and
moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.

My gaze centered on her mouth and I was filled
with the urge to taste her. I raised up until my lips
were close to hers and reached out with my tongue to
moisten her lips, as I had just seen her do. I lowered
my face and softly rubbed my lips against hers, slip-
ping my tongue inside her warm, moist mouth. She tasted
fresh and clean with a hint of mint on her breath.

While I was kissing her, Rachel reached behind
me and undid the clasp on my bra. My breasts sprang
free, grateful to be released from their confinement.
I took my arms from the straps without breaking our
kiss while Rachel began to tease my nipples with her
long manicured nails. I leaned up and she took one of
my nipples in her mouth, sucking deeply, making me
moan at the sensation. Her lips were so much softer
than Bob's, and no beard stubble to scratch my skin.

I untied the silk scarf that was covering her
pussy and slowly pulled it off her, letting the soft
fabric fall to the floor next to the bed. I slipped
my shoes off and stood up to remove my garter belt
and stockings. Rachel got to her feet next to me and
shook her head, pulling my hands away. She undid the
clips and rolled the stockings down and off my long
legs, quickly kissing my bare pussy before she pulled
the garter belt off, leaving both of us now completely
naked. She had kissed me so quickly that it was over
with before it even registered with me what she had
done. When I became aware of exactly where she had
kissed me, I could feel the wetness in my pussy in-
creasing and the sensitivity of my skin intensified.

Our mutual arousal heightening, we returned to
the bed, our hands beginning to explore each other.
I pushed Rachel onto her back and gazed at her incred-
ible body. I lowered my eyes to her pussy and found
out she had shaved it, just like some of the pictures
I had seen on the Internet. I trailed my fingers down
her flat stomach to her pussy, amazed at how soft her
skin felt.

"Please spread your legs for me Rachel. I want
to see what you look like." I asked.

Rachel raised her left leg and spread her legs
so the lips of her pussy opened. I knelt between her
open legs and leaned down to view another woman's most
private place for the first time. It was amazing!
Pink and perfect folds, glistening with moisture,
slightly quivering whenever my breath touched it.
Since my first sexual experience was oral sex with
Bob, I did not hestiate to touch the tip of what I
thought was her clit with my tongue. Rachel immedi-
ately raised her hips up trying to get her pussy
closer to my face. I probed her separate folds with
my tongue, finding the places that made her moan and
cause goosebumps to raise on her skin.

I slowly inserted a finger into her hot wet
cunt, feeling the spongy tissue close and hold onto
it tightly. Drawing my finger out, I replaced it with
my tongue, tasting her juices inside her cunt. She
tasted great, similar to me, but different too. I
wondered if every woman and man had a different flavor.
She was saltier than me, with almost a hint of exotic
spices.

Rachel started moving her hips, trying to get
more of me inside her. I removed my tongue and inserted
two fingers this time, slowly fucking her with them.
Her clit was hard and quivered each time my fingers
fucked her hot wet cunt. I took her clit in my mouth
and sucked on it, keeping the same rhythm as my
fingers. Rachel started thrashing on the bed cupping
her tits in her hands and pinching her nipples. Her
movements made it hard for me to keep in contact with
her, so I firmly pressed down on her tummy with one
hand, holding her still so I could continue to explore
her with my fingers and mouth.

She suddenly stiffened and raised her hips up
high, crying out as she came almost violently. My
fingers were getting drenched with her cum and I eager-
ly savored all of her hot juices, reveling in the
experience, not stopping the rapid movements of my
tongue until I had gotten every drop. Rachel wove her
fingers in my hair and pulled me up so she could give
me a long kiss and taste her cum on my lips and tongue.

Rachel gracefully left the bed and got her
clothes from the closet. As she was getting dressed,
I became aware of Bob, still watching us from his easy
chair. My eyes lowered to the prominent bulge in the
front of his pants.

"Oh baby," he exclaimed. "That was astounding.
Better than I had ever imagined."

"You were great." Rachel added as she opened
the door to leave. "I wasn't sure how tonight would
be when Bob told me it would be your first time with
a woman. But you made me climax more powerfully than
I have in a long time. Bye you two, be sure to call
me again sometime. Happy Birthday Aprille."

After the door closed behind her, Bob came over
and joined me on the bed.

"Now it's our turn," He smiled as he took me in
his arms.

Bob was so hot after my encounter with Rachel
that he didn't have patience for preliminaries. I was
already naked, hot and wet, so Bob just unzipped his
pants and took his rock hard cock out and slammed it
into me. I arched my back and cried out when I felt
him deep inside me. He started fucking me faster and
harder than he ever had before. With each inward
stroke, my ass raised off the bed from the force.

It only took a few thrusts before I erupted in
a tremendous orgasm. Bob could feel my cunt pulsating
with pleasure around his cock and that was all it took
to put him over the edge. I came again, muffling a
scream against his neck, when I felt his hot cum shoot-
ing inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes, still connect-
ed, trying to catch our breath. We were so drained,
it took a few minutes for me to realize that Bob had
collapsed on top of me and his weight was making it
difficult for me to breathe. I pinched his butt and
he rose up on his elbows and gently rubbed his lips
against mine.

"Sorry baby," he murmured. "I never came like
that before and I forgot how small you are."

"That's Okay," I told him with a satisfied grin
on my face. "You're forgiven."

Bob pulled his cock from me and left the bed so
that he could take off the remainder of his clothes.
I stretched like a contented cat, watching his cock
slowly shrivel back to its relaxed state. It still
amazed me to see the changes it went through, from
full length erection to small and limp.

When he was naked, he came over and sat on the
bed and played with my hair. "How did you like your
Birthday Present baby?" He asked.

"I loved it!" I exclaimed. "What made you
change your mind? And why did Rachel leave so soon?"

"I asked her to come so you could find out what
it was like to make love to another woman. But I'm
still kind of selfish where you are concerned and I
didn't want her making love to you. I'm still not
ready to share you with anyone yet, not even another
woman." He confessed.

"That's all right." I whispered as I put my arms
around his neck and hugged him close. "I don't really
want to share you either, especially tonight."

"She was beautiful," I continued when he pulled
away. "I loved her pussy. It was so cool, seeing it
without hair. I wonder what that feels like."

"Why not find out for yourself. I have my razor
and shaving cream here, I can shave you if you want to
try it." He offered.

"A razor is kind of a sharp thing to have down
there." I said with concern. "What if I get cut?"

"I promise baby, no nicks or cuts. I could
never hurt you." He said as he put my arms around his
neck and carried me to the bathroom.

He sat me on the edge of the empty Jacuzzi and
told me to spread my legs as wide as I could. I bit
my lip, still slightly hesitant, watching him get out
his shaving cream and put a new blade into his razor.
He crouched down on his knees in the tub in front of
me and turned the water on for the hand-held shower
massage.

"I know how to make you relax." He said as he
started to direct the warm water at my tense body.

He had me turn around and get on my knees in
the tub. Then he aimed the shower massage at my back
and turned on the massage feature. I felt bombarded
by what seemed like hundreds of pulsating jets of hot
water. Like tiny fingers, the water slowly massaged
and relaxed my muscles.

"Turn around and sit on the edge." He ordered.

When I turned, I could see that his cock was
starting to grow again. He directed the water down my
chest and around each breast, lingering on my hardening
nipples. I bit my lip again, but this time in excite-
ment, not fear, as he slowly aimed it down my flat
stomach to the top of my pussy. I trembled, thinking
he was going to aim it directly at my slit, but instead
he went slowly down the inside of my leg to my toes.
Then I felt him just as slowly make his way up the in-
side of my other leg.

The sensation of the shower massage was arousing
me at the same time it was relaxing my muscles. I spread
my legs wider, begging without words for Bob to aim the
hot water at my slit.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" I cried out when the water
finaly pulsated again my clit. Bob directed the warm
water up and down directly on my clit. I exploded in
an incredible orgasm, nearly sliding off the edge of
the tub.

"All relaxed now?" He inquired, smiling at me.
"Now spread your legs again like a good little girl so
I can shave you all bare for daddy."

I nodded and complied, leaning back against the
cool tiles. There were etched mirrors covering the
entire bathroom walls and ceiling, so I could see Bob
squirting some shaving cream into his hand and applying
it to my pussy. He began to slowly shave me, being
careful to clean the razor blade by holding it under
the warm running water between strokes. When all the
hair was gone, he rinsed my pussy clean with a gentle
spray from the shower massage.

"Oh baby, that is so sweet." He groaned as he
looked at the results of his labor. "No cuts or nicks,
just like I promised."

He leaned over and kissed my pussy, his tongue
darting in to touch my highly sensitive clit. He
lingered over the now bare flesh, rubbing his lips and
tongue against it, reveling in the feel of my soft skin.
He raised up and guided the full length of his now
erect cock into my cunt. He wrapped my legs around him
and started fucking me with a slow sure rhythm.

I could feel his pubic hair against my pussy.
Now bare, there was no hair to muffle the sensation of
his touch. I pulled him in deeper, loving the new sen-
sitivity of my skin.

His speed increased and I could feel him start-
ing to throb. I knew he was going to cum soon. It
wasn't long before I could feel him cumming deep inside
me, triggering another orgasm for me.

"I think I like being shaved," I teased as he
pulled away from me. "Makes me feel even more of you
against me."

"I love having you shaved. Now you really are
daddy's baby girl." Bob replied with a grin. "But we'll
have to keep you shaved. It will itch pretty badly if
you let those pretty red curls grow back."

"NOW you tell me." I said as I pinched his arm.
"Fine time to mention something like that... AFTER you
get done shaving me."

He just grinned again and turned around to turn
on the water to fill the Jacuzzi. We cuddled together
in the huge tub, waiting for the water to fill it. It
didn't take long, and soon I was playing with the bub-
bles caused by the shooting jets of water.

"This is so cool." I exclaimed as I raised my
leg so that just my foot broke the surface of the
water. I wiggled my toes and laughed as the water
tickled the bottom of my foot. Bob chuckled as he
watched me play. I sat on his lap, facing him, and
gave him a fierce hug.

"Thank you so much Daddy. I will remember this
birthday always." I murmured as I kissed him softly.

He put his arms around me and pulled me close.
I could feel his erection hardening as it was pressed
between us. I straddled him, putting my weight on my
knees, while I rubbed his cock with my hairless pussy.
Bob groaned and grabbed my hips to lift me onto his
cock.

"Wait." I cried, backing away. "I want to try
something."

I took a deep breath and plunged my head under
the water. Finding his hard cock, I slipped it into my
mouth and began to slide him in and out. I surfaced for
another deep breath and went under again, this time to
suck on his balls one at a time. When I came up for
another breath, Bob grabbed me and lifted me over his
cock.

"No more." He groaned. "I can't take anymore."

He had me straddle him again, positioning him-
self between my wide spread legs and pushed his cock
inside me. I arched my back as he entered me and took
one of my hard nipples in his mouth and sucked deeply.

He was holding me so close that my clit was rub-
bing against him with each stoke. That, combined with
the stimulation from the pulsating water surrounding
us, caused me to explode in an orgasm so intense I
nearly blacked out.

"AARRRGGGGHHHH!!!" Bob cried out as he again
shot streams of his white hot cum deep inside me.

We sat, arms and legs still entangled, and
waited for our breathing to return to normal. Then we
emptied the tub and dried each other off with soft
towels. We walked slowly to the bed and curled up
under the covers. I didn't want to go to bed with wet
hair, but I was so exhausted from all the events of the
evening that I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.
I didn't know until the next morning that Bob stayed
awake and brushed my hair dry while I slept.

I woke the next morning and saw beams of golden
sunlight coming through the window. It was still early,
but I had woken due to the incredible sensation of
Bob's tongue exploring my newly shaved pussy. I sleepily
smiled, remembering this is how we started out all
those months ago. But this time it was different. Here,
in this room, it was just us... Bob and me. There was
no fear of being discovered by his family or the need
to be quiet so that no one would hear us.

I savored the feeling for a moment, until the
sensations caused by Bob's probing tongue caused me to
moan and tremble with arousal.

"About time you woke up. I was getting lonely."
Bob jokingly complained.

He shifted our bodies so that I straddled his
face and had his hard erection close to my mouth. Not
being a slow-witted person, I quickly enclosed his cock
with my lips and gently nibbled on the sensitive tip
with my teeth. Bob groaned and raised his hips up,
trying to get more of his cock inside my mouth. He bent
his legs so that I could ease my hands under him to
tease his balls and ass with my fingertips and nails.

I slowly took his entire length into me, relax-
ing my throat until he was completely engulfed by my
warm, moist mouth. I probed between his balls with a
finger, tickling him slightly. Bob started fucking my
mouth. His speed increased when I teased his ass with
a finger before gently inserting just the tip of it
into his anal opening. I had never done that before,
and I wondered if he would like it.

He came almost immediately, pumping my mouth as
his cum shot down my throat into my hungry tummy. I
love the taste of Bob's cum and I eagerly swallowed it.
Bob drew my throbbing clit into his mouth and sucked
on it while fucking me with his fingers. I climaxed
quickly, drenching his fingers with my cum. I slowly
eased Bob's cock from my mouth, keeping my lips tight
around him to milk the last remaining drops of his cum
as they leaked out the opening at the tip.

He pulled me into his arms and we lay there
quietly, knowing our interlude was coming to an end.
It would take two hours to drive home and I had to
stop at school and get my bike that I had left there,
locked to the bike rack.

After showering and getting dressed, we had
breakfast in the hotel's restaurant. Then we checked
out of the hotel and drove home silently. We both
knew it had been risky to have a whole night together.
But I knew that even if someone found out, I would
never have any regrets about my special birthday.

PART 4 TO COME SOON....
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Authors name: Aprille (Aprille77@aol.com)
Story Title : Annie's Dad - Part 4
Sept. 1998

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Annie's Dad
by Aprille

Phone sex and Smokes
====================


Shortly after my 13th birthday celebration
Annie's dad had to leave for a two-week business trip.
Our incredible night together remained fresh in my
mind, as I realized that I'd be without my "daddy" for
two whole weeks! My body craved his love and I didn't
know how I was going to stand not having him for so
long.

Before he left, we made plans for him to call
me at home every afternoon. I would be home alone for
a short time right after school each day so Bob could
call me then.

When the phone rang that first afternoon I ran
in eager to hear his voice.

"Hi baby," he said when I picked up the cordless
phone in the kitchen. "How's daddy's baby girl today?"

"Missing you daddy," I cried. "I need you so
badly. When are you coming home?"

"Soon baby, real soon. Are you all alone?" He
asked.

"Yes, Daddy. No one else will be here for about
another hour."

"Good baby... Daddy wants his little girl to
take all her clothes off for him while he is talking
to her on the phone."

"ALL of them?" I asked. "Why should I take all
my clothes off?"

"Because daddy wants his little slut to play
with herself while I talk to her. If I can't be there
to make you cum, I want to hear you cum for me." Bob
answered.

"Yes daddy," I said as I hurriedly unbuttoned
my blouse and pulled it off. I unzipped my jeans and
stepped out of them. Soon my bra and panties were on
the floor. I was a little scared, being completely
naked in my mom's kitchen, right near the back door.
If anyone came over they would see me. But my nipples
were already hardening and my pussy was getting moist
from hearing Bob's voice.

"OK daddy, I have all my clothes off. But I'm
going to go in my room so no one can see me."

"NO Baby, I want you to turn the speaker on for
the phone in the kitchen. This way you'll have both
hands free." He directed.

"But what if someone comes to the door? They'll
see me for sure. I'll get in trouble." I said
worriedly.

"Do as daddy says baby. Be a good little slut
for me."

"OK," I said as I pulled the curtains shut on
the back door and kitchen window. It wasn't much, but
better than leaving them open. I put the cordless
phone down on the table and turned on the speaker.

"Hi Daddy... can you hear me ok?" I called out,
testing the speaker phone.

"Yes baby, I can hear you just fine. Stay close
to the phone and rub your hands up and down that gor-
geous body of yours, but don't touch your little
titties or pussy yet. Close your eyes and pretend they
are my hands that are touching you."

"Yes Daddy." I said as I closed my eyes,
blocking out the real world and entering his fantasy.

"My hands softly travel down your sides to your
tummy. I stop to tickle your little belly button with
a finger. That feels good doesn't it baby?"

"MMMMMM yes daddy... It feels so good when you
play with me." I murmured as I moved my hands on my
body according to his fantasy.

"Now daddy's hands are on the inside of his
baby's silky thighs, gently caressing them as your
legs ease open for me. What a pretty little cunny
my baby has for me. I'm glad my little darlin' keeps
it nice and bare. No hair to get in the way of my
seeing your little clit. It's getting nice and hard
for daddy isn't it baby?" He asked.

"OHHH yesss daddy... so hard for you. Can I
touch it now, please daddy?" I whimpered.

"No baby, not yet. Daddy's hands are going
back up your tummy now. Across your soft, silky skin
to your little titties. I'm cupping them in my hands
as I tease your nipples with my thumbs. You like it
when daddy plays with your tits, don't you baby? Your
nipples are getting nice and hard for me."

"It feels so good daddy. I wish you could suck
on them for me."

"So do I baby. Daddy is pinching your hard
nipples with my fingers and pulling on them slightly
so it feels like I am sucking on them." I cried out
slightly when I did this. The pleasure was so intense
I could feel the juices in my pussy begin to flow.

"Yes, daddy's little slut likes that doesn't
she?" Bob said when he heard me cry out. "Spread
your legs more baby. I'm taking one hand from your
tittie and cupping your pussy with it. MMMMM Daddy's
little girl feels very hot and wet. I'm parting your
pussy lips with a finger to feel how wet you feel."

"OOOOOHHHHH Daddy... can you feel how wet I am?
Please touch me more. I want to cum so badly." I
begged as I continued to move my hands, imagining that
they were his.

"OK baby, now I want you to call Smokes into the
room. Daddy wants his little slut to let her dog to
lick her sweet cunt again. You liked it when he did it
last time didn't you?" Bob asked. "But this time I
want you to watch him lick you. I want you to see his
tongue going in your pussy."

"Yes Daddy." I agreed, as I called out to my
dog. I had only let Smokes lick me one time before
(told about in Part 2 - Home Alone), and I found it to
be pleasurable. Kinda strange, definitely different
from Bob, but still good.

Smokes came running into the kitchen. I was
sitting on a kitchen chair with my legs spread wide.
He immediately came over and sniffed my pussy. I eased
down to the floor and bent my knees so it was easier
for him. I felt him give me a tentative lick. I
gasped and my hips jerked upward. Remembering that
Bob had told me to watch this time, I raised up and
rested my weight on my elbows.

"Tell me what Smokes is doing to you baby," Bob
said over the speaker phone. "Talk to me baby. Daddy's
going to unzip his pants and stroke his cock while he
listens to you. You have been such a good girl that I
have to cum too. Spread your legs nice and wide for
Smokes. Let daddy hear his little slut cum."

"I can see his tongue starting to lick me.
OOOOOOHH Daddy... he's going faster. He's pushing in
so close I can feel the wet breath from his nose on my
clit. He is laying down now between my legs so his
tongue can go right inside my pussy." I said breath-
lessly.

"That's it baby. Cum for daddy. Let Smokes
fuck your cunny with his tongue."

"MMMMMM Daddy... I can see his tongue fucking
my cunt. I can feel him touching inside me... I'm
cumming Daddy... I'm cumming..." I cried out as my
body spasmed in an explosive climax. "AAAHHHH
Daaaddddyyy!"

I lay on the floor exhausted as Smokes continued
to lick me until he had gotten every drop of my cum.
My hand trembled as I pushed his head away and picked
up the cordless phone, not trusting my voice to be
strong enough to reach the speaker.

"Daddy," I whispered. "Was I a good girl? Did
you hear me cum for you?"

"Oh yes baby, you were very good. You made
Daddy cum too just by listening to your sweet cries."
Bob said softly over the phone. "Maybe when I get
back, we can have a day alone together again and see
if we can get Smokes to fuck you with something besides
his tongue."

I bit my lip thinking about his suggestion.
The first time he had brought it up, I had flat out
refused. Fucking my dog just seemed too weird. But
maybe because my young body had been aching for sexual
satisfaction so much lately during Bob's long absence,
the idea was starting to take hold.

"OK Daddy, maybe I will try it. If you make
sure he doesn't hurt me." I tentatively agreed.

"I won't let him hurt you, I promise baby." Bob
quickly responded. "As soon as I get back, I'll take a
day off and you can pretend you are sick and stay home
from school again. We'll have hours together alone so
we can take our time finding the best way to do it. I
have to get back to work now but I will call you again
tomorrow. Bye baby." He softly said.

"Bye Daddy, come home soon." I replied before
I hung up the phone.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was al-
most time for my mom to come home. I quickly gathered
up my clothes and patted Smokes on the head. After
feeding him a dog biscuit from the box in the cupboard,
I hurried to my room to get dressed.


BOB'S HOMECOMING
================

Bob returned home a week later on a Wednesday.
I could hardly wait until Saturday when I would sleep
over with Annie so that I could be with him again. I
had stayed overnight there while he was gone, but
hadn't gotten much sleep on those nights, aching for
him to join me.

On the night he returned, I heard someone at my
bedroom window at about 2am. At first, I was scared,
not knowing who it was, but then I looked out and saw
Bob signaling to me. I opened the window up, pulled
up the screen and leaned out.

"What's wrong?" I asked sleepily. My bedroom
was the only one on the first floor of the house, but
I kept my voice down, not wanting to wake up my parents
or older brothers who were sleeping upstairs.

