13 comments/ 325308 views/ 44 favorites Barely Legal Ch. 01 By: KenJames "She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen." The line from the Chuck Berry song "Little Queenie" was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw her. I'd taken a day off in the middle of the week to run a bunch of errands and surprised myself by finishing slightly before noon. Since I wasn't very hungry or in the mood for a fancy place, I stopped at Taco Bell on the way home. The girl was ahead of me in line with two boys. The boys were about her height. Both had dark hair and short pony tails. One had the sides of his head shaved. They were both wearing baggy dark shorts and T-shirts. I didn't look at them too closely. She was the one who grabbed my attention. She was a little more mature than I'd first thought, at least eighteen, with straight shoulder length blonde hair and pale white skin. Her face was rather ordinary with icy blue eyes set in square Germanic features, pleasing but not spectacularly beautiful. She was fairly tall, probably 5' 10", and quietly muscular, with a tiny waist and flat stomach. Her breasts were the size and shape of half-baseballs. The thin fabric of her purple tank top clung to her breasts as if sprayed on, clearly outlining her upturned nipples. The tank top ended just below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Her tight blue jeans rode low on her hips. In back, two symmetrical holes frayed into the fabric a few inches below her waist revealed tiny white patches of buttock. My penis was already swelling as I imagined putting my hands and mouth on her lithe body. I doubted if she'd developed much sexual technique. She was at the age when she could please a boy simply by opening her muscular thighs and letting him into her tight young pussy. While waiting for my order, I tried to be unobtrusive, but I couldn't stop staring at her. She seemed to sense something. A couple of times, I caught her returning my gaze with a pleased half-smile. The place was crowded and I was disappointed when she and the boys found a table at the far end of the room. All I could see was her gleaming blonde hair and an occasional glimpse of her face. I gulped my ice tea and took another good long look at her while refilling my cup. She and the boys were talking in low intense voices. They finished eating and stood up. I followed her with my eyes as she walked out the door. The world seemed drab and flat after she disappeared from view. I spent several minutes finishing my now-tasteless meal, threw my trash into the bin and stepped out into the bright sunlight. She and the boys were standing beside an old car at the far end of the parking lot, obviously arguing. "Fuck you!" I heard her exclaim, just before she stalked away. The taller boy started after her and grabbed her arm. She jerked free and stomped off, ignoring his protests. Leaving the parking lot, she walked to the edge of the curb, spread her legs, tilted her hips, lifted her chin, inflated her chest and stuck her thumb out. Any man driving past that didn't get a hard-on at the sight was probably dead. I jumped into my sports car and pulled out into the street, stopping beside her. "Going north?" she asked. "Sure am!" We both knew my answer would have been the same if she'd said she was going to China. "Great!" She was grinning as she climbed into the passenger seat and gave me directions to her house. Her name was Tracy. As we were driving to the freeway, she mentioned she was finishing her freshman year in college. She looked so young I had trouble believing that, so I asked her a few questions about classes and quickly concluded she was telling the truth. "So, what's your name?" Tracy asked. "Bob Johnson." "Cool!" she answered with a slight giggle. "Like the blues guitar player who inspired all the English musicians. Do you play?" "Not guitar. I've had a few classical piano lessons." "I play classical piano, too." Tracy said. "But I'm mostly a rock guitarist. I'm in an all-girl band named 'Fishnet Barbie.'" "This is a nice car," she said, leaning back luxuriously in the bucket seat. "I'll bet it's a real babe magnet." "It can be, but I don't really need it for that." Traffic was light and there didn't seem to be any cops, so I took a slight chance. We did the twelve miles to her exit in seven minutes, smoothly passing the other cars as if they were standing still. At the last moment, I maneuvered onto the exit ramp and decelerated smoothly, gliding to a stop at the light. She licked her lips, impressed in spite of herself. "That was macho," she remarked. "Naw, just fun." That was a lie. Of course, I was trying to impress her. It seemed to have worked. Her eyes were wide, she was breathing hard and she couldn't seem to take her eyes off me. Her gaze wandered from my face to my muscular arms and chest, down to my flat belly, lingered on the stiff fabric of the shorts concealing my crotch, checked my legs and moved back to my face. "Bob, I just realized," she announced. "You're older than you look. Almost thirty." "Something like that." Her estimate was in the right decade, almost. "But you're in really good shape . . . for an old guy," she continued. "Ever heard 'Use it or lose it?'" "Those are cute shorts," she said, eyeing the bulge in the fabric. "It's just stiff cloth. They always look like that." The index finger of her right hand was slowly circling her left nipple. "Yeah," she said huskily. "Turn right at the next corner. It's the fourth house on the left. You can park in the driveway. Dad's in Chicago until Friday and Mom works in San Antonio and only comes home on weekends." "Mom and Dad are cool," Tracy added casually. "They arranged for me to get on birth control when I started dating boys." "You want to come in?" she asked after we'd stopped. "I can fix you some ice tea or something." I followed Tracy through a large living room dominated by a concert grand piano and into the kitchen. She stopped in the middle of the floor and turned to face me. "Should I take my top off now?" she asked directly. Her tone was neither playful nor angry and the expression on her face was neutral. Halting about three feet away from her, I responded, "Why should I want you to do that?" "So you can see