"I can't wait until Saturday baby. Can you
sneak out of the house tonight?" He called out softly.

I thought about it for a minute. I knew if I
tried to go out the door, Smokes would hear me and
probably bark and wake someone. So, I decided to try
climbing out the window.

"I can climb out the window, but you'll have to
help me back in later." I said as I swung my leg out
the window and eased my way outside. The huge old t-
shirt I had worn to bed caught on a nail and ripped
when I dropped to the ground. I shivered slightly
when the cool night air touched my warm skin.

Bob grabbed me as soon as my bare feet reached
the ground and pulled me into his arms, his mouth
covering mine in almost a brutal kiss. Lifting me up,
he carried me to his workshop inside his garage and
sat me on his workbench. He pulled on the chain to
turn on the light, then stood between my legs and
roughly pulled my t-shirt up, causing the small tear
from the nail to rip all the way to my neck. He con-
tinued ripping my shirt until I was completely bare in
front, then he grabbed one of my breasts and took my
hard nipple in his mouth and sucked deeply.

"OOOOHHHH Daddy," I moaned, slightly scared by
his ferocity, but so turned on by his actions that it
didn't even occur to me to try and stop him. Moaning
again when he took my other nipple in his mouth.

"Sorry baby, I can't wait any longer." He said
as he tore my panties off and pulled his hard cock
from his pants. "I have to have you now!"

He pulled my legs around his hips and shoved
his throbbing erection deep inside me with one thrust.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he began to
fuck me hard and fast. He pulled my hair back,
forcing my mouth open for another rough kiss.

I fiercely kissed him back, feeling an explosive
orgasm quickly building inside me. He was fucking me
so deeply that I could feel his balls slamming against
my ass.

Bob grabbed my hips and crammed his cock in,
wanting to feel as much of me surrounding him that he
could.

"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!" We cried out together as
we climaxed simultaneously, shaking with the force of
our mutual orgasm.

Bob rested his head against my forehead as he
continued to slowly pump in and out of me, causing me
to tremble with small intermittent climaxes. Finally
I collapsed, exhausted, trusting him to hold me up and
not let me fall. We stayed that way for a few minutes,
waiting for our labored breathing to return to normal.

"Sorry baby I didn't mean to be so rough." He
apologized as he pulled out of me and gently pushed my
hair back so he could look into my eyes. "It's just
been so long and I couldn't stand it anymore. I
couldn't sleep thinking about you all warm and snuggly
in your bed."

"That's OK daddy," I whispered against his lips
as I softly kissed him. My lips were red and slightly
swollen from the force of his kisses. "I wanted to
make love to you too. I didn't want to wait until
Saturday night either. I'm glad you came over tonight."

"You're going to need a new t-shirt and panties."
He smiled ruefully as he examined the remnants of my
clothes. "I am taking the rest of the week off. Stay
home from school tomorrow and spend the day with me."

"Don't worry about the t-shirt Daddy, it was a
real old one." I replied, smiling as I realized he had
never removed any of his clothes. "I can't stay home
tomorrow because I have a math test I have to take, but
I'll pretend to be sick again on Friday. Nothing is
going on in school that day."

We went back to my window and he lifted me back
into my bedroom. I looked out and blew him a kiss be-
fore I pulled down the screen and closed the window.
He waved to me and then walked next door and entered
his dark house.


DAY OFF WITH SMOKES
===================

On Friday morning, I told my mother I didn't
feel good. I was flushed and feverish, and she told
me I must be coming down with the flu and I'd have to
stay home. I smiled after she left for work, knowing
that my "fever" was caused by anticipation of spending
the whole day with Bob.

Since the day I had told Bob I would try and
let Smokes fuck me while he watched, I had combed the
Internet, using the name he had arranged for me so I
could access adult websites. I wanted to get as much
information about having sex with a dog as I could. I
went in chat rooms and listened to the people in them
and asked questions of people who had done it (or so
they claimed LOL). I also had downloaded dozens of
pictures depicting dogs and women.

One particular woman was very helpful. I don't
want her to get in trouble for helping me, so I'm going
to call her Genie (not her real name). At first she
was reluctant to talk to me when she found out how
young I was. But then she decided that if I was going
to do it, I better know as much as I could about it.

Genie had two male German Shepherds and sent me
several pictures of her and her dogs. She also for-
warded quite a few avis showing other women with dogs.
I was amazed at the number of different women who had
sex with their dogs.

Genie was the one that warned me about "the
knot". She said unless I was used to it, not to let
the knot go into me because sometimes it would take
several minutes before it would soften enough so the
dog could pull out. She told me to try and make
Smokes cum before I had him fuck me. She claimed that
would take the edge off and he probably wouldn't push
hard enough to get his knot in me.

I was still a little leery about the whole
thing, but curious about it too. (Can you tell my
curiosity gets me into a lot of trouble?)

Bob came over shortly after his wife left to go
to her sister's house. I opened the door and let him
in. I had just got out of the shower and was just
wearing a towel wrapped around me with the end tucked
in between my breasts. He grinned as he pulled on the
towel.

"Do I get to unwrap you?" He teased. "Or is
this so I don't rip any more of your clothes?"

I laughed, remembering his actions from Wednes-
day night. I had to hide my ripped clothes in the
garbage so my mother wouldn't see them the next day.
I glanced at him, and saw a questioning look in his
eyes.

"I'll try and fuck Smokes." I said in answer
to his unspoken question. "But only if you promise
not to let him hurt me. And I bought one of those
douche things. You have to clean me up when he is
done."

"There is no way I would let him hurt you."
Bob quickly agreed. "And I would love to give my baby
girl a bath when he is done and get her all clean
again." He scooped me up in his arms and carried me
to the living room.

I told him about my activities on the Internet,
and everything I had discovered about canine sex. We
looked at some of the pictures and avis that Genie had
sent to me. I told him about Genie's warning about
Smokes' knot and explained her suggestion about how to
deal with it. Bob agreed with Genie about not letting
my dog put his knot in me.

He took my towel off me and I called Smokes into
the room. I started to pet Smokes while he nuzzled me
between my legs. Bob began to remove his clothes while
he watched us.

I figured that the fastest way to get Smokes'
cock out of his furry sheath would be to let him lick
me. That always worked before, so I lay on the soft
carpeting and spread my legs. Smokes immediately
crouched down and began to lick my wet pussy.

I could see Bob was watching my dog's tongue
working its magic on me. He knelt on the floor next
to me and positioned his hardening cock near my mouth.
I eagerly took it in my hand and brought it to my lips.

Bob began to slowly fuck my mouth as he watched
Smokes' tongue fuck my pussy. I was close to cumming
and I increased the speed of my mouth on his hard cock.
He pulled out of my mouth as I came, and pushed Smokes'
head away so he couldn't lick all my cum from me.

"You'll need that for lubrication baby." He
explained. "I told you I wouldn't let him hurt you.
The wetter your little cunny is, the better."

I nodded my head in agreement and sat up. I
looked at Smokes and sure enough, his doggy cock was
out of its sheath. I bit my lip, knowing that I had
to make him cum, but I had never touched his cock be-
fore. I reached out and tentatively touched it with
my fingertips. Genie had told me I could make a dog
cum by using my hand or mouth on him. Putting him in
my mouth did not appeal to me at all, so I gently
clasped him in my hand. Smokes rolled over onto his
back exposing his long dark-pink erection.

I began to slowly move my hand back and forth,
getting used to the way he felt, kind of smooth and
rubbery. Fluid began to seep out of the tip, just
like it did with Bob's cock when he got aroused.
Gaining some courage, I moved my hand faster, noticing
that more of his cock was being exposed. I could see
his knot easing its way out of its furry home.

Smokes began to whimper and I felt him begin to
throb in my hand. Suddenly clear fluid shot from his
cock drenching my hands and arms. There was SO MUCH
of it, a lot more than when Bob came. When Smokes was
done shooting he turned over onto his side and started
to lick himself clean.

Bob gently guided me to my hands and knees and
told me to fold my legs under me and lift my hips up.
Still not 100% sure that I wanted to do this, I com-
plied, biting my lip again in nervousness.

Smokes looked over and got up, coming close to
me and again sniffing me between my legs. He licked
me again, but only a couple of times as if to check my
readiness. Then he started to mount me.

I felt as if I was completely covered by his
furry body as he gripped me with his forelegs and began
to push his cock into me. I could feel Bob's hand
grasp him and guide him into my pussy. All of a sud-
den, he slipped in me and started pumping away.

It felt really weird at first, slippery, and
there wasn't as much friction as there was when Bob
fucked me. Bob lay on his side on the carpet in front
of me and played with my hair as he watched Smokes
sliding in and out of me. Remembering that he had
once mentioned that he would like me to suck on his
cock while he watched Smokes fuck me, I captured his
erection in my mouth and began sucking on it.

"Ohhhhh Baby, that feels so good." Bob groaned
as he moved his hips so that I could get more of him
in my warm moist mouth. "Daddy wants to cum in his
little girl's mouth."

Sucking on Bob always resulted in getting me
hot, so I began to relax and enjoy the activity of my
dog. I cupped one hand around Bob's balls, moving
them in time to the motions of my mouth. I could feel
his balls filling with his seed and I knew it wouldn't
be long before he shot deep inside my throat.

Bob increased the speed of his hips, pumping
in and out of my mouth with the same frequency that
Smokes was using on my cunt. I felt my cunny get
flooded with Smokes' hot liquid while at the same time
I tasted Bob exploding in my mouth. I was busy swal-
lowing Bob's cum while my dog pulled himself free and
started licking my pussy again from behind, triggering
another orgasm.

"That was awesome baby." Bob said as he pulled
me up to my knees and kissed my cheek. "Mmmmm Daddy
loves his little baby slut very much."

"I love you too Daddy." I whispered, still
having trouble believing what had just happened. I
heard Smokes leave the room and go to my bedroom where
he jumped on the bed (his usual place for an afternoon
nap).

"Now it's time for me to keep the second part
of my promise." Bob said as he picked me up and carried
me to the bathroom. "Time for me to give my baby girl
a bath."

I smiled as he sat me down on the edge of the
bathtub, glad he had remembered. I had gotten the
douche bottle and a soft washcloth ready earlier. Bob
cupped my pussy in his hand, feeling how wet it was
from Smokes cum. I jumped slightly, finding myself a
little tender and sore. He kissed me and gently
inserted the tip of the bottle and started squeezing
the douche into my sore hole. I could feel the cool
healing water flooding me, washing away the remainder
of my dog's fluid and soothing my sore pussy. I
groaned a little and rested my head against Bob in
relief.

"Feels good, doesn't it baby," Bob whispered
in my ear as he emptied the bottle and removed it.
"Now, time for my baby girl's bath." He reached over
and turned on the water, adjusting the hot and cold
water until it was the perfect temperature.

I sank into the welcoming warmth of the tub,
smiling when Bob found my bubble bath and added it to
the water. It wasn't too long before the comfort of
the hot water relaxed my tense muscles and eased the
soreness between my legs.

Bob took the thick, soft washcloth and began
to gently wash my whole body. Incredibly, I felt my
nipples again beginning to harden while he rubbed the
soapy cloth against me. I arched my back when he
washed my breasts, loving the feel of the soft terry-
cloth against my heated skin. I giggled when he washed
my feet, making certain to get in between each toe.
When he was done, Bob had me stand in the tub while
he rinsed me with clear warm water. Then he wrapped
a big soft towel around me and carried me to my bed-
room.

He stood me up in my room and dried me off,
taking care not to rub too harshly. Then he kicked
Smokes off my bed and out of my room. Bob took one
of my nighties out of my dresser and put it on me,
before laying me down on the bed, still warm from
Smokes short nap. I moaned when he bent down, eased
my legs apart and gently teased my clit with his
tongue. He continued to gently lick and kiss my clit
until I quietly came.

"Ohhhhh Daddy." I murmured tiredly. "Thank
you Daddy. That felt so good." I was half-asleep,
worn out from the hot bath and the events of the day.

"Daddy's little baby slut was a very good girl
today." He said softly. "You deserve a nice long
nap." Then he kissed me on the forehead and left my
room. I heard him straighten up the bathroom and get
dressed before he went out the back door. Then I
closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, not waking
until my mom got home from work hours later.


WILL BE CONTINUED IN PART 5...

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Story Title : Annie's Dad - Part 5
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Annie's Dad - Summer Vacation
by Aprille




Midnight by the Pond
====================


It was very difficut for Bob to find time to be
alone with me during the summer when I was 13. Since
school was out, all his kids were always around the
house and in the pool. Annie was still my best friend
and we always had a good time together, but sometimes
I wished they would all just disappear.

Several times, Bob would come to my window late
at night and help me to climb out so we could have some
time together. One time when he came to get me, we
didn't go into his workshop in the garage like usual.
He had a small duffle bag and a flashlight with him and
held my hand as we walked through the fields to the
pond in the woods behind our houses.

When we stopped, I looked around, wondering what
we were doing at the pond. I watched Bob as he emptied
the duffle bag. First he took out a plush blanket that
he spread out on the soft grass near the bank. Then he
brought out 4 citronella candles, lit them and put one
on each corner of the blanket. I smiled, glad he re-
membered that I have a tendency to get eaten alive by
mosquitoes in the summertime. The last thing he took
out, I was surprised to see, was a bottle of baby oil.

"Why did you bring baby oil, Daddy?" I asked
him as he stood up and started removing my nightshirt
and panties.

"I want to give my baby girl a massage." He
said, winking at me and pinching my nipples. Since he
wasn't wearing a shirt due to the hot weather, I
reached over and pinched him back.

Now I was curious. He only winked at me when he
was up to something. I was trying to figure out what
it was when he pushed me down to the blanket. I laid
down and watched him take off his jeans and underwear.
His cock was already half hard and I reached for it
when he sat next to me.

"No baby, not yet." He said as he gently pulled
my hand away. "I don't want to cum too soon tonight.
Just lay down and relax while I rub you with the oil.
If you're a good little girl for daddy, maybe my
fingers will slip into your pretty pussy and tickle
you."

"MMMMMMM oh yes daddy, I'll be a good girl."
I answered. I laid back, folding my arms and resting
my head on my hands.

I saw him take the bottle and squirt some oil
on his hand. He rubbed his hands together and then
started massaging my feet and toes. He slowly worked
his way up my ankles, calves, knees and paid special
attention to my thighs, easing them apart. I moaned,
raising my hips, silently begging him to touch me
between my legs.

"Soon baby, daddy will make his little baby
slut feel good real soon." He smiled as his hands
made their way across my hips and tummy to my breasts.
I moaned again as he massaged my breasts and rubbed my
highly sensitive nipples with his thumbs. Then his
hands traveled back down my oiled skin to my shaved
pussy.

He gently rubbed the baby oil into the soft
skin of my pussy lips. He spread them wide and then
leaned over to lick and suck my clit. My hips jerked
up, wanting to get closer to his mouth. I was so hot
I felt like a fire was burning inside me. I could
feel an orgasm building, but just as I was about to
climax, Bob pulled away.

"NNOOOOO!!!" I wailed. "Please daddy, please
make me cum." I kept raising my hips trying to will
his mouth back to my clit.

"Not yet baby." He said as he watched my
aroused body quiver on the blanket. "Roll over.
I have to do your back now. When daddy is done with
your back, he'll fuck you like he never has before."

I rolled over, wincing when the sensitive tips
of my nipples brushed against the blanket. Bob spread
my legs and knelt between them, squirting more baby
oil directly onto my hot skin. He started to rub my
shoulders, working his way down my arms, then back up
to my shoulders. This put pressure on my chest,
rubbing my nipples and tits against the blanket,
causing me to tremble even more.

"Please daddy, please, I have to cum soon."
I whimpered as his massaging fingers made their way
down my back to my waist. I could feel his hard cock
brushing against my inner thighs. I knew he wanted
to fuck me but I couldn't figure out why he waited.
I kept raising my hips up, begging him to touch my
wet, tight pussy with his fingers or cock.

I felt his hands start to massage my ass
cheeks. He squirted more oil directly on them and
rubbed it into my heated skin. I groaned when he
slipped his fingers down and teased my cunt with his
fingers, slipping in one finger and just holding it
there.

"Daddy's little slut likes it when he plays
with her pussy, doesn't she? She likes it when I
fuck her cunt with my fingers and cock." He murmured
as he very slowly started to fuck my cunt with his
fingers.

"Yes daddy I like it when you play with my
cunt. You make me so hot and wet, please fuck me."
I pleaded. I was going insane. He was fucking me
fast enough to tantalize, but too slowly for me to
find relief.

I felt his fingers leave my cunt and spread my
ass cheeks. He poured more oil directly into the
crack and rubbed it in. He slipped his well-oiled
finger into my tight anus, easing it in until it was
fully inserted. He started finger fucking my ass,
adding more oil until he could slip in two fingers.

"OOWWW! That hurts daddy." I cried out when
he had two fingers deep in my ass. "Please fuck my
pussy with your fingers instead. It hurts when you
do that to my butt."

"Relax baby, it looks so pretty with my fingers
sliding in and out of it" Bob said as he rubbed his
hard erection with his other hand, smearing oil all
down the length of it.

He pulled me to my knees with one hand while
keeping two fingers in my asshole. I could feel his
cock slowly entering my cunt from behind. I was so
wet he slid right inside me. I eagerly pushed back
with my hips needing to feel him fuck me hard. He
pulled himself completely out and I felt his fingers
leave my asshole. He rubbed his cock against my
dripping pussy, then put the head of it at my lubri-
cated anus.

"No, daddy, no. Not there, please don't fuck
me there." I whimpered when I felt him start to push
his way in my ass. "It hurts, you've never fucked me
there before."

"Just relax and it won't hurt. Let daddy fuck
his little slut's ass." Bob gasped as he pushed his
cock in deeper. He used one hand to guide his cock
into me and wrapped the other one around my body and
started to rub my clit.

"OOOHHH..." I moaned, instantly aroused at the
touch of his fingers against the most sensitive part
of my body. My tense ass muscles started to relax as
I moved my hips in an effort to give him easier access
to my clit.

"AAAHHHH baby!" Bob exclaimed as his cock slid
all the way into my tight virgin ass. He held me close
to him, giving my body a chance to adjust to his in-
vasion. Then he slowly started to fuck me, pulling
his cock in and out of my butt, pouring more baby oil
on it so he could move faster without hurting me.

Slowly I began to respond, moving my hips
slightly, fucking him back. The pain had ebbed, and
the pleasure caused by Bob's fingers on my clit was
bringing me back to my former state of arousal. I
tried clenching my ass muscles when Bob pulled out of
me and heard him groan as he started fucking me faster.

I could feel my orgasm building again, and I
knew Bob was going to cum soon. He didn't need his
hand to push his cock in me anymore, so he reached
under me and started fondling my breasts and pinching
my nipples, while keeping the other hand busy on my
clit.

I shuddered and screamed when I came, pushing
back against him wanting to get as close to him as I
could. I trembled from the force of my climax, resting
my head on the blanket.

Bob grabbed my hips and pushed deep in my ass,
clenching his fingers and crying out when his hot cum
shot deep in my butt for the first time. He kept
pumping until I heard him groan as he came again,
filling me so full of his cum that some was leaking
out around his cock.

He pulled out of me and laid down on the
blanket, holding my tired body in his arms. We stayed
like that for a few minutes until our breathing re-
turned to normal. Then I started getting angry think-
ing about what he had just done to me.

"YOU JERK!" I yelled when I had recovered,
hitting him on his hairy, muscular chest with my fist.
"Why did you do that? It hurt!" I sat up and pulled
away, glaring at him.

"Sorry baby, I knew it was going to hurt you.
I had hoped that using the oil would make it easier."
Bob softly said as he reached out to put his hand on
my leg. "It usually hurts the first time you try
anything new. It will be better next time. Remember
it hurt the first time I fucked your sweet tight pussy
too. But now you love having my cock inside you."

I looked at him, still deciding whether or not
to be mad at him. NOW I knew what the "wink" had been
for when he started my "massage". I felt torn, angry
because he had hurt me, but remembering that it HAD
hurt the first time he had fucked my cunt, and knowing
that I DID love it now. And... it really hadn't felt
all that bad when I had relaxed and stopped resisting.

In fact, near the end, it had started to feel pretty
darn good, especially with Bob fingering my clit while
he was fucking me! But I wasn't ready to let him off
the hook that easily...

"Oh really?! And just when was the last time
you had something rammed up YOUR butt when you weren't
expecting it?!" I asked sarcastically.

He looked at me, first startled at my outburst,
then pensive, like he was thinking it over.

"You're right baby." He admitted. "I didn't
think of it that way. I have never had anything in my
ass, so I don't really know how you felt when I did it
to you. I'm sorry baby, we won't do it again if you
don't want to."

"I just got mad because you did it without
telling me what you had in mind." I said. "If you
want to try something new, just ask me about it
first... OK Daddy?"

"OK baby," he grinned sheepishly. "You're
right, we should have talked about it first."

He sat up and softly kissed me. I wrapped my
arms around his neck and pulled him closer, realizing
that it was the first time he had kissed me all night.

"About time you did that." I teased him. "I
missed my daddy's sweet kisses."

The candles started to burn low, so we blew
them out, got dressed and put everything back in the
duffle bag. We walked back to our dark houses,
listening for sounds of any movement. After making
sure no one was awake, Bob lifted me up to my bedroom
window. I looked out, watching him throw the bag
into the trunk of his car before he went into his
house. Just before the door closed, he turned and
blew a kiss in my direction. I knew he couldn't see
me because of the darkness, and I smiled realizing
that he knew I had been watching him.



Our Time in the Pool
====================


A few days after our time at the pond, the
weather cooled off quite a bit. Annie, some of her
brothers and sisters, Bob, and I were swimming in
their pool. The sun went behind a huge gray cloudbank
and the air suddenly cooled. Annie and her brothers
and sisters got out and ran to the house to get
dressed. I wasn't really cold yet, so I stayed in the
pool with Bob.

The pool was 24' round and 4' deep. There was
a walkway with a fence all around and a deck that was
big enough for a couple of lounge chairs and a slide.
It was in the back part of their yard, so it was hard
to see who was in the pool from any of the windows in
Annie's house.

As soon as all of his kids went in the house,
Bob came up behind me and slipped his hand into the
front of my bikini bottoms. I leaned back against him
as he began to rub my clit with his finger. I could
feel his erection getting harder as he pushed it
against my butt. I was scared that someone would come
back and see us, but Bob's hands were working their
magic between my legs.

My knees started getting weak, so I gripped the
edge of the pool with both hands. I was facing the
house, so I could keep an eye on the house and see if
anyone was coming back out.

I started rubbing my ass against Bob's cock,
feeling it get harder. I felt him pulling down my
bikini bottoms and fingering my cunt. Then he spread
my legs, lifted me up and pushed his erection deep in
my pussy with one fast thrust. My head jerked up as
I moaned at the sudden ecstasy of having him inside
me. He started fucking me fast. We both knew we
didn't have very much time, someone could be coming
out of the house at any minute.

I came hard, shuddering and groaning against
the pool wall. I felt waves of seemingly never-ending
pleasure flowing through me.

When Bob felt my tight pussy convulsing with my
orgasm, he pushed in as deep as he could and shot his
hot cum inside me, flooding me so much that some of it
leaked out and floated beside us in the pool water.

He continued to slowly fuck me, letting my cunt
milk every drop of his milky seed. Then Annie came
out the back door and ran over to the pool. Bob
quickly pulled out, I yanked my bikini bottoms up and
dove under the water, swimming quickly to the other
side of the pool. Bob was able to tuck his softening
cock back into his swim trunks just as Annie climbed
up the stairs to the deck.

"Are you two still swimming?" Annie innocently
asked. "Aren't you cold yet?"

"No, not really." I called back, thinking about
how hot I had been just a few moments earlier.

"Come on in the house, Aprille." Annie said.
"Let's play video games."

"OK Annie." I answered as I climbed out of the
pool, quickly wrapping my towel around me to hide
anything that might be leaking out of my bikini
bottoms.

"Have fun girls," Bob called out as Annie and
I walked to the house. "I'm staying in the pool for a
few more minutes.

I nearly laughed out loud, thinking he had to
stay in the pool until his cock shriveled back to
normal size. Then Annie and I went into the house and
spent the rest of the afternoon playing Super Nintendo.
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Authors name: Aprille (Aprille77@aol.com)
Story Title : Annie's Dad - Part 6
Sept. 1998

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Annie's Dad - part 6
by Aprille

The Eclipse
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Annie's Dad had been secretly having sex with me
for over a year by the time I write this. I had found
out by this time that I was addicted to Bob's atten-
tions, and his frequent business trips were becoming
harder for me to accept.

Bob was going on more and more business trips,
most of them were to North Carolina. Most days he
would call me when he knew I was home alone right after
school. He always liked to have me use the speaker
phone in the kitchen so that I could use both hands to
play with my naked body while he listened. He claimed
that hearing my whimpers and cries while cumming always
put him over the edge and made him cum too.

Whenever he was gone for more than 2 weeks, we
always made plans for me to be "sick" so that I would
stay home from school the day after he returned. This
would give us a whole day together to release most of
the sexual energy that had built up during his long
absence.

There were some days while he was gone that I
would feel so empty inside. I could make myself cum
by rubbing my clit, but I still desperately needed a
hard cock to fill me. My mind would keep remembering
the ecstasy of having Bob's erection sliding into my
hot wet pussy... stretching and filling me completely.

One night, while Bob was gone, I was outside in
our back yard. It was very late, almost midnight, but
I was working on a science project for school. There
was a lunar eclipse occurring that night and I wanted
to see it. Because it was for school, my mom said I
could stay up late, but had to leave me with the little
witticism, "Don't complain to me if you are tired
tomorrow." (Do all moms say stupid stuff like that?)

It was a perfect autumn night... no clouds
around for miles, black velvet sky with millions of
sparkling stars. I was lying on my back on a soft
blanket, with my head propped up on a couple of
pillows. Wearing an oversize flannel shirt, soft knit
pants and thick, warm socks, I was cozy and warm as I
watched the eclipse through my dad's binoculars. I
had turned off all the lights outside of our house so
that they wouldn't inhibit my view of the moon, making
it pitch black in my back yard.

Occasionally, I would turn on my flashlight so
I could see to make notes about the different stages
of the eclipse.

As usual, my mind turned to Bob... so of course,
I began to feel horny. He had been gone for three
whole weeks and I couldn't wait for him to get home in
a few days. I thought about how, whenever we were on
the phone, he would always make me fantasize that it
was his hands touching me. I decided to try it on my
own... hearing his voice in my mind.

I cupped my tits in my hands, feeling my nipples
harden against the soft flannel of my shirt. I pushed
them together, rubbing my nipples with my thumbs.
Unbuttoning my shirt, I reached in and pinched both of
my hard nubs, immediately sending a bolt of desire to
my pussy. My hands left my tits, gently kneading my
soft skin as they made their way to the waistband of
my pants. Holding my hips off the blanket, I pulled
my pants down to my ankles. I didn't want to pull them
completely off in case I heard someone coming.

Using my hands, I brought my knees up and spread
them wide, parting my pussy lips. I felt the cool
night air blowing against my hot clit, making me shiver
. My fingers were cold from gripping the binoculars,
which made goose bumps raise [rise] on my skin wherever
they touched. I trailed my fingers along the inside of
my thighs toward my hot pussy. I cupped my bare cunt
in my hand feeling the heat [emanating] eminating from
it. Easing my finger inside my tight hole, I moaned,
feeling the icy skin being surrounded by warm, moist
flesh.

The first touch of my cold fingers against my
clit made me jump. The sensation of cold seemed to
make it even more sensitive. There was a cool gentle
breeze that seemed to go right between my legs, excit-
ing me even more. I started fingering my pussy, know-
ing I would cum soon. My hips started raising off the
blanket keeping time with my pumping fingers. I was
so engrossed, I never heard the car pull in the drive-
way next door at Annie's house, and was completely
unaware that I was being watched by a pair of very
masculine, and very familiar, eyes.

Bob stood there watching me, not believing his
luck at finding me outside and alone so late at night.
He had finished his business early and had been able
to take an earlier flight home. He hadn't told his
family because he didn't want anyone waiting up for
him. He had been hoping to wake me up by tapping on my
bedroom window and coaxing me outside. Bob could see
my pale skin against the darkness of the blanket. He
quietly walked toward me taking off his jacket, not
wanting to startle me so that I would stop my actions.

I closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm build. The
finger in my pussy had warmed, so I replaced it with
another one, still cold from the night air. My hips
jerked and I cried out as I came from the sensation of
my icy finger fucking my hot pussy. My fingers were
drenched from my juices, so I brought them up to my
mouth, licking the hot cum from my cold fingers. I had
to clean them off before picking up the binoculars. (I
could see me trying to explain to my father how cum
stains got on them.)

Suddenly, I felt fabric covering my face. I
gasped, terrified when I realized I wasn't alone. I
brought my hands up to tear the covering from my eyes
only to have them roughly grabbed and pulled above my
head. I could feel a man positioning himself between
my wide-open legs. An incredibly strong arm held me
still to give him a chance to thrust his hard cock deep
inside my dripping cunt.

I struggled, hampered by the hand that still
held my hands motionless above my head, and my pants
that bond my ankles together. His other hand grasped
my hip and he started fucking me hard, using his weight
to pin me down, keeping me helpless under him. I took
in a strong breath getting ready to scream for help. As
I breathed in, I inhaled a strong scent of cologne...
men's cologne... VERY FAMILIAR men's cologne. My
terror began to subside as I realized my would-be
rapist was my very own darlin' "daddy", Bob.

"Daddy?" I whispered.

Bob's lips came down on mine, his invading
tongue cutting off any more words. I kissed him back,
pulling to release my arms so I could remove my blind-
fold and pull him close. But he held on even stronger,
making me moan as he deepened his kiss. I tried to
move my hips in time with his pounding cock, but I was
almost immobile thanks to the tangle of clothes around
my legs and Bob's strong arms holding me down.

I exploded, Bob's mouth muffling my cries, as I
spasmed around his hard cock. He fucked me harder,
relentlessly trying to get in deeper, almost like he
was trying to become a part of me. He took his mouth
from mine and started sucking on my tits. First one,
then the other, quickly switching between them. I came
again, nearly blacking out from the sensation.

Bob pushed in deep and groaned loudly against my
neck as he emptied his seed inside me... pumping into
me all the hot cum he had stored up over the past three
weeks. He collapsed against me, barely remembering to
hold his weight up so he didn't crush me.

My arms finally free, my hand trembled as I
pulled the covering from my eyes, realizing he had
used his jacket to blindfold me. My arms tiredly held
him to me as my exhausted legs just fell open, allowing
his softening cock to leave my body.

"Welcome home daddy," I murmured softly, running
my fingers through his hair.

He raised up on his elbows, covering my face
with light kisses.

"I have no clue why you are outside this late at
night, but you have no idea how glad I am that you were
." He chuckled rubbing his nose against mine.

Remembering why I was outside in the first
place, I quickly glanced up at the moon, just in time
to see the complete lunar eclipse that was the object
of my midnight vigil. I smiled, glad I wouldn't have
to come up with a plausible story to tell my teacher
the next day to explain why I missed the eclipse.

I stretched my arms above my head, feeling my
taut muscles relax. Bob rolled off me, leaning down to
nibble at my nipples.

"I was watching the eclipse." I said to him
softly. "And thinking of you, wishing you were here."

"You sure didn't look like you were watching
any eclipse." Bob grinned. "You looked like you were
having a hell of a good time. I loved watching you
tickle your bare cunny when you didn't know I was
there."

"You mean you were watching me?" I blushed,
thinking about what I had been doing.

"It's okay Baby," he said, cupping my pussy in
his hand. "It was one of the hottest things I have
ever seen. Mmmmm talk about a dream come true. Coming
home from a long business trip to find my little baby
slut all alone, fingering her hot cunny, getting it
all nice and wet for me to fuck."

"Why didn't you tell me you were here? And why
did you cover my eyes so I couldn't see you? I was
really scared until I figured out it was you." I
inquired, my eyes narrowing in anger, thinking about
the terror I had endured.

"Sorry baby, but I just couldn't resist. I
think all men have a rape fantasy. And you were mine,
lying there, alone and helpless, temporarily spent
from your orgasm. I figured you wouldn't be able to
put up much of a fight." He answered. "By the way,
how did you figure out it was me?"

"I don't think I'm going to tell you." I
replied saucily, thinking that if he knew, he might
try it again and not wear his cologne. "It'll serve
you right to try and figure it out after getting me
so scared. Besides... who says I knew it was you?"
I teased. "Maybe I was just horny and wanted a man
to fuck me... ANY MAN."

"Any man Hmmmm." Bob said, suddenly pinning
me to the ground. "With that attitude maybe I won't
give my little girl her present."

"Present? You got me a present? What?" I said,
perking up looking at him with curiosity.

"I don't think I'm going to give it to you now."
He answered, lying back on the blanket. "I'll have to
think about it."

I glared at him. He knew I had an overactive
streak of curiosity. An idea started forming in my
mind... maybe if I could persuade him in some way...

I sat up, knowing he was watching me closely.
I bent my fingers into claw shapes, putting the tips
of my fingernails on his shoulders. I started drawing
them not-so-gently down his chest, leaving red trails
on his skin, visible even through the furry mat of
black and silver hair. I went right over his nipples,
making sure to catch them in my nails, watching them
pop back up, harder than before.

My nails continued their slow journey down his
flat stomach to his hips and then down the outside of
his legs. When I reached his ankles, I started going
up on the sensitive insides of his muscular calves and
thighs. Bob had his eyes closed and was breathing
heavily as I approached his cock, now beginning to
harden again. I took my hands away just as I reached
the top of his thighs, causing him to raise his hips
in an endeavor to get me to continue.

Smirking a bit when I saw his instinctive
reaction, I leaned over and kissed the head of his
semi-erection, swirling my tongue around the tip.
Bob groaned, bringing his hips up again to try and
get more of his cock inside my mouth. Deciding to
accommodate him, temporarily anyway... hehehe... I
opened my mouth and took him in. I rubbed my tongue
against him while scratching his balls with my nails.
I began to slowly fuck him with my mouth, feeling him
quickly go from being semi-hard to having a raging
hard-on that begged for relief. He started pumping
faster when I pulled away, letting him pop out of my
hungry mouth.

"Baby, what are you doing?" He gasped.

"Ummm... and my present is...?" I smiled
triumphantly up at him.

"Fuck Baby, you don't fight fair." He groaned,
grabbing my hair in an effort to force his erection
back into my mouth. But I was able to twist out of
his grasp and lean back, looking at him expectantly.

"OK," he conceded. "But after I give it to you,
I get to try it out on you while you finish what you
started." Reaching under his jacket, he brought out
a plain paper bag that I had not noticed was there.
Opening the bag, he took out ... a vibrator?

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed reaching for it. "Is
that what I think it is? Let me see it."

Bob smiled as I examined my new toy. Shaped
like a man's penis, it was about 8" long and made of
bright yellow plastic, with chrome on the end and tip.
Not finding a switch on it, I tried turning the handle.
I felt it begin to hum in my hand, I turned it another
notch and the sensation got stronger.

"It's waterproof too Baby, so when I give my
little girl another bath, we can play a bit." Bob
said, watching me smile over my gift. "Ahem... I
believe we had a deal. You get your gift, I get to
try it out on you while you continue with what you
were doing before you decided to practice extortion
on me."

"Yes daddy," I answered, smiling happily up at
him with anticipation. He lay on his side, bending
one leg so he could rest his foot on the blanket,
giving me a perfect resting place for my head on his
other leg. I got into a similar position, with my
open pussy near his face so he could get a close view
while he tried out my new toy.

I held onto his hips, quickly swallowing his
hard-on. I tightened my lips around him so that he
felt a great deal of suction and friction with each
stroke of my hot mouth. I could feel him beginning
to probe between my legs with the cold metal tip of
the vibrator. He had turned it completely off, so
there was just the feeling of something smooth and
hard exploring the intricate folds of tissue.

He began to insert it into my wet cunt. My
hips jerked in reaction. The vibrator was cold from
being exposed to the cool night air for so long, and
I groaned thinking it felt even better than when I
had my cold fingers inside my hot pussy. I began to
suck harder on Bob's cock, sliding him in and out,
hungry for his cum. He started to fuck me with the
vibrator, gradually pushing the entire length inside
me.

When he had it fully inserted, he turned the
switch onto the lowest setting. I couldn't believe
the sensation! It was like being massaged by a
thousand, no a million, tiny fingers deep inside me.
He started to slowly stroke it in and out, watching
my flesh quiver with each thrust.

I could feel his cock throbbing and I knew he
was going to cum soon. I began to move my hips in
time to his strokes, groaning again when he turned
the vibrating action higher. I manipulated his balls
with my nails, separating them gently and tickling
between them. Bob's muscles tensed up and he started
shooting hot white cum down my throat. I grabbed his
ass, digging my nails in, causing him to moan as
another huge wad was expelled into my hungry mouth.
He reached out and sucked my hard clit into his mouth
as he fucked me harder with the vibrator.

I muffled my cries against his thigh as I
erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm. My hips continued
to pump against his mouth until I was completely spent.

Bob turned off the vibrator, easing it out of
me. Then he gently licked all my cum from my tired
pussy as my heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

"Mmmmm, I knew my little baby slut would like
her gift from daddy." Bob softly said as he kissed
my still quivering pussy. "And I didn't even have it
on the highest setting." He chuckled.

Exhausted, I started to slightly shiver from
the cold. Bob and I got up and pulled on our clothes.
Just as I finished buttoning my shirt, I saw light
come on in my house. Bob quickly kissed me and
hurried to his house, unlocking his back door and
waving to me before he disappeared into the darkness
of his home.

My mom came to the back door, turning on the
light, instantly illuminating the back yard.

"Aprille, get in this house. Don't you know
it's almost 3am! I don't care about any dumb eclipse.
You get in bed NOW!" She yelled.

Oh My God! I had forgotten about the eclipse.
Looking up, I could see it was almost finished. Only
a small sliver of the moon was still in shadow.

"Okay Mom." I called out. "I just have to make
one more note, then I'm coming in. Sorry, I must have
fallen asleep."

Quickly jotting down the time of the final stage
of the lunar eclipse, I gathered everything together,
taking care to hide my new toy in my pillow, and went
into my house.

"I hope you remember I warned you not to com-
plain to me when you are tired tomorrow." My mom said
to me as I passed her in the kitchen on the way to my
bedroom.

"Don't worry Mom," I answered. "I swear, I
won't complain about losing sleep tonight to anyone."
I smiled as I turned away, knowing that the pleasure I
had experienced with my "daddy" would more than com-
pensate for any loss of sleep.

I went in my room, dumped everything on my bed-
room floor, and collapsed into my bed, falling asleep
while thinking about various uses for my new toy...

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SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 20: Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress
(MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)

Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)



This work is copyrighted to Spacer X © 2004 with all rights reserved.

This is part of a longer e-novel. It's highly recommended that you start at the beginning in order to understand the characters and previous events.

These are illustrated stories. If for some reason a picture doesn't open you may need to refresh the page or right click on a particular picture to open it.


CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Nov. 10)

Alan woke up Sunday morning and immediately decided that all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. The Plummer family didn't always go to church, at least not all of them together, but at dinner the night before Susan mentioned they would this week.

Alan hit the snooze button on his alarm clock once and then did it again.

As he lay half asleep and contemplated snoozing for a third time, Susan came in dressed in her church clothes. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she said in a kind, motherly tone. "I know church isn't as exciting as your video games and movies, but we can't forget the Lord." She sat on the edge of his bed near his face, and tenderly brushed his hair from his forehead. Then she got up and announced, "I don't know about you, but I'm getting ready for church."

Alan was a bit surprised at her new surge of religious activity. There was no doubting her devout faith, but in recent weeks she'd vacillated between wanting urgently to go to church to help atone for her sins and being too ashamed to go. Overall, he felt that shame was winning as their sexual games heated up. "Mom, but what about, you know, what we're all doing physically? Does that trouble you, you know, religiously?"

Alan himself was agnostic, but wanted to see what she thought for her own beliefs. At the same time, he joked to himself, There must be a god, and a very great god, to have given me such a mother.

She continued to idly brush his hair with her long, sensuous fingers. "Thanks for asking, Tiger. You have a special medical condition, and I think God has to understand that. I've made peace with what I have to do to help you. God must want me to help you in this way. What if you were paralyzed and I had to hold your penis to help you go to the bathroom? Well, it's kind of like that only ... a little more, er, intimate. I have a special role, and I'm just doing His will."

"So you don't feel guilty?"

"Oh, I do. What pains me is when I go beyond just helping you and take pleasure for myself. But I've talked to Suzanne about this at length and she's helped me see that my feelings are immaterial. It doesn't matter to God if I have my own orgasms or not, so long as you're being helped with your problem. And I have a set of clear boundaries in my mind now. As long as we don't give in to temptation and go further than we should, we'll be fine."

Alan was silent. He didn't want to say that Susan had a habit of going further than she'd planned on an almost daily basis. For instance, technically, he wasn't allowed to touch her breasts, but he ended up extensively fondling them almost every day. And thoughts of the boundaries they'd broken the day before and the things he did to her by the pool got him instantly hard. It was a bit of a curse at the moment, as all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

She clapped her hands. "Come on. Enough chit-chat. Let's get this show on the road. I'm about to make some breakfast."

Alan rolled over and closed his eyes. "Okay. Just give me ten more minutes. One more snooze button."

Susan tsk-tsked, but lovingly. "Alan Evan Plummer, you are a hopeless case. Five more minutes. Max." She got up and left.

Five minutes later, Alan still wasn't up.

Katherine barged right in. "Hey, Big Pussy-pleasing Brother. I've been sent as a messenger from the big-boobed one. She says no more lollygagging. Breakfast is almost ready."

Alan rolled over and opened his eyes. He saw Katherine standing there in hot pants - tight, dark orange, leather, short shorts - and an equally tight tank-top that had a giant heart-shaped hole to expose her cleavage. He'd just managed to lose his erection after Susan left his room, but groaned as he felt it elongate again at the sight of his sexy sister. "Dang, Sis, you're not planning on going to church like that, are you?"

She guffawed. "No, silly. But wouldn't it be fun to see the face on the minister if I did! Ha! ... No, these are my 'get Big Wine Bottle Brother out of bed' clothes."

"You really love those Big Brother names, don't you? ...Um, Little Moist-holed Sister?" Alan sat up to appreciate the view better, even though it literally pained him to do so.

Yesterday's extensive festivities, while enjoyable, had taken their toll on his body. He still couldn't believe he'd climaxed ten times in a single day. He wasn't in agony or particularly sore, but he wasn't exactly prepared to start a sex-filed day quite yet. He at least wanted to get his bearings first.

She smiled. "That's better, Big Heat-seeking Missile Brother. Mom said that I should use, quote, 'any means necessary,' unquote, to get you out of bed. And the only excuse for any delay is if I have to give you a gob-smackingly yummy hand-job. That's literally what she said, minus a couple of adjectives."

"What did she say exactly?" Alan asked, growing aroused at the thought of his mother sending his sister to sexually stimulate him.

"Let's see. She looked at me sternly and told me what a 'terribly cum-filled boy' you are and that it was 'imperative my Tiger gets his satisfaction.' But she said I wasn't allowed to use my mouth on you 'cos of my punishment. And she said that even if I do lend you a hand, so to speak, I should hurry it up, because you have only thirty minutes to shower, dress, and eat breakfast."

Katherine wasted no time. Even as she said this, she moved to his bed and threw back his covers. Her hand was on his instantly-erect penis as soon as it was exposed. She squealed with glee and thrust out her chest to make her cleavage even more obvious. She muttered, "Hard as diamond already. I should have known."

Alan groaned, partly in delight, partly in frustration. The fact was, he felt strange. The events of the previous day seemed bizarre in the light of the new morning. He thought, I know I say or think it ALL the time, but this is too surreal! Mom comes in my room all pious and dressed for church, and then she sends in Sis like this, basically ordering her to give me a handjob? It's contradictory. Completely bizarre. I kind of don't even feel like another orgasm right now. I mean, I had ten yesterday. Ten! And everywhere I look I see some hottie naked or taking their clothes off. I'm mentally sexually overloaded.

Even as he thought this, Katherine took her shirt off while she gave him a smoldering, seductive smile.

He laughed at that coincidence inwardly. I just want to have a normal day today. Heck, even going to church doesn't sound so bad, for once. I should really ask Sis to stop and just get up on my own...

But Alan grew transfixed by the sight of his sister's firm tits as they shook in time to her strokes, and the sensation in his loins was too good to bring to an end. He amused himself thinking, Maybe being mentally sexually overloaded isn't such a bad thing after all.

Given that, for once, Katherine mouth wasn't filled with his penis while near him, she was free to whisper sexy things to him. She took full advantage.

He found that he loved it, just as he always did. He decided that he should try better to give as good as he got, and attempted to whisper sexy things back to her.

She talked, as she usually did in these circumstances, about how desperate she was to have him fuck her.

After hearing her say things like, "Your fuck toy hopes that today will be the day you take your big strong hands and teach my naughty ass how to behave," his desire to go back to sleep completely melted away.

Soon he was saying to her, "Watch out, Little Bubble Butt Sis, it's a good thing I can't see your sweet ass right now, or a spanking might not be good enough for you. I just might have to spread your cheeks with my hands and do you doggy-style from the rear. I'd get one of those ass dildos and fill up both your holes, and then shove my hand in your mouth so you're filled up in every way. How would you like that?"

"Oh yeah, Big Tree Trunk Brother! Now you're talking! Let's do it right now!" She made to pull her shorts off.

Alan had to stop her with his hand. "Just the handjob, Sis. Remember the no-fucking-at-home rule? Let's at least make some tiny concession to obeying Mom at least some of the time and not get majorly busted, okay? Remember how mad she was at you yesterday? I was just trying to get you hot with some talk. Geez!"

She giggled. "Sorry. You don't have to try to get me hot. Just holding this sister-fucking baby maker in my hands gets me so hot that my shirt would get ironed right on my back if I was wearing one! Luckily I never do, at least not around you. Keep going and fuck me with your words. And by the way, do you think if I breathe on this big sister-splitter, that would cross the line into a blowjob? Let's find out!" She giggled even more.

So Alan continued to talk dirty to her, as she blew air on his penis head and frantically jacked him off. But in a concession to time, he didn't exercise his PC muscle to prolong the experience. As a result, the handjob ended nearly as fast as it did for most men.

Technically, Katherine wasn't allowed to give him a blowjob, but her blowing slowly morphed into soft, gentle licks. She finished the handjob with his penis in her mouth under the excuse that she didn't want to make a mess.

He ended up blasting a load into the back of her throat.

Then she spent another minute or two thoroughly "cleaning" his extremely sensitive penis.

Alan felt bad for once again violating his mother's orders, but under the circumstances he wasn't in a position to say stop, because her licking and sucking just felt too great.

When it was done, he kissed Katherine on the cheek and thanked her politely, which caused her to modestly blush a bit. Somehow that led to him play with her tits for a minute or two, since her shirt was off already.

She whispered to him, "That made me so hot, but for once I didn't cum. You were too fast! Make me cum. I have a steaming hot pussy. It's ready for you. Just slide right in, Big Torpedo Bro. It has your name on it. Any time you like. You own my hole, my fuck hole! You're the only one I'd ever allow in there. I really mean that - you're the only one! You can fuck whomever you want but this fuck toy belongs just to you! Make me cum, my nasty, naughty brother. Just from your hands on my tits. Yes!"

She slid her hot pants down her legs just seconds before she froze, clenched tight and let loose with a joyous and loud orgasm. Apparently just the fantasy that she was about to get fucked pushed her over the edge.

That was a good ending for Alan. He was amused. Talk about hype! I don't even need to do anything anymore. Just the idea that I could gets her hot to trot. He took his hands away as he realized it was getting later and later for breakfast and church.

Katherine commented as she pulled herself back together, "To think. All these years Mom saying to me, 'Go get your brother and tell him he's going to be late for church.' And it was such a bother. It was certainly a lot more fun today! Now I just love any excuse to come in here. Or should I say cum in here. They're nearly one and the same! This room is starting to smell good again; just like your cum. Don't change it. We need to fuck repeatedly in every room of the house so there's no escape from this smell anywhere."

Alan joked, "I don't know. That sounds like a lot of work. What's in it for me?"

She lightly punched him on the shoulder as she made to go.

CHAPTER 2

Alan thought that he would at least have one sex-free hour during church, but he wasn't spared even then. The sermon happened to be about brotherly love.

That pleased Katherine to no end. She sat next to him and, while she refrained from touching him, every time the minister mentioned the words "brotherly love" she would look at him with knowing facial expressions that seemed to say, "Are you paying attention to that?" or "See what I mean?"

At one point, the minister mentioned, "Love thy neighbor."

Katherine nudged Alan, and pointed to Amy and Suzanne, who sat near them in the pews. She thought that was a hoot.

She had a hard time not giggling throughout the entire church service.

For some reason this teasing turned Alan on to an unusual degree. He suffered with a raging hard-on throughout most of church. Susan was calm and respectful of the church environment; Alan knew that one thing guaranteed to offend Susan was any kind of sexual teasing in church. But every time he looked at Katherine, she purposely did something tantalizing, such as lick her lips.

He loved it, but was nonetheless weary of having a hard-on so many hours in a day. He thought about those drug commercials that warned one should see a doctor if an erection lasted more than four hours. Okay, so maybe I don't have a hard-on four solid hours in a row, but sometimes it's pretty damn close to that!

Suzanne's family attended the same church, which gave Alan a rare Brad sighting. He idly wondered, What would Suzanne's clueless son would do if he knew what I was doing to his mother and sister? It's a shame how Suzanne is so clever but she didn't raise the two brightest bulbs.

He'd probably try to kick my ass instead of doing the smart thing and join in. What an idiot. But I feel bad for him, because Suzanne is over at our house so much. I have a feeling something bad is going to come of this whole Brad thing. Any day, he, or his dad for that matter, could wander over via the back patio route just like Amy always does. And then we'd be in deep shit.

As if to prove that she was much closer to the Plummer family than her own, Suzanne came back to the Plummer house straight from church. She wanted to press her idea of taking Alan to the beach. As it was before, the beach idea was just a cover so she could take him to a hotel and fuck properly for the first time.

Alan was amenable for whatever she wanted, and he would have been very eager had he known her true intentions, but Susan wouldn't allow it. After all, she pointed out, he had been grounded just the day before and for the whole week.

For once, Suzanne couldn't get the normally very pliable Susan to budge. Not only was there the grounding, but Susan was jealous and worried of the things Suzanne might do to Alan if she had him all to herself in private for hours and hours. And frankly, Susan put her foot down in large part because she didn't want to be without her son for that long.

Alan meanwhile continued his atypical sex-free mood. Amy came over too, and the four females all strutted about in various states of undress, each of them trying to outdo the other with "visual stimulation." But he hardly pulled his head from the big Sunday newspaper that he liked to read each week.

After lunch he continued this mood, leading to lots of questions from the others. More than one of the women asked him about the state of his penis, but he merely said his penis was fine.

Katherine asked if he didn't need some relief after all the teasing in church, but he said no, he was flaccid. He was also repeatedly reminded that he needed to maintain a better than average number for the rest of the week.

He said he knew that. He kept reading.

After the others poked and prodded him too much, he finally lost his temper and cried out, "What's wrong? Jesus! First off, I came ten times yesterday. Ten times! That's a record, and it's left me a little wiped out. Secondly, I've only gone a couple hours without any action. Are you all so perpetually horny that you can't give me one more or less sex-free day?"

The fact was that, yes, they all really were that horny. Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine found the day before simply incredible, though for Katherine the highlight was her sex with Suzanne. The day was like a sexual epiphany for everyone but Alan (for him, it was just the latest in a never-ending series of increasingly amazing days). The three females wanted more, like another shot of an addictive drug, and Amy desperately wanted to get involved.

Finally, more to maintain his average and get them to stop bothering him than anything, Alan allowed Suzanne to sit next to him and slowly stroke him while he read his newspaper.

He tried to ignore her efforts and continue to read, but the others were not so disinterested. One by one, Susan, Katherine, and Amy stopped what they did and came close, drawn like moths to flame. They all stood around his chair and watched every move Suzanne made. Nobody said a word as they didn't want to interrupt his reading. The room was deathly quiet except for the sound of Suzanne's hand as it slid up and down his erection, slicked up with pre-cum.

Alan didn't want a handjob. He didn't want to get excited. He just wanted to read a newspaper for once. But having three females watch him drove him to distraction and crazy with lust.

It didn't help that Suzanne was still dressed in her church finery but kept unbuttoning the front of her white dress until her nearly as white boobs were ready to burst free of their confines. Then she started muttering things to him in her scratchy yet oh-so-sexy voice. "Look, Sweetie, I didn't wear a bra. You know why? Because you told us all not to. Then my nipples get hard and they rub against the rough fabric as I think of you, even in church. In fact, the fabric is so rough that I'd better undo a couple more buttons."

Susan overheard and said, "Ooh! What a good idea. Too bad I don't have buttons in the front, though. Angel, can you be a dear and unzip me in the back? Thanks. Suzanne's right. Tiger is so diabolically clever. My nipples get hard all the time with all that rough rubbing and then all I want to do is suck cock!"

Alan looked up in time to watch Susan's dress fall to her waist, then he say the same happen to the dresses on Amy and Katherine. He looked back and forth at all the eight glorious tits on display just for him and groaned. It was too much for him to take.

He grabbed Suzanne's head and roughly pulled her into his crotch. "God dammit! You're all just too arousing!"

She finished off his orgasm with a blowjob.

No one said a word, but the other women all watched with undisguised desire. It was clear as they began to pant more and more that each of them was imagining themselves in Suzanne's place.

Alan just wanted to get off. He didn't exercise his PC muscle control and shot off quickly.

The others all covered their chests back up. They went back to what they were doing before and pretended like they hadn't seen anything.

Alan left to take a nap. He felt irked and tired.

Suzanne was pleased to see how sex acts were becoming increasingly public within the Plummer house, especially in the last twenty-four hours, but she was disappointed that Amy had to see it, too. She made a mental note to talk about that with her later.

She was even more disappointed at Alan's attitude. She called the others around her. "Did you see that? He didn't really seem into it. Of course he got into it eventually and filled my mouth with a load of hot and tasty seed. But it seemed like he was fighting it; like he just wanted to be left alone. I've never seen that before. Do you think he's getting tired of us?"

The four females put their heads together and tried to figure out what was wrong. After some discussion, everyone came to agree with Suzanne's observation that sometimes a person just needs a break, a chance to step back and absorb everything that's happened.

But Susan pointed out with concern, "That's fine, but he's been doing that half the day already. Here it is, past one o'clock already, and he's only cum twice! If this keeps up, he's not even going to make his six quota, much less seven or eight. And he's already in danger with three sub par days in a row before an admittedly remarkable number yesterday, and the scouting trip coming up. He can't take the day off! We just have to find a way to keep making it interesting for him so he can at least get to six."

They all nodded in unison.

"But how?" Amy asked.

Alan's medical story hadn't been completely explained to Amy yet (mostly to protect Akami and Dr. Fredrickson in case Amy slipped up and talked to someone), but now she knew enough to get the gist. Just earlier in the day, she was told that Alan needed to be "made happy" six times a day, every day, or he'd feel really tired.

Suzanne said, "I've long believed that clothes can do wonders. Partially naked is often more sexy than totally naked. Why don't we all try to dress up in new things that'll make him look twice?"

So they went up to Susan's room and tried on clothes (except for Amy, who was only allowed to watch). Since Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were all so similar in size they could wear each other's clothes. By now, most of the clothes in Susan's bedroom were Suzanne's anyway.

Once they all picked out outfits they liked, Amy said, "Everyone's look really sexy. Super duper sexy. Incrediwonderfantaburifically sexy, even." She looked at Suzanne. "I especially like what you're wearing, Mom. If that doesn't get him happy, then what will?"

"Thanks, Honey Pie, " Suzanne replied. She wore a skin-tight black leather outfit. It was brand new and the first time she'd worn it in front of others. With the dark glasses she had on, she looked like she'd stepped off of the set from one of the Matrix movies. "But I don't know if this'll get his mojo working. Maybe I'm not flashing enough skin. Or sometimes someone just isn't in the mood. But in any case, I have a more radical suggestion. You know what I was saying earlier, Susan, about the beach?"

"No beach," Susan replied firmly. "How many times do I have to say no already?"

"Wait. Hear me out. Instead of just Alan and I going to the beach, what if we all do? I know Alan is being grounded, but if you're there with him, you can supervise his punishment. Maybe he just needs a change of scenery to liven things up. If going to a beach with all of us in sexy bathing suits won't get him going, then nothing will. That'll be better than any of these outfits."

"I don't know..." Susan said doubtfully, but not ruling the idea out.

"Oh, come on! It'll be great," Suzanne enthused. "Just imagine. There will be sexy women everywhere. Alan's tongue will be hanging out of his mouth like a horny, happy puppy-dog. But we'll be the sexiest of them all. Alan's dick will be sooo hard. And he'll wear that new skimpy bathing suit I got him, the European-styled one. His hard, throbbing penis will barely be able to stay contained in that little slip of cloth. He'll just have to whip it out and get a nice cocksucking from his mommy."

"Mmmm. Lucky you, Susan." Amy spoke up again.

Suzanne turned to her daughter, a bit horrified. She frequently forgot that her daughter had slowly gotten on the same wavelength as the rest of them. She thought, I really, really have to have a serious talk with Amy soon. She's just a child; she can't be giving blowjobs at her age! I keep putting it off. I guess I have to accept her watching these things, but there has to be a boundary. ... Fuck. There I go, sounding like Susan again.

She conveniently forgot how sexually active she was when she was Amy's age, and younger.

Amy continued, "When will I be able to get a full load of his yummy cum to fill my mouth? I keep hearing so much about it."

Suzanne was even more disturbed by that. "You aren't going to, dear. Sorry. Susan and I were discussing this earlier. I know you've been stroking him some, and you've been a big help in the visual stimulation department, my sweet Honey Pie, but you have to leave it at that, okay? You're just too young and innocent."

"But I'm the same age as-"

"That's final," Suzanne cut her off. "I really shouldn't even be including you in discussions like this, but I'm trying to be accepting of what is, and what you've already done repeatedly. Okay, I guess you can stroke him all the way to orgasm, since you're doing that already. Then you can eat his cum off of your hands or where ever it lands. But no more than that. Okay? We really need to get you a boyfriend, and fast. What's happening to you is not how a girl should develop sexually. You're giving handjobs before you've had a proper date."

She sighed, and then redirected her energy to the problem at hand. "In any case, Susan, if we all go to the beach, we'll be able to send his libido into overdrive, and at the same time we'll be insured from going too far like what happened yesterday, because we'll be at a public place."

Susan was pretty much sold on the idea already, ever since Suzanne concluded her description of the beach trip with a "nice cocksucking from his mommy," which presumably would happen once they got back home. But she still had worries. "Hmm. Possibly. But what happens if, you know, he gets all excited, and needs relief right there on the crowded beach?"

Katherine naughtily clarified, "Relief? What do you mean, Mom? Do you mean if his big, thick, hard, pulsing erection is crying out for the warm mouth of a sexy and buxom, sweet-assed woman such as yourself? Do you mean if he's just so aroused by the likes of us that he can't take it any more, and he just has to rip his bathing suit off and shove his penis down your throat?"

Susan blushed and coughed nervously. She unconsciously crossed and un-crossed her legs as her pussy began to dampen at the thought. "Um, something like that," she meekly admitted.

She cursed her own body part: Damn you, pussy. Always betraying me. You're almost as bad as my tits. Can't you ever get satisfied or are you going to make me die of dehydration as I just plain gush myself to death?

The more they discussed the beach idea, the hotter Susan got and the more she found herself amenable. "But what will we do if that kind of thing happens in a public place? I would be terrified. Anyone could see! Maybe it's better we just hang out by the pool in the backyard. That's what we have a pool for, after all."

Suzanne had an answer for that, too. "There are two kinds of beaches we could go to. One kind is a very busy, public one. The other is a very empty, private one. Not exactly private, but I know of a beach that's so remote that we'll be the only people in sight, even if it is a weekend."

"Are you sure?" Susan asked in a worried voice. "You know how I feel about letting strange men look at me." But inside her mind, she'd already acquiesced to the idea. Suzanne usually knew best.

CHAPTER 3

A little over an hour later, the group arrived at the beach after a very long drive. Suzanne took them to Black's Beach, far to the south in San Diego County. The others didn't know it, but it was a nude beach. Amy joined Alan, Suzanne, and Susan, but Katherine did not.

Katherine very much wanted to, but Susan wouldn't allow it.

Susan pointed out that Katherine was also grounded, and since her offenses were much more serious than Alan's, her grounding would be adhered to more rigorously. In actual fact, there was a bad double standard at work. Susan was simply so hungry for her son's cum that she was incapable of punishing him for any length of time, and she also didn't want the competition from her even more eager daughter.

Suzanne drove the whole way. She parked the car in a parking lot that was on top of a two-hundred-foot cliff from the beach.

As they gathered their things to walk down a steep and winding path, a male surfer-type walked up to them and said to Alan, "Whoa, dude, one guy with three total babes? Are you lucky or what! What is this, some kind of photo shoot or something?"

Alan reflexively replied, "Yeah. Yes it is. It's a photo shoot." He leisurely put an arm around Susan's shoulder possessively, to make it clear that these women were with him and him alone.

Susan, while surprised at the move, didn't say a thing or discourage it. As a matter of fact, she rather enjoyed the way her son had suddenly gotten so territorial about his women in the presence of another man.

"Wow!" The surfer answered, completely believing it. The three women were all so sexy and gorgeous that it was no wonder he swallowed the story without any doubts."Right on! What kind of magazine? Can I watch?"

"No, you can't watch. And it's, uh, the magazine hasn't been decided yet. Probably Maxim or something like that." He did have a nice camera, so he purposely took it out to bolster his story.

"Rad, man. No way." The surfer then asked, "So who is going to be on the cover?" He looked from one of women to the next trying to determine who was best-looking.

"Who do you think?" Susan surprisingly replied. She wiggled her body back and forth in her red bikini, as her body language tried to shout: "Pick me! Pick me!"

Alan looked over at Susan and was stunned by the way her tits swayed from side to side as the golden sun beamed down upon her fair skin and the sight of the ocean off the edge of the cliff far below them. His breath caught in his throat.

"I don't know, lady," the surfer uncertainly replied. "I would totally say you, you're just about the hottest babe I've ever seen on this beach, and that's no lie. But then I look at this woman, and then this one..." His eyes jumped from one female to the next, each of whom mugged for him seductively.

It occurred to Alan that all three of women were shamelessly preening and posing, eagerly wanting to be the one chosen. It further occurred to him just how competitive his mother could be. That was very unusual - she was so shy around strangers, but in an attempt to be picked she moved her body like a practiced stripper and thrust out her hip to each side as she made bedroom eyes at the surfer.

A few more seconds passed and it became clear the surfer was unlikely to make a choice any time soon. "Don't make me choose!" he said in honest exasperation.

"Diplomatic answer," Alan laughed. "We've gotta run." He wrapped his arm around Susan's shoulder again and dragged her off, even while she continued to mug and pose.

The surfer gave Alan two thumbs up with his hands. "Excellent! Good luck. And whoa!" He whistled appreciatively at the three women and then walked off.

Alan was extremely glad that the stranger didn't pick one of the women, because he always tried his best not to verbally play favorites. If one of the women had been picked, it would have caused all kinds of damage control problems for Alan.

There was a lot of joking as the group walked down to the beach. The women were all very flattered to have been so easily taken for fashion models. They'd been called beautiful and many things besides, individually or together, but they'd always shown themselves off as suburban family types. Whereas now they were dressed to kill, so it was very believable that they were models. For instance, Suzanne was still dressed in her Matrix-like black leather outfit (in total defiance of the hot weather), and Susan also looked cool behind her dark glasses and flashy red bikini. Amy maintained more of the girl-next-door look, but that was sexy in its own way, especially given how revealing her dark blue bikini was.

When they made it down to the beach, Suzanne was surprised that it wasn't as empty as she'd hoped it would be. The beach was mostly empty, but not totally empty. They couldn't find any spot completely free from sight of anyone else. They picked a stretch of sand that had two men, naked, about three hundred feet away in one direction, and a family, partially naked, about two hundred feet away in the other direction.

Susan immediately commented on their neighbors and their nakedness. "Suzanne, you said we'd be completely alone. And why are those guys without any clothing? It's outrageous. This is a public beach!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes behind her glasses as she stripped off her black leather. She had a bathing suit under that, but she planned to take that off, too. "Susan, don't tell me you don't know about nude beaches. This is a public NUDE beach. Don't worry about those two guys looking at you. I'll bet you a million bucks they're gay. Half the people on these kinds of beaches are gay men."

She pointed down the beach. "That family on the other side is probably European. You just have a grandma, mother, and kids there anyway. So, really, we're pretty private. And I'm sorry it's not completely empty. That's how it was when I was here once before. But I guess since it's such a brilliant, lovely day, even though it's November, and the fact it's the weekend, put a few more people here. We'll live. And not to put too fine a point on it, but have you considered what they might think of US being here? If they have the courage to stick around, why can't we?"

"Suzanne, you tricked me. I don't mind being naked in front of family, but in front of strangers is something else! My body is for my son's eyes only. Period!"

Suzanne pointed out, "You were just putting on a show for that guy up by the parking lot. So what's the difference?"

"First of all, I was hardly 'putting on a show'. I can't help it if he admired my body. But that's totally different when I'm wearing a bikini. Tiger completely owns my breasts, so only he gets to see all of them."

Suzanne said, "Relax, Susan. The waves are pretty flat which means we don't have to contend with the surfers today. So really, the only other men around are gay men, and what difference does it make if they see you? Plus, we'll sit way back here near the cliff so anyone walking along the beach is going to be 100 feet away from us at the least. And you can see them coming from a ways off and cover up."

Amy said, "Well, I don't know about everyone else, but I LOVE it! Nude beaches totally rock! And Susan, think of the bright side. You won't be the only naked one here. Alan'll be naked too."

Suzanne picked up on that, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she goaded, "You know, he's gonna be horny and hard, watching all of us lathering each other in suntan oil. His big stiffy is going to be bouncing all over the place in need of motherly attention."

That got Susan. "Well, I don't know... I'm not happy about that this. Not happy at all." She bitched a little bit more, but it wasn't as if she was ready to go home.

Alan took a moment to survey the pleasant scene. Susan sat up on a towel on one side of him while Amy and Suzanne were on the other side. Suzanne was still changing out of her clothes, since she had so much clothing to take off and had gotten caught up in the argument with Susan.

Amy, by contrast, was already nude as the day she was born. It had taken her mere seconds to take of her clothes and lie face down on her towel.

She looked back up towards Alan and flashed him her usual winning smile. Of the four of them, Alan had fully expected Amy to disrobe first. He was amused to see that he'd been right.

"How you doin', Amy? You likin' the beach?" Alan asked her with a grin. Meanwhile he slipped off his own bathing suit, revealing his erection. He didn't care much if other people saw him; he'd gotten used to being naked recently. He saw, off in the distance, a small flock of seagulls swoop and glide gracefully in the pleasant beach wind. Between the beautiful beach atmosphere, lovely company, and the pleasant erotic buzz he was feeling, he felt very good.

"I love it! Wow! It's super duper cool. A nude beach! That's the bestest idea, like, ever!" The look of glee and excitement on Amy's face made her appear even younger than she actually was, which also made her seem even more beautiful. "Wouldn't it be cool if ALL beaches were nude beaches? And not just beaches, but everything! Nude shopping centers!"

Alan smiled approvingly. That's so Amy. She's naturally all over nude beaches like white on rice. I don't know where her love of nudity comes from, but it seems to be infectious. Heck, my package is hanging out all over and I'm not minding it at all. I don't even care if those gay guys over there see. It's not like I'll ever talk to them or see them again, and Suzanne says they're not gonna get that close.

And Amy. Look at her. She looks so good like this. Just one look at her cheery smile gets me hard, not to mention her cute, round, naked butt. That's a damn fine butt. Or Suzanne - turn this way, Aunt Suzy. Yes! Turn around some more, you giant pale goddess. Awesome. What a great-mother daughter combination!

With his penis sticking out like a flagpole, Alan casually asked Amy, "You ever been to a nude beach before?"

"Are you kidding me? Certain people" - she rolled her eyes, both to express her frustration and to motion towards Suzanne - "never let me. She doesn't even let me run around naked in the house!" Amy made this sound like she was practically the only teenager in town who didn't live completely naked in her home.

She turned towards her mother. "Thanks so much for allowing me to come, Mom. I feel like one of the gang."

Suzanne smiled benignly at her daughter as she straightened out her towel and lay down on it. "Sure thing, Honey Pie. I guess maybe I'm too protective sometimes. But it's hard for me to see you turn into an adult. I still think of you as my little baby."

Alan looked in the other direction, towards his mother. She was wearing prescription sunglasses and a very skimpy red bikini. The sight of the dark fabric against her light skin with the ocean in the background was breathtaking. It seemed completely improbable that someone so beautiful, such obvious centerfold material could be the mother to a teenager. But it occurred to Alan that it could get even better.

He said, "Mom, we're at a nude beach. Suzanne, Amy, and I, we're naked. Can you guess what I'm hinting at?"

"Oh, but Tiger, I can't! Being naked at home is one thing, but out here..." She scooted closer to him and then sat up on her heels in a dramatic cheesecake pose, with her hands behind her head."Isn't this good enough? Don't you think I'm good looking like this?"

Alan gasped. His mother looked like some supermodel photograph in a magazine come to life. He had a nearly overwhelming desire to push her backwards down into the sand and roughly fuck her then and there. But of course he couldn't, especially not in the middle of the beach.

He tried to hide his approval, and managed to eke out, "That's nice, Mom, but it IS a nude beach, after all." It occurred to him that he could use her own favorite phrase against her. "It would be rude to stay clothed. It actually would be SO IMPROPER to stay clothed." He couldn't help but grin at that. He could hear Amy and Suzanne giggle behind him too.

Susan grinned too, despite her consternation. "Very cute. Let me think about it, okay?" She thought back to her behavior with the surfer, just moments earlier. It was one thing to preen a little to be chosen as the most beautiful. It was quite another for her to actually get naked in front of any other males, even if they were probably gay. She really had a big issue with that.

After more teasing, Susan finally broke down and undid her bikini top, but only to lie face down on her towel. That was a big step for her when it came to being out in public, and the others were content to let her be for a while after that.

Everyone put on waterproof suntan lotion simultaneously. Though the idea of Alan putting on the lotion was a popular one, Susan wouldn't allow it. And, as Suzanne wryly noted, if Alan did that they probably never would have made it past applying lotion by the time they had to leave.

In fact, they didn't have much time. They'd had a very late start to the beach, it was a long drive there and back, and the days had gotten short with the season, so as soon as the lotion had been applied, they all ran into the ocean to swim.

Alan could hardly believe his luck to swim in the ocean with three incredible women, two of them totally nude (Susan had put her bikini top back on for swimming).

They all tried body surfing for a while, but the waves were disappointingly small. Still, it was a lot of fun.

Afterwards, Suzanne said she wanted to take a walk with Alan. Again, she was scheming to get him alone.

But Susan wouldn't have it. "Alan is still grounded," she pointed out. "I'd better come with you."

Suzanne noted, "I was planning on going that way." She pointed down the beach. "Ten minutes down that way, the nude beach fades out and it becomes a public beach. A very crowded one called La Jolla Shores. Are you sure you want to go down there? Dressed like that?"

Susan looked down at her skimpy bikini and reflexively put her hands over her chest. "No. I'd be so shy. ... But I'm not leaving you alone with him! You're always full of mischief. Take Amy, too."

Inwardly Suzanne groaned, but outwardly she acted unconcerned. In reality, Amy was a serious restraint on her plans. She'd been hoping to find a private spot behind some rocks and before the public part of the beach, and really have some fun with Alan.

CHAPTER 4

Suzanne, Amy, and Alan had a nice walk, though it was nothing compared to what Suzanne wanted. Suzanne carried their bathing suits.

Amy was so excited that she ran off ahead of them, totally naked. It was a very amusing and arousing sight for Alan to see, as Amy ran this way and that like an excited little child at the zoo. She just gloried in being allowed to be naked in a public, outdoors setting for the first time since she was a baby. Her tits bounced around wildly.

Alan had never seen anything like it. He seriously wondered if she could hit herself in the face with a tit.

Amy didn't mind that they passed a few other people, because those people were also naked (and most of them gay men, Alan guessed). After a couple of minutes, however, she ran up to Alan and Suzanne all out of breath and huffed, "There's lots more people up ahead! Mom, Alan, I'm worried people will see you. You'd better get changed."

Suzanne handed Amy her bikini, which she'd carried with her. "Here. You put this on, too."

"Oh yeah," Amy pouted. "Me too. Bummer. Do we have to go that way?"

They put on their bathing suits and continued on the walk. The walk through the popular beach was quite an ego-trip for Alan. Amy and Suzanne walked hand in hand on both sides of him. Nearly everything sexual that had happened to him had happened in private, so this was his first time to be seen in public with his new sexual persona. His chest swelled with pride.

Soon the beach was so crowded they were threading their way through people coming and going.

Nearly everyone, even other females, did a double-take when they saw Suzanne and Amy. It was remarkable enough that they were such knockouts, but the fact that they both acted like they belonged to the same guy was even more surprising.

Alan felt like he had walked into the Academy Award ceremony down a red carpet, with two movie starlets on either side of him.

The two women basked in the attention, too.

The three of them generally walked in silence, but Alan finally spoke and asked Suzanne, "You seem to be enjoying yourself today. Why is it that you never go to the beach? Heck, you never even swim in the pool. Not our pool, certainly, but I doubt even your own pool."

Suzanne thought and then looked down at her ghostly-white arms. "I guess it's because of my skin. Being so pale, I've always avoided the sun. So I'm just not a beach gal. But in recent days I've learned that if I cover up from head to toe really thoroughly, it's not so bad. Look - I may even be getting a tan."

Suzanne pulled at her bikini top to show more of one of her tits than was already exposed and pretended to show off a tan line. But it was a joke because there wasn't any tan line at all on her ivory skin. She pulled the bikini so far from her skin that Alan could see the entirety of one of her nipples. He was surprised she'd do that with so many men staring. It got some loud whistles.

Alan replied gamely, "Sounds like what you need are some strong hands that will completely cover you..."

"With suntan lotion," Amy completed the sentence he had purposely left hanging.

"I was thinking of some other kind of whitish cream, but that would work as well," he answered jokingly.

Suzanne ribbed him, but added, "Maybe someday soon you can cover me with both."

They continued onward and swept up attention from everyone as if they were royalty. Alan thought to himself, You know what's amazing? There are a lot of gorgeous women on the beach, but none of them are as good-looking as the two I'm with right now. Not even close. And the killer is that both of these women are MY women. They're both totally after me, and not anyone else. I could probably do whatever I wanted to them.

Well, within legal limits, anyway. For instance, I could just put my hand on Amy's butt, even though we're a public spectacle. Hell, why don't I?

Alan did so. First he switched from hand-holding to an embrace with both females and then he slid his hand down Amy's back to her butt, even as they continued to walk. When he found no resistance, he put his hand underneath her bikini and explored her ass crack with his fingers.

Awesome! he thought. That's what I'm talking about. Yes! With Amy, I could probably fuck her right on this crowded stretch of beach, and she'd just go, 'M'kay!' Katherine said lay off of Amy but I don't know how long I can stand it. She's just so agreeable and sexy. Next time I see this girl alone, I swear to God, I just might go all the way. I have a feeling she could really get into sex.

And as for Suzanne, talk about fucking lucky; I have no idea what I did to deserve it, but she's totally into me. I'm going to do the same with her and see what she does.

He slid his hand down Suzanne's back and into her bikini as well. Just as with Amy, Alan couldn't even see any change in facial expression as he turned his head from side to side to look at their faces. They only wore big, contented smiles.

Alan wanted to test just how far he could go. So after another minute passed, he slowly stuck an exploratory finger right up Amy's anus.

Amy's eyes flew open and her mouth opened as if she said "Ooooh!" but she didn't say a word. She didn't even break stride as they walked on. The only change was that her smile grew wider and her stride changed to more of a saunter.

Then he did the same to Suzanne, and laughed inwardly as her smiled also grew, so much so that her facial expression nearly perfectly matched Amy's. The way she walked also changed to match Amy's saunter.

Like mother, like daughter, he thought bemusedly. I guess they really are alike in some ways.

There was one important difference between them, however. Exploring further, he found that he could only get his middle finger into Amy's very small hole, but managed to fit his middle and ring fingers into Suzanne's more accommodating anus. All this experimenting created a great deal of pained yet delighted gasping from both females as they repeatedly clenched and relaxed their grip on his fingers.

Suzanne mumbled while barely moving her lips, "You cheeky bastard."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Did I say that?" Actually, Suzanne was very pleased. She was trying to get Alan to act more aggressively, and here he was. She didn't want to discourage that in any way. She was embarrassed, true, but also surprisingly aroused.

Somehow Alan continued to walk and probe two assholes at the same time. He found the subtle interplay of their ass muscles as they strolled along to be very arousing. It was fun watching them try not to squirm. He very much wanted to see the expressions of people behind him who could see what he was doing with their asses, but he couldn't see in that direction.

Suddenly a strange voice said, "Alan? ... Alan Plummer?"

Alan looked around and saw a face looking at him expectantly. At first he was confused, but then he placed it. "Darryl?"

The teenager who waded in the surf in front of them turned out to be an old friend of Alan's. But then Darryl had moved away and changed schools, so they'd lost contact.

Alan stopped and chatted and introduced his two sexy companions. But something possessed him not to take his hands off either Suzanne or Amy's ass, not even to shake hands. (Besides, he thought it would be rude to pull his finger out of an asshole to shake hands anyway.)

In fact, as Alan casually talked with Darryl, he continued to saw in and out of both their hotly clutching assholes with his fingers. It seemed to him that all his sexual fun took place inside and in private, but here was a rare chance for him to publicly "mark his territory" and hopefully not have it come back and haunt them.

Meanwhile, Alan's attentions to Amy and Suzanne's asses plus the idea of being watched by so many people had gotten to both of them. They started to squirm as if they both had to pee incredibly badly.

Suzanne thought, What the heck is with me? I'm supposed to be one in charge here, but Alan is treating me like some kind of bimbo. And I'm loving it! My god, if only a couple of his fingers feels this good, what would it feel like to have his big throbbing cock stuffed up my ass?

Shit! Now my face is all flushed and I'm probably leaking all down my thighs. My whole body is probably visibly trembling. Alan's friend must certainly know what's going on, not to mention the countless people standing behind me. This Darryl guy must be able to see the glistening juices running out of my pussy and down my thighs. Probably the same on Amy, too. Fuck! This is wild!

Alan's treating me like I'm some kind of "ho". It would be embarrassing enough if it was just me, but I'm letting him do the same to my daughter! From the look on her face and the way she's squirming her hips, Amy may even be getting off on this even more than I am. It's like he's the pimp and we're just a couple of his ho's, not even worth introducing to his friend here.

This is so naughty and un-PC! I've always been the one in the driver's seat with my other lovers. If this were anyone else, I'd slap the guy upside the head. But this is just too much fun to stop. Especially seeing how the timid and nerdy Alan is blossoming into a total Don Juan. Wow! What have I created?

Amy, if anything, did love what was happening even more than her mother. Having always been behind the pace of the other women in terms of the sexual acts they'd shared with Alan, this caused her heart to pound much more than it did for Suzanne.

When Amy got horny she loved to get naked, and right then she had a nearly overwhelming desire to rip her bikini off. She imagined falling to the sand in the buff, then having Alan pounce on her and fuck her silly, with crowds of beach goers watching. Had Suzanne gotten naked and joined in their sandy beach romp, so much the better. But she restrained herself, even as she helplessly writhed more and more on Alan's invasive digit, the longer they stood there talking to Darryl.

Alan was enjoying the moment too. But he saw it in a different way, and mostly thought it was a great lark. However, out of nowhere his experience at Baskin Robbins with Heather torturing him in public came to mind. He recalled how painful that experience was to him, and feared that he might be making Suzanne and/or Amy feel the same way he'd felt back then. He had no idea how horny this made the mother and daughter though. So he broke off his conversation with Darryl and said his good-byes.

Then the three of them turned around and headed back to Susan.

Now Alan could see the faces of all the people, male and female, who had clearly seen what his hands had been up to. There were a lot of thumbs ups and approving whistles from the men. Some of the women even made approving signs to Suzanne and Amy.

He thought, That was a really close call with Darryl. Lucky he moved to San Diego and goes to a completely different school. Of course it makes sense since we're at a far off beach, but there was a chance, IS a chance, that I could run into someone from my own school. How the heck would I explain walking with these two, especially if some school mate saw where my hands were? A lot of them know who Suzanne is from seeing her at the open house nights and such, since she's so good looking. Or what if Glory happened to be surfing out here today? Whoa. She DOES go to far off beaches to avoid her students. I need to be smart!

He pulled his hands completely away from both their asses as this idea of being seen sank in.

Amy audibly griped, "Awww..."

He was suddenly feeling bad, and said, "I'm sorry, you two. Did you mind, you know, what I was doing with my hands?"

Suzanne mumbled out of the corner of her mouth so other people nearby couldn't hear, "Do I mind? Let's see if this answers that question." She grabbed his wrist and put his hand back on her ass, then slid it back inside her bikini again.

Amy laughed agreeably upon seeing that. She playfully grabbed his other hand and slid it back onto her ass under her bikini bottom too, saying, "I only minded when you stopped!"

So he figured, To Hell with being smart. I'm too horny! God, people must be staring at my painful erection throbbing hard against my suit and my hands are occupied so I can't even adjust it. It's liable to pop right out at any moment and then we'll really a sight! He continued what he was doing with their tempting asses.

He said under his breath, "Dammit, when we get back to where it's safe, I'm gonna need the biggest blowjob of my life. I'm probably gonna last two seconds before I blow."

Amy replied none too quietly, "Oooh! Shotgun! I get to blow him first!"

Suzanne said like a chiding mother, "No Honey Pie, shotgun only counts for getting the front seat in a car; it doesn't count for cocksucking our Sweetie here. And what about Susan? Shouldn't she get a fair chance?"

Amy replied, "Hey, you snooze you loose!"

"Hey, yourself, Honey Pie. Besides, didn't I just tell you today that you're not allowed to blow him, period? Handjobs only for you. I don't want you to get too sexually wild. You have my genes which means you could love sex far too much."

Amy shot back with, "Don't I get a say in this? Most girls my age have had sex already. Besides, I called shotgun."

The two of them continued to argue who should get to blow him, which only made it more difficult for Alan to walk with his stiff erection. Meanwhile, the crowds thinned out as they continued north. Finally, they asked him what he thought.

He didn't want to play favorites. So he just quipped as he gave both of their ass cheeks an extra firm squeeze, "What do I think? I think you're both being very cheeky."

That elicited groans for the word play combined with groans of arousal for the squeezing.

Then he said, "You want to know what I really think? I think it's crazy that we're walking literally in front of hundreds of people. And everyone is staring at my hands. I'll bet they can see the way my fingers are moving. Well, some of them, anyway."

Suzanne suddenly complained, Shut up! If you say one more thing, I'm gonna fall to the ground and explode with the most powerful orgasm ever! I can barely hold on as it is!"

So Alan stayed quiet. But he played with their ass cracks most of the way back, keeping both Amy and Suzanne right on the edge of a great climax the entire time.

They returned to the lonely Susan about half an hour after they left. As soon as they crossed the line they guessed marked the start of the nude beach, the two women took off their bikini tops again.

Alan still had his hands in their butts.

Suzanne said, in the voice of a complaint but with the intention of a command, "I suppose you're going to have to shamelessly play with our tits now, Mr. Pimp."

"It's a bit hard when we're all walking," he pointed out. Inwardly, he wondered, "Mr. Pimp?" What's that all about?

"I'm sure you'll manage," she replied. She grabbed his wrist from near her ass and guided his hand to her chest as she thought, And to think, we might even have been fucking behind those rocks over there if Amy didn't have to come along on this walk. It's so fucking frustrating! I just need a few hours with him alone.

God DAMN this stupid grounding of his and Susan keeping him on a short leash - I thought today would be my one big chance. But it hurts so good to have the anticipation build up. When I finally fuck him, he's gonna know what it means to be truly and profoundly fucked by a woman who really knows what she's doing. Watch out, big boy. You don't even know what's coming. And I am just going to positively die of joy as he pummels me with that marvelous cock. My Sweetie!

Alan asked Suzanne, "Isn't there some kind of public indecency law we're violating or something? I mean, I've got my entire finger up Amy's ass as she's squeezing it to death and I'm shamelessly playing with your tits at the same time. That has to be against the law, right?"

"Probably," Suzanne conceded. "But I'm so hot that I don't give a flying fuck! ... Pardon my language, Amy."

"That's cool, Mom. But I totally know what you mean. Can we stop soon? Cos I really have to cum pretty badly."

"Just a little further, Honey Pie."

A little bit further on when they were firmly back in nude beach territory, all three took off the rest of their clothes. They stole off to a secluded spot behind some rocks and both Amy and Suzanne had their big climaxes from Alan's continued probing. In fact, both of them got off even before they made it all the way to complete privacy.

But the fun didn't end or even slow down. Both Amy and Suzanne were still nearly frantically charged up with desire. However, they hurried on since they had promised Susan that they wouldn't be gone for long.

Alan played with both sets of tits as he walked. His ego surged even more, despite the fact the beach was nearly deserted now that they were fully in the nude section.

Suzanne threw caution to the wind and held him by his erection, which she repeatedly squeezed, so they were nearly a walking orgy as they continued down the beach and passed the occasional stranger.

They all let go of each other's privates when they got within sight of Susan, but they were nonetheless quite a sight to see when they returned.

CHAPTER 5

Susan stewed a bit while she waited. She felt like she had missed out and fallen behind because of her fear of being seen naked by others. She also was a bit frightened of being left on a nude beach all alone. But luckily, while the others had gone, the two men who sat closest to them left. As it was starting to get late and the sun was sinking, she was left without anyone else in sight.

Susan kept her top on after Alan had left, but when the other three returned she was hit by a wave of sexual energy that they brought with them. Even before Suzanne came to a halt in front of her she said, "Susan, you're taking that top off now, and that's final."

Susan tried to change the topic. "How was your walk?"

"Incredible! But that's besides the point. Alan, are you with me here? Don't you have the power to decide what your mother wears? Or in this case, doesn't wear?"

"That's right, Mom. I'm afraid you've got to take your top off. And no covering up with your arms or by lying own, either."

"Oh, poo!"

Deep down, Susan loved it when Alan ordered her to do things, so she took her top off. Suzanne, Alan, and Amy were still completely nude, so she was still a bit behind, but for her, actually exposing her chest in a public place was a major concession. She nonetheless kept her hands over her chest as much as the others would let her.

Now that they were all completely nude, or nearly so, Suzanne said, "Sweetie, I know you're pretty worked up after that walk and seeing so many lovely ladies on the beach. It's time to decide who gets the cocksucking honors, don't you think?"

Suzanne was the pot calling the kettle black, since Alan had gotten her and Amy very worked up and he damn well knew it. The mother and daughter were still dripping-wet with excitement, despite their orgasms, while he was hard but not especially so. His erection had gone down a bit simply from being up for such a long time.

Still, he appreciated the offer and said, "You know it, Aunt Suzy. I'm all over that idea. I know it's risky, but if I don't blow soon, I'm gonna die."

"Susan? You want to do the honors?" Suzanne asked. While Suzanne would have preferred to do it herself, she saw this as an opportunity to further break down some of Susan's barriers.

Susan looked to Suzanne in horror. "Me? No way. I could never do that in public. You do it! Amy and I will guard you."

Seeing the strength of Susan's resistance, Suzanne acquiesced to that. She sat on top of Alan's leg and jacked him off while Susan and Amy sat on either side and tried to block the view from any onlookers (there were none anyway). Both Susan and especially Amy were more intent to watch instead of stay on the look-out for strangers. They practically salivated over what Suzanne did.

Susan muttered things like, "Isn't this illegal? The things we have to do sometimes for your medical treatment."

That caused Alan to think, Oh yeah. My medical treatment. It's so hilarious. I've almost forgotten about that completely and gotten into the six times a day thing as an end in and of itself. Let's see. Is my energy level any better lately? Hmmm. Not really. But then, who the fuck cares? It's not like I'm gonna ever want to stop, even though all this attention is slowly killing me. If I'm going to die, this is the ultimate way to go.

Suzanne could feel his balls tighten up, but she pretended that she didn't know he was about to cum and he followed her lead and didn't say anything either. Cum simply started to fly up in the air and headed from where he lay up in a big arc down towards Suzanne's chest. Her big rack was an easy target to hit, but she expertly aimed his penis and made sure that some got in her face as well. By the time he was done there were bits of cum all over her and even some on his thighs and the towel beneath him.

Suzanne would have preferred to swallow it all, but she wanted to push Susan a bit further yet again. She knew the sight of Alan's flying cum would reduce Susan to a quivering mass of horny nerves.

Sure enough, Susan stared at all the splattering like her eyes would pop out of her head. Her stiff nipples showed just how horny she was.

Suzanne asked Alan, "How did you like that, Sweetie?"

"It was great. As usual. Thanks a ton, Aunt Suzy. I think doing it in public makes it sooo much more exciting. Even if no one is watching, here we are in the wide world underneath the sun and the clouds. I don't like taking risks, but this is all the fun without any real danger."

"I'm with you. It is a kick. But now we have this big mess." Suzanne started to scoop up some gobs and licked them into her mouth. "Susan, would you like to help me clean up here?"

"Me? Uh, no. I really shouldn't. ... Well, if you insist." Susan leaned over and down.

Suzanne inwardly cackled with glee. She felt Susan's hands on her tits as she swept up gobs of cum and ate them.

"You know, we really should stop this," Susan said halfheartedly even as she gloried in rolling the cum around the insides of her mouth.

Amy also reached over and scooped up some cum. Suzanne didn't notice at first because her eyes were closed, but then she realized there were too many hands on her. She opened her eyes, sat up, and barked, "Amy, what do you think you're doing?"

Amy swallowed another big gob. "Can't I help too? It's so yummy."

"No." Suzanne lay back down while Susan continued to feast on her and ignored the minor dispute. "Honey Pie, what am I going to do with you? You're too pure and precious to me."

"Oh, Mom, that's not fair." Amy got up and stomped off. She was peeved. That was a very rare emotion for her.

Susan and Suzanne continued their cum feast. Suzanne hoped that Susan would get bold enough to lick the cum straight off of her tits, but apparently fear of being seen held her back from doing that. Alan just lay back on his towel and enjoyed the sight, though he stayed flaccid.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of cum, but the two of them took their time to enjoy it and savored every gob. After a couple of minutes, Suzanne said to Alan, "Sweetie, could you get up and help me for a minute?"

Alan was already right next to them, but he sat up and said, "Sure, what is it?"

Suzanne sat up on her heels and then stretched backwards so her crotch was on prominent display between her bent knees. "Susan, do you realize we've been forgetting our manners? Here we are, eating a nice little snack, and we haven't offered Alan anything. How 'bout it, Tiger? See anything you'd like to eat?" She pulled her pussy lips open and allowed Alan a glimpse into her hidden depths.

Alan was a bit chicken at going down on a woman and with such a hairy bush like Suzanne had, so he wasn't sure. It further occurred to him that the last time he was alone with Suzanne, she'd promised that he could play with her pussy. But he could scarcely believe the next opportunity would be like this, with a compliant Susan resting her arms on one of Suzanne's thighs.

Then something Suzanne said occurred to him, and he said, "Hey. You called me Tiger, Susan's nickname for me. That's confusing me."

"I did, didn't I? That's okay. I get confused myself. You have two tall, naked, big-titted mommies to service your every sexual whim. It's easy to confuse us when we're both so sexy and hot for cock."

That was a nonsensical explanation as to why Suzanne said "Tiger," but it worked for Alan's libido, which was her purpose. His face drew closer to the gaping pussy.

Susan was busy wiping the remains of Alan's cum spray off of Suzanne's stomach, but she paused long enough to interrupt with an objection. "Suzanne, we're in a public place! I refuse to allow such a lewd display. There's no one around at the moment, but if anyone saw us, why, why... I don't know what."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "I do. If anyone saw us, they'd get quite horny, that's what."

Alan took Susan's objection as an excuse to decline, sort of. "Suzanne, since Mom doesn't want me to do that, how about if I finger you instead?"

"Works for me!" Suzanne said as she leaned all the way back for him. "Now that the children are gone" - this was a reference to Amy - "let the adults play some nice adult games." Suzanne thought she was joking with the "children" reference but it really was more a commentary on her failure to realize Amy was turning into a woman.

Alan stuck two fingers into Suzanne's dripping and still-open pussy hole before Susan could further object. He distracted his mother further and said, "Mom, there's lots of cum in this general area." He waved his hand over Suzanne's crotch and thighs. "It would turn me on to see you clean it up."

So Susan searched for and eventually found each and every cum gob below Suzanne's belly button.

Alan and Suzanne were both disappointed that she didn't use her tongue to lick it up, but it was an inspirational sight, just the same.

She stared intently as Alan's fingers plunged in and out of Suzanne's pussy. Drool actually fell out of her mouth without her noticing. Her pussy shook and trembled with excitement as she imagined that it was her own pussy getting violated by her son's fingers.

The situation was all too much for Suzanne. It was like her grand Plummer orgy scheme had already come true. The thought of Alan fucking her while Susan licked at her clit pushed her over the edge. She started to cum, and once she started she just couldn't stop. She came again and again. Her legs twitched and thrashed, but that didn't stop Alan's fingers, nor did Susan stop with her cum hunt.

Amy came back not long after Suzanne's massive climaxes began. She sat next to Alan and watched her mother writhe.

When Suzanne first noticed Amy, she was horrified, but she was too far gone at that point to even say anything. As she continued to buckle, she realized the fact that Amy was watching made her even hotter.

Suzanne thought, It's like we're all non-stop sex machines! Toys for my and Alan's amusement. It's amazing how much sex the rich, beautiful, and idle can have once they put their minds to it, heh-heh. The only thing holding us back is the thin veneer of restraint Susan still has, and that's falling down by the hour. Plus, this whole thing with Amy is killing me. As a responsible mother I really need to keep her out of all this. But as a lust-crazed woman I totally want to do her myself! That is so wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! Did I just say that? I can't even think about it. I'm NOT thinking about it. She's my daughter; that's real incest. No! No, no, no, no, no....

She tuned Amy out and thought about Susan and Alan and all the wonderful things the three of them could do together.

Susan also thought about how wrong this all was. But she was helpless to stop her own actions, so she struggled to justify them. We all know Alan's cum is very precious. It can't be wasted for any reason. It ultimately belongs in a mouth or pussy; that's just a fact. Amy can't eat it off of her own mother, so it's up to me. That's all there is to it.

There's nothing wrong going on here. I'm just enjoying a yummy little beach sperm snack. I am NOT going to lick my way all down Suzanne's stomach, exploring her belly button with my tongue, lapping up my son's cum along the way. If I start licking, I just might find my mouth down there right next to Alan's plunging fingers. Soon I'd be lapping up her love juices he's so copiously creating, straight from her quivering hole. No! I have willpower. That's a totally different thing from just enjoying some of his cum. That's a lesbian thing! I am NOT going to do that!

Once Susan ran out of cum gobs on Suzanne's skin, she didn't stop. She kept searching for more, which meant she ran her hands all over Suzanne. She openly cupped and hefted Suzanne's tits, mentally comparing their size with her own. But she didn't realize that she was doing something sexual. She still thought she was just being very thorough in her cum search.

There was a lot of panting and moaning all around. But somehow Alan still didn't get hard, perhaps because his penis was still weary from the orgasm-athon the day before. He would have liked to order Amy to service his penis, but his penis didn't feel up to it at the moment. Plus, he was content to just give pleasure to Suzanne.

Suzanne realized she might be able to go on for a very long time with Alan, Amy, and Susan all focusing on her, but her body could only handle so much. She eventually had to cry uncle. They all flopped back down on their towels, completely drained.

But Suzanne did have the energy to say to Susan, "So, I'm beginning to think this beach trip idea of mine was a pretty good one. What do you think?" She laughed with pure delight and the others all laughed along.

Suzanne thought, I never knew I could feel this happy. I'm a friggin' genius. Who says crime doesn't pay? Not that what I did was a crime, just a little bit of necessary and harmless duplicity. My six times a day scheme was the most brilliant thing I ever did, hands down!

CHAPTER 6

It was past four and nightfall came early this time of year. It was getting a bit darker and a bit colder, but everyone was having too much fun to leave.

After a while, Alan and Suzanne ended up back in the surf. They splashed in the waves while Susan and Amy remained on the beach. Since the waves were small to nonexistent, they had a good chance to talk as they played and swam.

At one point Suzanne idly made the comment, "I love you when you're naked outside like this."

That got Alan to think very seriously. He said to her in a contemplative voice, "You know, it's funny. I mean, you're practically like family. I even call you 'aunt' a lot. But you've always officially been Mom's best friend from next door, and not officially family, and so there's been this formality. Especially with the way Mom was, you know, how she was so proper and formal. She's still kind of that way, even though she's loosening up with her body."

He continued more earnestly, "But anyway, even now, you or I can say 'I love you when you're naked,' but not just 'I love you.' But that's what I want to say: I love you. Because I really do love you. And I don't just mean physically. I mean, sure, you're a total busty sex bomb, but you're also one of my best friends. In fact, you're, like, one of the most important people to me in the whole wide world. I really mean that. I really, truly love you deeply."

Suzanne normally had a very jaded, sophisticated demeanor, but as Alan went on, she felt herself become weak in the knees, even though she was in the water. She stared at him with an intense longing. When he said, "I love you," she was glad she was nearly neck deep in the water or she would have literally fallen down below the surface.

Alan, in turn, tried to stare into her eyes during this important emotional moment, but had a hard time from drifting down to her chest. Her boobs were easily visible just under the water, and the way they rose up and seemed to float made them seem even bigger than ever. They looked nearly Brenda-esque in size.

He thought to himself, When I say I love Suzanne, how much of that is because she's such a sexually insatiable hourglass-shaped Amazon, and how much is it her personality? ... Ah, hell, it's both. But there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Does that make me shallow? I think not. Physical attraction is a key part of any romantic love. It's just that her body is so... out of this world amazing!

She held out until he said "whole wide world," but then she couldn't wait any more. She cried out, "Sweetie!" Then she grabbed him tight and kissed him on the lips.

As the two of them were already completely naked, the kiss naturally developed into an all out and mostly underwater intense grope.

After a couple of minutes, when they had to pause to catch their breath, Suzanne panted, "Sweetie! I love you! I love you, too. If you only knew how much... What I've done, to get you to... Well, it doesn't matter. The important thing is we have each other. I love you!"

They kissed some more. Suzanne had almost started to confess her whole six times a day scheme, but then thought better of it.

Despite the cold water, Suzanne had a hand on Alan's penis and kept it long, hard, and happy.

Alan similarly found her pussy and put two fingers into it without so much as a second thought.

As they worked on each other under the waves while remaining in a hug of sorts, Alan said between more kisses, "Don't think I'm saying that just because we've been so physical lately. I felt that way before, and the physical has just added a new dimension to my love for you."

She said, "Stop. You're killing me. This is too much! This is like a dream come true. Sweetie, Alan, my friend, my lover, I love you so much! So very, very much."

Alan could see tears as they ran down her cheeks.

She saw him looking at them and pointed out, "These are tears of joy. I don't care if you're half my age. You're the only man I've ever met who I really loved. My husband can go hang - I wish he would if it means I could be with you! Age doesn't matter. And you're such a great lover, too!"

She pulled herself even closer to him so his penis was right on top of her bush. Her hand was wrapped around his tool already, but she went farther. Using both hands, she pushed his hand down there out of the way, and then pulled his erection between her legs, as if he would dry hump her.

She felt very devilish and decided that Alan deserved something a little more special than just a handjob. She was so overwhelmed with emotion that she wanted to throw caution to the wind. Plus, since their bodies were mostly covered by the ocean water, she felt that now was a perfect moment to take such a bold risk.

She said in her scratchy voice, "You know, some times, accidents can happen. For instance, what if a big wave came by and sort of bumped you into me? What would we do then?"

There was no big wave, an in fact very few waves at all, but she pulled his penis right into her pussy lips. She kept on going and brought the head of his penis into her vagina.

"Suzanne!" he gasped as his mind boggled and his eyes went wide as saucers. "Are-are-are you sure? I mean, I, well, this is a big step!" He was completely thrown for a loop and didn't know what to do. Even in his mind, he could hardly think at all. Holy fucking mother of God! Suzanne is... My dick... Fuck! ... Her... She, Suzanne... No way! We're fucking!

His heart pounded frantically and trip-hammered in a way that he hadn't experienced for several weeks. He felt he was going to pass out at any moment.

But Suzanne appeared calm. She smiled wryly and said, "What do you mean? Big step what? I'm just noting that accidents can happen sometimes."

Ironically, a wave did belatedly arrive. It swept both of them off of their feet, but they hugged each other tighter and remained connected down below. Suzanne pressed herself into him and his penis slid in another two inches.

Alan's eyes went wide as saucers in awe and amazement.

"B-bu-bu-but, what about Susan?" he asked even as his penis slid in another inch. He looked toward the beach to see if his mother was watching them but he didn't see her.

Meanwhile, the two of them were floating deeper into the sea as they remained unable to touch the bottom.

"What about me?" asked Susan from a ways off.

Alan heard Suzanne gasp and knew from that that something was not good. To his horror, he looked past Suzanne and saw that his mother was in the water, only fifty feet from them and quickly closing the distance. Thanks to the sound of the waves, he guessed she hadn't heard anything clearly until he said her name, but she could obviously see something was up. No doubt, from the beach she could see all their intense kissing and that caused her to come closer and investigate.

Alan belatedly tried to answer Susan's question as he attempted to pull out.

Suzanne turned, saw Susan, and let his erection vacate her hungry vagina.

"Um, we were just talking about love," he said as Susan came even closer.

"Yes? Love? And?" Susan looked very suspicious.

They maintained their close hug because to completely break away would be even more suspicious.

Alan thought on his feet, even as his feet were scrambling to find a foothold on the ground. His erection continued to rub against Suzanne, making it hard to think. "I was just saying that I loved Suzanne. I told her, 'I love you.' And she was saying that she loved me. So that's why we were hugging and kissing a little. She said she loved me more than anyone in the whole wide world, so I said, 'what about Susan?'"

"That's not fair," Suzanne complained. She played along with what was actually very close to the truth. "You can't compare love between man and woman with love between two women. I meant I love you more than any other man. Of course I love Susan just as much, as a woman."

Susan came closer and was only ten feet or so away by now. She was a romantic at heart and her suspicions melted away as she heard the talk about love.

Then Suzanne gushed, "Susan, do you realize? He said he loves me! This is such a special moment in my life. I've never felt like this before!"

Susan came closer in an attempt to hold Suzanne's hand. It was obvious from Suzanne's face that she had just had a pivotal emotional moment so she wanted to share in it.

Suzanne thought to herself, Oh, my! That was close. That's some good quick thinking, Sweetie. Maybe he has it in him to become as big of a schemer as I am.

But even though Susan was right there, her fingers found Alan's erection and she grabbed it tightly. She missed the all-too-brief sensation of being filled by his penis and wanted that experience just a little bit more before they had to stop. She even tried to put it back in her hole, despite the reckless danger. She hoped the water would cover everything.

Alan had a hard time stopping her because he was still struggling to touch the ground (considerate guy that he was, even in his predicament, he didn't want to pull himself down deeper into the water and drag Suzanne down with him because he knew she hated to get her hair wet).

Alan, always careful about favoritism, quickly added, "It's true that I said I love Suzanne. But of course I love you, too, Mom. I love you so much. Loving Suzanne doesn't diminish that at all. No one can come even close to replacing the special place you have in my heart." As he talked he used a hand that was already underwater to fight Suzanne and keep her from putting his penis back in her. He was too flummoxed to realize the irony that he'd been trying very hard to get into that hole, and now he was fighting to keep out.

Susan closed the distance completely now. She decided to hug them both rather than just hold Suzanne's hand.

Alan managed to reach the ocean bottom just as the three of them hugged. Even though Susan's bikini bottoms were the only stitch of clothing between the three of them, it was a mostly platonic and loving hug.

"Suzanne. My Tiger. You two are too great! I'm so happy for the both of you," Susan cooed.

Susan's close presence caused Suzanne to give up her desire to fuck, anyway, so she let go of his penis and allowed motion of the water to force their bodies apart naturally.

Alan thought to himself as he hugged, Dang. That was too close! Suzanne and I were about to fuck! Fuck! Really and truly fuck. With SUZANNE! We're not just talking some schoolgirl here, this is Suzanne!

Wow! I mean, technically, I was already in her! And right in front of Mom, no less! I guess Suzanne got carried away with what I said. What if Mom would have come here a couple of minutes later? We would have been going at it with total abandon! I know I would have. Totally fucking wild abandon. Dang. Just one minute later and I could have at least done a little! Shit.

What'll Suzanne do now? Is she going to step back and regret what we were about to do or can we finish what we started later? Please God, please, let me fuck Suzanne! Soon. Pleeeeeasse!

At the very same time, Suzanne thought, That was dumb. If only I was a little more prudent and made some distance from Susan, we could have gone all the way. What a torturous tease I am, just like when I pretended to be Elle at the costume party. This does not count as our first time. No way. We're still at zero in my book. But I just couldn't hold back after he said he loved me! Screw my scheming. This is so far beyond my scheming or just winning another conquest. This is love! I'm really in love! I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager. I didn't even know a woman my age COULD feel like this!

Meanwhile, as Susan hugged the both of them, she thought, I absolutely love this guy. My very own son! I just love him all up. I don't deserve such a great kid. Of course he loves Suzanne. She's so great; it's only natural. How lucky am I to have her as a best friend? She's always there for me. For us. But things were a little fishy before I butted in. Good thing I came out here because I think Suzanne is getting a little bit carried away. I mean, they are buck naked. And that look in her eyes... Later I'm going to have to talk to Suzanne and make sure she's straight on the boundaries. I don't know about that kind of kissing either, even though I've kind of slid a little in that direction myself sometimes lately...

The three of them ended the hug and waded back to shore. They went back to their towels on the beach.

Amy still sat there in all her naked glory. She was a bit suspicious about all the hugging and kissing in the ocean in front of her - from her distance it looked like the other three had a mini-orgy out in the water. But she kept her mouth shut.

Alan let his erect penis bounce proudly in front of him as he walked up onto the beach. "Can someone help the swelling go down?" he asked as he sat down next to Amy. "What about you, Amy? Would you like to help out?"

"M'kay!" she said. "That sounds super awesome! Cool!"

Suzanne threw cold water on the idea. "Wait a sec, you two. Honey Pie, I know I said you could help out with your hands earlier, but I don't really feel comfortable with that, out here and everything."

Amy was crestfallen, and she looked it.

Susan said, "Amy, don't worry. You can have your chance later today. I'll make sure of it. There will be so many chances. Let's give this one to Suzanne. She and Alan had a special moment out there in the ocean, so it's only appropriate. Today just seems to be her day."

Alan thought, Mom, you have no idea how "special." Dang! I cannot believe Suzanne almost fucked me! The thing is, we do love each other. I meant every word, including what I said about you, Mom. And- Shit! Fuck! She isn't wasting time, either!

Alan responded to the fact that, while he was lost in thought and before he realized what had happened, Suzanne already had her mouth around his penis.

That took Amy and Susan by surprise, too. They quickly went into position and shielded the blowjob on either side. They knew they could all be in trouble if they got caught performing a sex act out in the open.

Amy couldn't help but pout a bit, however. "Mom, you get all the fun stuff. I want to have a special moment with Alan too!"

Susan responded since Suzanne and Alan were well occupied. "Don't worry, Amy dear. I'm sure you'll have lots of special moments with Alan. Isn't that right, Tiger?"

Alan was so overcome with the pleasure Suzanne's mouth gave him that he could barely answer. "Mmmm hmmm. Yeah. ... Definitely."

"Just watch and learn, Amy," Susan said motheringly. "Watch your mother's technique. Suzanne's really talented with her long tongue, I can tell. Before too long, that'll be your tongue on his penis."

"Really? Cool!" Amy said with her usual enthusiasm. Suzanne groaned inwardly at the thought of her daughter giving a blowjob, but her mouth was too occupied for her to say anything about it.

Suzanne knew just what turned Alan on. Like all men, he had a sensitive spot just under the penis head and she constantly worked on stimulating that in one way or another. She could go down into a near-deep throat and then come back up and flick her tongue right at that spot that drove him wild. She even knew how to gently use her teeth in a way that aroused him further. Not even Glory went for doing much with her teeth.

When Alan had his penis in Suzanne's mouth, he was truly in heaven, and Suzanne felt just as good in return. She particularly loved the naughtiness of it all. Having both Susan and Amy watch close up was almost too much, and made her nearly lightheaded with happiness.

While Suzanne sucked, Susan narrated for Amy's benefit. "You see what she's doing with her hands there? That's what I call the 'confusion cock.' Her hands are stroking around his penis one way and her lips and mouth are working on it the other way. Then she switches directions with hands and mouth at the same time. Alan doesn't know what hit him or from what direction. This is pretty neat, I must admit. Suzanne and I have talked about these techniques so much, but now I get to see exactly what she means. Watch and learn. Soon that'll be your mouth stuff to the brim with Alan's fat pole."

By the time Suzanne's very prolonged, expert blowjob was done the sun had already started to set. The beach was still mostly deserted so they didn't need to worry about onlookers, but it was getting colder, too cold to stay naked. As a result, there was no big cum eating production like earlier. Suzanne just let Alan fill up her mouth with his seed.

Funnily enough, no one had been near the entire blowjob, but right as Alan was cumming a pair of nude joggers went by and there was no way for Suzanne or Alan to stop what they were doing.

Susan and Amy tried to cover up, but they could only do so much.

The joggers wondered if their eyes had played tricks on them or if they really saw a woman's head bobbing up and down in a boy's lap, surrounded by two gorgeous and topless women. Even by nude beach standards, that was a pretty outrageous thing to see.

When Suzanne was done and her mouth was finally free, she saw the need to correct what Susan had been saying a few minutes earlier. "Now, Amy, remember you're not allowed to suck Alan's cock. So don't listen to Susan. Hand jobs okay, but that's it. We have to set some limits, because you're still so innocent. You're not ready for sex."

"I AM ready!" Amy protested, but she couldn't convince Suzanne.

There were more joggers who came by as many people liked to go jogging in the cooler hours at the end of the day.

Susan put her bikini top back on in response. As she saw two more people run past and another off in the distance, she said, "Look at those goobers gawking at us. I think that's our cue to leave."

Amy said, "M'kay, but Alan, didn't you bring a camera? Let's take some pictures!"

So Alan took out his camera from his bag and they took some pictures. It occurred to Alan that he didn't really have any pictures of any of them naked, so he wanted a lot of those. He convinced Susan to briefly take her top off again so he could get the three of them topless, all in a row. She also took off her prescription sunglasses so her eyes could be more visible.

"Perfect!" he said as he snapped them with their racks pressed into each other. He joked, "I'm going to call this one: Suzanne and her two kids."

Susan and Amy laughed, but Suzanne said, "You're gonna get it now!" and raised her fist threateningly in mock anger.

Alan took a picture of that, too, which made them all laugh some more.

But the fact behind the joke was, Susan really could look like a teenager at times, and Suzanne could not. Even when she was a teenager she had an older, more sophisticated look about her.

"Too bad Katherine isn't here," Amy noted as they posed for another photo. "She'll be bummed that she missed out."

"She IS being punished, you know," Susan pointed out as she put her glasses back on. "Maybe this will be a good lesson for her."

Alan commented, "I'm just bummed I can't have all of my four favorite women in the whole wide world in the same picture, with the ocean in the background."

"Next time," Susan pointed out. "I don't know about you all, but I want to come back here to this very spot again and again." And to think, she thought to herself, Before we got here I was dead against coming to this place. It's a good thing I follow Suzanne's advice.

Susan had a brief vision of returning to the beach. In it, she was alone with Alan, running up and down the beach hand in hand with him. Both jumped up and down in the shallow waves in complete naked abandon and not caring what anyone else thought. Then pictured giving him a blowjob as they lay in the sand. She'd become obsessed about blowjobs.

Amy tugged at Suzanne. "I wanna come back too, Mom! Can we? Can we?"

The others had a kind laugh for her child-like enthusiasm. Suzanne reluctantly nodded in response to Amy's question. Even though she didn't want to see Amy exposed to more sexual antics, it was hard to say no to her.

They stayed long enough to watch the sun drop into the ocean and then they made to go. They purposely ignored their nosy onlookers in the parking lot as they got back to the car. But such minor nuisances were hardly noticed.

CHAPTER 7

Alan slept all the way back home. He's slept on the car ride down too. All the sexual fun was exhausting.

When the group got back, it was already quite dark and past time most people had dinner. Suzanne and Amy had to go back to their house to spend time with their family.

Alan was exhausted and rested while Susan told Katherine all about the beach trip.

However, as tired as Alan was and as full as his weekend was, it still wasn't over. He had plans for his second "non-romantic" date with Christine. Since he'd already cancelled and rescheduled it on Friday, there was no way he could push it off again. He was glad that at least he was all rested up.

Susan teased him about his "hot date." She seemed to think it was an established fact that Alan and Christine would become sexually involved and she dismissed all his protests that this was just a "practice date."

Katherine, on the other hand, gave him a lot of grief about it. While she liked Christine well enough from a purely objective point of view, she burned with jealousy whenever Alan did anything with her.

Alan was glad when he finally was able to leave the house.

He'd already promised Katherine that he wouldn't go to the movies with Christine and he intended to keep that promise. He'd asked her what she wanted to do and she said, "Like I told you last time, I never get to go out on dates because I have to remain focused on school. But I had a lot of fun last time getting all dressed up and making a big deal of it. Why don't we do it again, but get even dressier? We can dress to the nines and go out to a fine restaurant. That'll be enough for me tonight because tomorrow's a school day. What do you say?"

Alan agreed. He dressed up in the nicest clothes he owned, which meant he wore a suit and a tie for one of only a handful of times in his life. But the restaurant that Christine picked, The Avalon, was the fanciest one for miles around and it was more or less expected for males to wear suits there.

He'd been impressed with Christine's nice outfit when he picked her up for their last date because she wore nothing but nondescript and conservatively cut clothing at school.

But he was absolutely floored when he came to pick her up this time. She was wearing the kind of fancy black outfit that would fit perfectly for a meal at a fancy restaurant like The Avalon, but it also looked like an ideal outfit to show off the goods of a high priced call girl.

Christine was blushing and nervous as Alan walked up to her. She said, "I don't own any nice dresses myself. This is my mother's and it's a little bit more daring than I would have liked." She fidgeted nervously and shifted her feet back and forth, which got her breasts jiggling. "Okay, a lot more daring."

The truth was, her mother Olga had a great many dresses and Christine had picked one of the most outrageous ones with a scandalously low neckline because she'd caught him staring at her breasts so many times and wanted to please him.

Even though Alan had been surrounded by naked beasts and entire naked bodies all afternoon, the sight of Christine's deep cleavage got his hard in a heartbeat.

But Alan played it cool and just smiled. "No worries. I think you look great!" Trying to imitate Billy Crystal, he joked, "Daaling, you look maahvalous!"

"Really? You're just saying that."

"Christine, pardon my French, but holy fucking Jesus H. Christ son of a bitch! If you were any hotter, I'd seriously be afraid to touch you because I wouldn't want my fingers to burn off."

She laughed. "Okay, now you're really laying it on thick." She added in a husky voice, "Sounds like we may have a problem though because I certainly want you to touch me."

Alan thought, Whoa! Warning alert! Danger, Will Robinson, danger! Is she giving off a sexy vibe or what?! This is not what I expected.

However, she took him by his hand and immediately said, "You know, one thing I like about these dates is that we can flirt without any worries that it'll go anywhere. It's kind of like flirting with training wheels on."

"Yeah, heh-heh. That is cool." He thought, Phew! She was freaking me out for a minute there. I thought she was coming on to me or something. Especially with that black dress. Man, I never thought I'd live to see the day where I could see ALL of Christine's cleavage, but there it is in all its glory. And it's just as perfect as I'd imagined. The only thing that would make that a prettier picture is if my happy hard-on was in the frame, plowing up and down her busty valley.

Whoa, Nelly! Calm down boy. This is no way to start a non-romantic date, with a raging erection to end all raging erections. Think of something else!

He tried to follow his advice, but his mind wanted to think about things like Suzanne's cleavage or Susan's cleavage and compare and contrast their busts to Christine's. That was only making his problem ten times worse.

Christine left him to his thoughts for a few moments then said, "By the way, I should mention that you look great too. Seeing you in a suit makes my heart go pitter patter. When you drove up I was asking myself, 'Where's Alan and what's Cary Grant doing here?'"

That broke Alan out of his reverie. "Yeah, right. Now you're the one laying it on thick. But you're right, it's fun." He'd been holding something behind his back the whole time and now brought it out. It was a bouquet of a dozen roses. "Here, my lady, these are for you."

Christine squealed with delight, took them from him, and smelled them. Her face lit up with a grand smile. Then she leaned forward and kissed him for a long time on the cheek.

She had actually intended to kiss him on the lips, but she chickened out at the last second. This was one of her problems: because she was completely inexperienced sexually, she had very low self confidence with these matters, and very poor flirting skills.

When she pulled back, she said, "Thank you! I've never been given flowers before. You're gonna get soooo lucky tonight!"

Alan's jaw nearly hit the floor.

Then she winked and added, "Of course I mean that in a completely platonic way."

"Of course. Ah. Flirting practice. Fun." But he'd thought she'd meant it and his heart was racing a thousand miles an hour.

Calming himself a bit, he took her by the arm in a most gallant fashion and said, "Come, my lady. Let's go paint the town red." He opened the car door for her and generally behaved like a perfect gentleman.

As he started the car he thought to himself, Man, if it's gonna be like this all evening long, I don't know if my heart can take it. Christine just looks too smoking hot to resist! I never thought I'd say this, but hubba hubba! Dang!

Had Alan known what Christine was thinking, he would have been even more blown away. She'd been slowly coming around to the idea of getting romantic with him after all. In the past couple of weeks he'd become a new person in a lot of ways, a much more assertive, easy-going, and happy person (thanks to all his new sexual experience). That unaffected self-confidence made a big difference as far as the ladies were concerned.

She was hardly the only girl in school looking at him in a new light, especially with all the rumors going round in certain circles. So far, only Christine's "goody goody" network had put together enough pieces to speculate that he'd turned into some kind of Don Juan.

Christine was very aware of all that speculation, including the rumors that he was hung like a horse. However, she also fretted that he was already involved with at least Amy in some unknown way.

But much to Alan's relief, the two of them had a nice meal at the restaurant with a bare minimum of flirting. They had a great many interests in common, especially because Christine liked the same "nerdy" and intellectual things Alan did. For instance, their favorite movies and TV shows were nearly identical. They laughed, gossiped and bonded.

Alan couldn't remember the last time he'd had such a fun (not to mention delicious) meal.

The only problem Alan had was that Christine looked so gorgeous all the time. His erection was almost constantly hard, which became a problem as the meal lasted three hours. Every now and then he would get distracted and start to lose his erection, but then he'd look at her and find himself not only painfully aroused, but on the verge of falling in love with her all over again.

It was difficult enough that she had such an impressive chest. But when he tried not to stare at it he'd find himself staring at her face and that was just as impressive and arousing in its own way. There was no denying that she was a head turner.

But the mood was light and fun. It was only at the end of the meal when they were waiting for the check when things got heavy. Christine put a hand on his over the table and said, "Alan, before we go, I have some things I need to get off my chest."

Alan's eyes reflexively dropped into her deep cleavage after hearing her say that and he gawked. However, he quickly realized what he'd done and looked back up.

To his great relief, Christine burst into laughter.

He laughed along and relaxed. He joked, "Well, I was just checking what it was you needed to get off your chest. I was hoping it was your top."

She replied playfully, "You wish!" then laughed some more. However, she turned serious after that and said, "I really want to apologize for the way I turned you down a while back."

"Oh, don't mention it. It's water under the bridge."

"No, it isn't. I feel awful."

Christine had practiced what she was going to say to him at this point over and over. Her plan was to say, "I want to apologize for not only the way I turned you down, but the fact that I turned you down." Then she would openly reveal that she did have a romantic interest in him after all. She had all kinds of paths of what he might say in response plotted out and answers for everything.

But that's not what she said. At the last second, she again chickened out and just left it at that.

Both of them ended up apologizing profusely to each other. They made vows to strengthen their friendship and do more things together outside of school.

There were a number of reasons why she chickened out, such as inexperience, but the main one was the fear of rejection. In the couple of days since she'd heard the gossip that Amy was playing with Alan's "thingy" and that others probably were as well, she'd come to believe the rumors were almost certainly true.

Since then, there had been new rumors, including a really wild one that Alan was seen by someone having sex with a completely naked blonde in the teacher's parking lot during school. She dismissed that rumor because she thought it too outrageous to be even considered (in fact, it was true), but she also believed that with so much smoke there had to be some fire. She was no dummy and correctly guessed that the abrupt increase in his self-confidence was directly connected to recent sexual successes.

So all that introduced a great deal of uncertainty. Ironically, when she took it for granted that he wanted to be romantic with her, she wasn't that interested. She only became really interested after Alan's self-confidence and reputation increased, and now she was too scared to find out how he felt about her when he wasn't pursuing her anymore.

Strangely enough, she also had fear of success in this case. If she'd revealed her feelings and he felt the same way, she was afraid that she'd be a failure at physical intimacy. She was the kind of person who had to be the best at whatever she did, and if she wasn't she didn't want anyone to see her doing it. The more she started to imagine him as some kind of talented Don Juan, the more she feared she somehow wouldn't measure up.

What she wanted most of all was for Alan to realize from her outfit and flirting that she wanted him to take charge and be her guide in learning about sex. Christine did not understand that the recent parade of naked women in Alan's his life made her signals too tame for him to recognize. Ironically, Alan's inexperience was such that he could not differentiate between the sexual interest signals of ladies with varying levels of experience and sophistication. His cleverness and ability to roll with the punches couldn't always make up for lack of experience.

They split the bill (at Christine's insistence) and left the restaurant. The rest of their time together was pleasant but predictable.

Alan kissed her goodnight on the cheek at her front door again and generally acted like a perfect gentleman.

When she got to her room she wanted to break down and cry. Instead, she went to the family rec room and practiced her martial arts to blow off steam. The most frustrating thing for her was that the date had gone so amazingly well that she found her feelings for him growing stronger and stronger. But the possibility that he was fooling around with Amy and maybe others hung over her like a heavy cloud because she was absolutely unwilling to share him.

CHAPTER 8

The dinner lasted over three hours, mostly because of good conversation. So it was getting late when Alan came home, but Susan and Katherine were still waiting up for him.

As soon as he came through the door, both of them wanted to know everything that had happened and were especially curious if anything physical happened. When he said that it remained entirely platonic, Susan appeared crestfallen.

But Katherine was ecstatic. She jumped around and threw her arms into the air. "Woo-hoo! Sweet!"

Alan just tolerantly waited her out.

When Katherine had calmed down some, Susan said, "Let me see if I get this straight. Christine was with you for over three hours and she didn't so much as jack you off?"

"Yep."

"Hrm. I don't know what's gotten into Angel, but I already don't like this Christine very much. It's especially galling since you say she's got the bust and looks to be Alan-worthy. But that being the case, you must be horribly backed up with sperm."

Alan grinned. He could see what was coming. "That is true. I don't know if she intended it or not, but she kept my penis rock hard for most of the evening. She wore a low-cut dress that left me positively drooling."

Susan looked distressed. "Hrm. Not good. Not good at all. Well, Angel and I were discussing this while you were gone. I'm willing to help you with your problem, but as you know, Angel is being grounded. She's allowed to jack you off just once today and nothing else and she's already used that up. So, if you want me to, could I take care of you?"

"What, are you crazy, Mom? Of course I want you! I want you and Sis both equally of course, but maybe Sis could at least watch?"

Katherine had her arms folded and had gone from joy to irritation. She said, "Grrr. But I guess that's better than nothing."

Alan unzipped his fly and flopped out his erection. "Great! Hey Mom, I've got an idea. Before I take this outfit off, why don't I get some mental AND physical relief? I could pretend that you're Christine and we're doing our date over."

"Brilliant! Son, you're so creative. I love it! Wait right here though while I get dressed in something sexy. What color was her dress?" She rushed to the stairs as she talked.

"Blue. Kind of silky."

Katherine followed after her.

After a few minutes Alan began to wonder what was taking so long. He crept to the top of the stairs and was able to listen from there, since Susan had left her door open and she and Katherine were arguing boisterously.

Susan was complaining, "No, I can't go like that, Angel. It's completely improper! I'd be sending the wrong signal."

"And what signal is that?" Katherine goaded, "Maybe you're signaling that Mommy wants to suck on a spermsickle? Lick on a bally-pop? Would that be so bad, to let him know that you know your place is on your knees with a big dick in your mouth?"

"Really, Angel, you're so vulgar."

"Hey. I'm just calling a spade a spade. If you go down there topless, he'll get so hot and hard that your tonsils will be drowning in cum within five minutes."

Susan couldn't quite hide her eagerness for that. "You think? I don't know..."

Alan snuck back downstairs, confident that Katherine had the situation in hand.

Susan came back down the stairs a few minutes later. She was all dolled up, even wearing glossy lipstick, eye shadow, and a necklace.

Alan looked up at her and whistled, but he also chuckled. "Mom, isn't your outfit there missing something?

She wore a fancy light blue satin dress but there was no fabric of any kind above her stomach, leaving her topless.

Even though Alan had figured she'd come down topless after what he'd overheard, he didn't have to pretend surprise because he was rather taken aback at just how scorchingly hot she looked.

She was bursting with eagerness. "I'm sorry, Son, it's just that I have such a hard time keeping my chest covered when I'm around you. The clothes just seem to fly off. Should I go put the rest on?"

"No, please. I can't really complain if- Oops! For pretend date purposes, I haven't seen you yet. I have something in the car I picked up on the way home, hoping this would happen. Hold on, I'll get it."

Alan put his dinner jacket back on. He went to the garage and picked up two bouquets of flowers that he'd bought at Safeway on his way home. He'd made a note of what a great reaction flowers got from Christine and wanted to see if he could repeat that success.

Instead of walking the usual way from the garage directly into the house he went back outside and rang the doorbell.

Susan answered it in her topless blue dress with only her arms over her chest for fear of the neighbors seeing.

Alan immediately pushed into the house so no one could get a free peek of his semi-naked mother, even though their front lawn was so big with so many bushes and trees that there was little chance of that happening. He noticed Katherine had come back downstairs and was sitting on a nearby couch, watching with a slight frown on her face. He held both bouquets behind his back.

"Hi Christine. Damn! You look fantastic." He joked, "That's an unusually revealing outfit compared to what you wear at school."

Susan knew he was holding something behind his back but didn't press to ask what it was. Instead, she suddenly realized that she'd never talked to Christine except in passing at a couple of school events. She said, "Time out."

She turned to Katherine. "Oh dear. Angel, I don't know Christine from a hole in the ground. How does she talk? What should I say? What's she like? All I know is that she does really well in school and her breasts are as big as mine."

Katherine stood up and wandered over. "There's not much more to know except that she's a pathetic lonely virgin and she's justly nicknamed the 'Ice Queen.' So harden your heart and act like a cold-hearted know-it-all bitch and you'll do fine."

Alan complained, "Hey Sis, that's totally mean and you know it. We'll talk about your Christine issues later but for now don't ruin my 'date' with your negativity. Okay?"

Katherine gave him a bit of a look, but then relented and nodded sullenly.

As Alan turned back to Susan, he noticed she was hopping about excitedly, holding her breasts to stop them from slapping up in her face. "I'm on a date with my son! Did you hear that, Angel? My big cum-filled boy wants to spend a romantic evening with me and seduce me!"

Alan chuckled. "That's right, Mom. But remember that you're Christine now, okay? You don't need to be exactly like her, just pretend to be an extremely intelligent and, yes, a kind of demanding know-it-all teenaged girl. Remember how I asked her out and she turned me down. Got that?"

She nodded, but there was a new fire in her eyes. "She turned you down. How could I forget that? What is WITH this girl? She could have been slurping on your cock for weeks by now. The fool!"

He ignored that and tried to get the role-play going. "So as I was saying, 'Christine, you look fantastic!'"

"Why, thank you, kind sir! And look at you. Don't you look good enough to eat? Alan, I've never seen you in a suit before. It makes you so handsome."

"And I've never seen you in a dress like that before." Very mindful of her bare breasts, he joked, "You should wear that to school some time." But then he turned serious and turned on the charm. "I'm speechless before your beauty. I've been your number one admirer for so long. But what I can't express with words maybe I can say with this." He pulled one of the bouquets from behind his back. "For you."

Susan's eyes went wide and she squealed like a stuck pig. She started wildly jumping about in the exact same manner Katherine had a few minutes earlier. "Oh my God! My God! This is so exciting! My son is too wonderful for words!"

"Remember, you are Christine. Although I did buy the flowers for you, Mom. It's just a small way for me to show you how much I love you."

Without further ado, she threw herself at him and kissed him on the lips with unbridled passion. She shoved her tongue so far into his mouth that she seemed intent on trying to deep throat him with it.

Alan loved her attentions but had a hard time keeping the other bouquet hidden behind his back.

Suddenly, she pulled back and stared wildly into his eyes from inches away. "Good Lord, you are gonna get SO lucky tonight!" She dropped to her knees.

Alan laughed. "That's funny. Christine said the exact same thing when I gave her the flowers."

Katherine had retreated to the couch but suddenly stood up and stormed over to Alan. "She did? And you gave her flowers? You said it wasn't a romantic date!" She was angry.

Susan didn't have anything to say; she was busy unzipping Alan's fly and fishing his dick out of his pants. She looked at all the pre-cum that had built up from so much anticipation and she joked, "Pre-cum to momma!"

But Alan didn't have a chance to tell his mother that she was out of character for the role-play or even laugh at her out of character word play because he had to deal with Katherine before she built up a full head of steam.

Luckily, he had the other bouquet of flowers and brought them out. "Uh, Christine, I noticed you have a younger sister who is in every way the equal to your beauty. Here Katherine, these are for you."

Katherine didn't jump about but was more hushed with awe and disbelief as she took the flowers from him. "Really? For me? You were thinking of me?"

Alan felt the need to temporarily break out of the role-play, which wasn't working too well in the first place. "Of course I was thinking of you. On any given day, hardly an hour goes by without me thinking of you somehow. I love you as much as any brother ever loved his sister. It's like you're a part of me instead of us being two separate people. You know what I mean?"

"Brother! I know exactly what you mean! Oh! Oh! ... Mom, did you hear that?"

Susan already was busy slurping on Alan's erection. But as she licked up and down and all around she managed to say, "I heard. It was so romantic!" She was so inspired by the touching moment that she took his entire penis head into her mouth and tried to suck his stiffness all the way down to its base. She repeatedly gagged since she didn't know how to deep throat, but she got as close to deep throating as she could.

Alan found himself in a tongue duel with his sister as she kissed him with the same kind of intensity Susan had been kissing him a short time before. He marveled at the fact that he was kissing his sister while being blown by his mother.

Meanwhile, Susan was so intently and enthusiastically using her lips and tongue that he already had to worry about blowing his load. His PC muscle training kicked in.

Finally, Katherine and Alan had to stop kissing just to breathe.

Katherine switched to planting kisses all over his face. She said, "Mom, I'm so happy. I've never been as happy as this. Can I please suck him off? If I can't, I don't know what! But I'll be so bummed."

Susan was busy making her usual "mmmm" noises. But after some long moments she finally came up for air. While still licking and stroking with a hand (the other hand still held her bouquet), she said absent-mindedly, "That's nice, Angel. But can't you see Mommy's busy? Mmmm. Mommy has a big cum-filled cock she needs to drain dry. Maybe later. ... Mmmm! MMMM! .... After all, you are being grounded."

"Grrr! So. Un. Fair. GRRR! I wish I was being grinded instead of grounded."

"Hey," Susan chided. "Don't even hint of intercourse. That's not allowed. We don't want" - she paused to fit all of Alan's penis head in her mouth and then let it go - "to" - she did it again - "be" - and again - "cock" - she spent a long time licking and sucking it before coming up for air - "teases." She giggled, and then went all out on his erection with her mouth and hands. Alan's balls were now also hanging out through his fly and she spent some time kissing and sucking them too. Her hands, tongue, and lips were never idle.

Katherine had time to think and now she switched back to sweetness and light as she resumed kissing Alan all over. She figured she could at least have her brother's upper body to play with for a while. She ran her hands over his chest. "That's okay. I'll make do. The important thing is that you love me, Brother."

"I do."

A lot more necking and sucking followed. Both Susan and Katherine shed most of their clothing even as Alan only managed to get his dinner jacket off. Even his tie remained hanging loosely around his neck because his hands were too busy to spend much time on undressing.

Finally, there came a time between French kisses when Alan had a chance to say, "As much as I'm enjoying this, can we take a time out? My penis needs a break if I'm gonna last much longer. Not only that, but I was really looking forward to a fantasy version of my date."

They pulled off. Somehow, both of women managed to hold their bouquets the whole time and keep them intact.

CHAPTER 9

Alan was briefly left alone with his erection flagging a little while the other two scurried off to find vases to put the flowers in. He just stood there thinking unsexy thoughts in a desperate and largely futile effort to get his hard-on to go down.

Susan came back to Alan at the front entrance first, pretending to be Christine again. "Oh Alan! Sorry for keeping you waiting. I was just saying thank you so much for the flowers."

"Um, you're welcome." He was having hard time switching gears. He was busy trying to register that she was wearing nothing but a pink towel around her midsection.

She looked distraught. "I must apologize for my appearance. You see, after you knocked that water all over us, we went to change but it turns out all our clothes are already in the wash. Even the towels are wet. I could only find this one small towel."

"I spilled water over you?"

Susan came right up to him and whispered huskily, "I'm hoping you will spill some warm white liquid all over the back of my throat. But for now, just roll with the punches."

Alan was amused that he was being told by Susan to roll with the punches when she was the one who was always getting off track with the role-play. But he just smiled and said, "Right. Sure. The water. Since I'm rolling with the punches, I'm not even gonna ask why you're only using the towel to cover the area between your breasts and bush."

She dropped her head submissively and honestly answered his question even though he didn't ask. "It wasn't my idea. Angel, er, my sister made me do it."

"Wow. I should thank her. Christine, I've dreaming of seeing you naked like this for years."

While Katherine may have technically "forced" Susan to dress like that, the truth was she didn't need much coercion at all. Seeing what a great reaction she was getting, she turned around and wiggled her bare ass.

"Look. I'm afraid the towel doesn't cover much of my ass, either." She spread her legs a bit to give him a pussy shot through her legs.

Damn, I wanna fuck that hole! Mom is such a fuckin' tease. She'd better get her lips back on my dick and pronto! But all he said was, "Um, but that's kind of a problem, isn't it? How are we going to go eat at The Avalon?"

"Ah. Well, my sister and I were just discussing that. We were thinking we could eat here. We're both good cooks."

"Okay, that works. Speaking of your sister, how did she fare with the water spilling crisis?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Susan whistled towards the stairs. "Sister!"

Katherine was waiting for her cue and began walking down the stairs.

Alan looked her way and started laughing uproariously. He was so amused because the only thing she wore was a black skirt, but she had it way up around her stomach. It was so short and so high up that he could even see her belly button peeking out of the bottom.

Susan, also very mirthful about the outfit, said, "As you can see, she didn't have much left to wear either."

Katherine had been looking down into the living room from the top of the stairs. She put on a show of extreme distress about her nakedness that seemed just as heartfelt as the one Susan had put on.

Katherine said as she made a deliberately ineffective effort to cover her breasts with her hands, "Alan, I'm so embarrassed. You hardly know me but you must think I'm a common slut. Ever since you spilled your seed all over me-"

"Water," Alan corrected, grinning.

"Whatever. Anyways, with the way I'm shaved totally clean down below, you can see everything! You can see my moist pussy lips and even see my inside."

Alan was so aroused that he was ready to scream for someone to give him some oral or manual relief right away. But being a good sport, he tried to play along. "Well, at least I can't see anything on the inside."

"No," she conceded, "not at the moment, but all I'd have to do is this" - she spread her legs a bit and pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers - "and then you could see EVERYTHING!"

Alan gulped. It was fun, but it was also so arousing that his erection actually hurt.

Susan chided, "Angel, er, Sister, what did I say about teasing Alan about vaginas?"

Katherine protests while keeping her nether lips pried apart, "But it's just a scientific fact, Christine! About the only way he would be guaranteed not to see the inside was if there was some kind of big log-like object filling it up and blocking the view." She giggled at her naughtiness and readjusted her stance. She spread her legs wider.

Then she pried her pussy lips open again. "Even worse, if a boy in this room decided to have his way with me and fucked me hard and long, when he was all done my pussy would probably be all red and abused and puffy. It would stay gaping open like this without any help from my fingers. Then everyone would be able to clearly watch all the baby-making semen pouring out. Gosh, that would be fun but embarrassing."

Susan was amused, not to mention aroused, but still felt it necessary to play the bad cop. "What did I just say about tormenting our date with our tight little pussies? Don't make me warn you again." She said to Alan, "Why don't you come in for a bit? Don't be a stranger."

Alan had been standing just inside the front door the whole time, but now he walked into the living room and sat down. He let Katherine and Susan go into the room before him just so he could admire their bare asses as they walked. Even though Christine didn't really have a younger sister to his knowledge and there was no chance in hell she would start a date in the buff, he was having a great time just the same.

Apparently the talk about cooking dinner was just a pretense because Susan sat down on the floor in front of Alan (very nearly in blowjob position) and Katherine sat back on a nearby couch to watch some more. She would have loved to do more but for her grounding punishment.

Susan, getting more into the Christine role now, said, "Alan, I really have to apologize. I can't get over how much I regret turning down your offer for a date."

Alan was thinking back to his date, Deja vu. The real Christine nearly said the same thing.

But then Susan said, "I've come to realize that you're a man with great needs. Sexual needs. And despite my intellect, I also have some pretty big air bags." She giggled, but then grew serious and turned to Katherine. She asked her, "Should I do it?"

Katherine scrunched her face up in frustration. "Mom, I told you exactly what to say. What's the problem?"

"Well, just thinking about it, it IS a violation of the boundaries I set..."

Alan had no idea what they were talking about, but he listened closely.

Katherine argued, "You make the boundaries, so you can change them any time. You DO agree that good mommies need to keep their son's dicks well drained, don't you?"

"Yes, but-"

Katherine pressed, "And you do agree that good mommies belong on their knees with their mouths completely full of cock?"

Susan was reluctant. "Well, I don't know. That sounds kind of demeaning. It sounds terribly tempting, but... For one thing, do we have to use the vulgar 'C' word?"

The horny daughter kept pressing. "Oh, come on, Mom. Don't get cold feet now. If your mouth is there to get him off, then why aren't your tits there for the same purpose? Just do what you agreed to do."

Susan was wavering, but Katherine stared her down intently and she finally caved completely.

Susan turned back to Alan and said, "I have no idea how to make up for all the pain I caused you. I know you were deeply depressed for a whole week and I hear that greatly upset your mother and the rest of your family. But I was thinking that if I offer my tits for you to use to your satisfaction any time you like, that might begin to even the score. And the rest of my body is yours to use as well. Just remember that I'm a virgin. I'm completely at the mercy of your oversized cock, so I beg for you to go slow going all the way." Her words started off tentatively, but she grew more convinced of herself as she talked.

Alan was wildly aroused by her words, but thought, What a hypocrite. She was just chiding Sis for vagina teasing, like, a minute ago!

Susan continued, "And in case that isn't enough, my sister is offering all of herself as well. I didn't really think it was necessary, but she insisted." She looked over at Katherine and frowned.

Katherine smiled a bit sheepishly. But then her eyes lit up as she realized Susan was still wearing her towel. She frowned and nodded at the towel.

Susan let her useless towel "accidentally" fall to the ground. She loved it. Having her daughter "force" her to get naughty with her son was driving her to brink of a great orgasm.

Alan chuckled and thought, Well, Christine didn't exactly say any of THAT part, but then again this is a fantasy role-play. I can't really complain- Oh! Damn!

CHAPTER 10

His thoughts were interrupted because Susan was pressing forward and wrapping her big breasts around Alan's erection.

Alan was so surprised that he stood up. "What? Whoa! Mom!"

Susan quickly knelt up and enveloped his erection again.

He stepped out of the role-play and said, "Mom! We're you just saying earlier that I'm not supposed to touch your breasts? I get so confused about the boundaries." His brain was slow in catching up to the fact that Susan and Katherine were talking about titfucking.

Alan's accidental incredulousness caused Susan to have new doubts about breaking her boundaries. She froze in place, uncertain about what to do. "I know. Technically speaking, the boundaries mean that you're not supposed to even touch my breasts. Maybe we should stop and just have a nice cocksucking?"

Katherine quickly came to the rescue. "Mom, what are you talking about? Tonight's a very special occasion. I know that. Alan touched both of us both with his gifts. Don't you think an extra special boy like that deserves extra special cums? Don't you think he should explode his hot cum all over your face?"

Susan's tits weren't moving, but the smell of cum so close to her face was too much for her and her tongue was snaking out to lick at the penis head. "Well, yes, of course, but the boundaries..."

Katherine pressed on, "The boundaries say that HE is not allowed to touch YOUR breasts. But if YOU were to choose to smoother his erection with your flurry tit-pillows, that's a totally different thing!"

"That is true," Susan conceded, as she licked around his piss hole. "But look. He's put his hands on them. That's a violation."

Katherine replied, "He's just steadying himself. You don't want him to fall over, do you? Besides, you ARE playing Christine in a role-play. And even though she's a frigid bitch, she's still a slut for Alan's cock, like the rest of us. So if you're trying to be Christine, you need to make a fuck tunnel out of your tits. NOW, Mom."

Susan was so far gone that she forgot Christine was hardly a confirmed "slut for Alan's cock" and in fact had turned Alan down for a date not that long ago. She started sliding her giant soft fun bags all over Alan's erection. "How does that feel, Son? Remember that I'm Christine, not Mommy. You're not allowed to do this with Mommy."

"Wow. Thanks. Uh, Christine." He seized on the chance to get the role-play back on track yet again, even though it seemed to be a losing battle. He was also happy to say anything she liked if it kept his dick lodged in her moving cleavage.

Susan had already lubed her chest up with some kind of oil when she was putting away the flowers. So Alan's erection slid around with magnificent ease between her two large pale orbs. She'd engaged in titfucks in recent days, but wanted to experiment a bit. She tried lifting one tit up and then the other one in a repeating pattern. For a novice, she hit on a fantastic technique from the very beginning.

As Alan hit a good stroking rhythm, Susan thought, Alan's cock and my tits - what a match made in heaven! Angel is so right - why should I fight this? My tits are so sensitive all over that this may even feel better than real fucking. Hard to know for sure though, since I'd never been truly fucked by a REAL man like my son. But since I can never allow my sweet Tiger to fuck my pussy, I'm gonna have to settle for this. Alan, fuck my tit-cunt! You're gonna be doing it every day from now on, if I have any say in the matter! Heh-heh!

Alan was enjoying the titfuck experience so much, not to mention the sight of it, that he didn't speak for a while. He just concentrated on breathing.

But after a couple of minutes, Susan said to him in a soothing tone, "Yes, this is Christine here. Alan, why don't you close your eyes? That way, I really do become Christine. Imagine that your date took a different turn and this is how it ended up. She's seen the light and surrendered to the power of your unstoppable cock. Just like your mommy has. Just like your sister has. Just like Suzanne has. You're ending the date by filling her up everywhere with your sperm, starting with her tits. Think about that for a while."

Alan thought that was a great idea and did close his eyes. His mind thought up all kinds of wonderful fantasies. After a couple minutes, he began to feel that he really was titfucking Christine.

Susan also drifted into a blissful reverie. I love how Tiger looks so sharp and handsome dressed up in a tie and everything. It's like he's a powerful businessman come home from work to me, his wife! Hee-hee! And here I am performing my nightly wifely duties, giving him his welcome back home titfuck. I could greet him at the door on my knees, dressed in just a see-through nightie. Or nothing at all! I'd have his fly unzipped and that big log down my throat even before he stepped through the door!

At least that's how I'd behave if I had a potent and virile man like Alan for my husband. Then we'd have dinner and lay around the fire, fucking and sucking the night away. And if I was his wife, he'd be able to fuck my pussy! All the time, too! God, that makes me SO HOT! Oh, yes... Oooh! Ah! ... He made me cream again. Thank you, hubby, hee-hee!

But after Susan recovered from her orgasm, she spoke again with an almost hypnotic soothing tone to her voice. "Christine here. I'm in love with you. I'm so sorry for turning you down. All I can think about is becoming your girlfriend. Well, at least one of them. I had my chance to be yours alone, but I lost it."

She looked over at Katherine to see if she was saying and doing the right things.

Katherine gave her a big thumbs up and motioned for her to continue.

Susan spoke to Alan's erection as she said, "Now one of my punishments will be that I have to share you with my sexy younger sister Katherine and so many other big busty girls. You may have sex with two or more of us at once and want me to have sex with other girls. I'll even do that because I love you so much and because I can't say no to this cock!"

She paused her thrusting for a bit so she could lick his penis head and show just how much she loved it. Then the thrusting continued, but she kept trying to lick the head whenever it came into her tongue's reach.

Alan was happily drifting away into an orgasmic nirvana. He hoped that Susan really meant every word (except for calling Katherine a sister and not a daughter). He pictured the real Christine kissing Katherine and his arousal went up yet another notch. But then he heard a smooching sound and he opened his eyes to find out what it was.

Katherine was sitting next to Susan on the floor and they were kissing each other on the other's face (but not on the lips - that would have been crossing the line into unacceptable behavior for Susan).

Susan saw out of the corner of her eye that Alan was watching, so she pulled away from the kiss and said, "You see? I want you so much that you even make me act like a lesbian, just to get you hot. I don't want to be a virgin any more."

She craned her neck back forward to keeping licking the tip of his dick each time it passed close. "Tonight, after you've creamed all over my face and chest a few times, I want you to make me a woman. Then I want you to make Katherine a woman. I want your cock to live in our cunts! We want to be your favorites. We want to be the cunts you think of first, ahead of all your other cunts!"

Alan was floored at Susan's creative imagination. He looked over to Katherine.

She was nodding in agreement with Susan's words. Seeing that Susan couldn't see her face but Alan could, she mouthed the words, "Number one fuck toy."

Alan hadn't been thrusting away for that long compared to his usual standards, but all of the naughty language, plus his first titfuck with his mother, was simply too much to take. He shouted, "Uh-oh! I'm losing it! Losing it!"

Susan said, "Angel, this one's for you."

Alan's dick continued to slide though Susan's cleavage, but Katherine bent down over her mother's chest and took the top of Alan's erection into her mouth.

"Ahhh...." He relaxed and let the semen fly. It felt great to just let go, like taking a long piss after holding the urge in for hours.

He fell back into the couch he was sitting on with a great big grin on his face. He surveyed the room as he recovered.

Katherine was happy as a clam, enjoying a mouthful of cum. She felt she'd made out pretty well considering that she was grounded and not supposed to touch Alan's penis. She also liked getting her mother to bend and follow her orders. Susan wouldn't agree to just anything at any time, but she was remarkably pliant when Katherine "forced" her to play with Alan's erection.

Susan only got a few drops that landed on her breasts, but she didn't seem to mind. She was still blissed out over his gesture of buying flowers. She thought, Okay, I went a little overboard. Again. I broke the boundaries I set. Again. Tomorrow I'll probably rue my lack of self-control. Again.

But this shows that Alan really loves me, not just as a mother but as a woman! How could I resist? When was the last time I got flowers from my husband? Years ago. I feel so alive and appreciated and LOVED!

Alan thought, Dang! I really need to buy flowers more often! No joke. I've heard women like flowers, but this reaction was just out of control crazy great. Maybe it's just a reflection of how strong our love is. I have a feeling that if I went and picked a dandelion from the front yard, both of them would still be over the moon. I don't know if I really deserve that kind of love, but we are a passionate family.

Ah well. The Christine "non-romantic date" wasn't at all what I expected but it was still great, and the role-play afterwards wasn't what I expected but also quite great. Mom just gets too excitable to stick to a role-play role, unless maybe it was one that involves a lot of cocksucking. Not that I mind too much, heh-heh! Add the trip to the nude beach - especially what almost happened in the water with Suzanne - and add the real Christine date to that and it's been yet another fantastic day in paradise. One of my best days ever!

Alan was suddenly overcome with exhaustion. Only after cumming did he realize just how late it was and remember that he had to go to school the next morning. He staggered off to bed after a few goodnight kisses and fell right to sleep. He never did get a chance to discuss Katherine's "issues" about his going out with Christine.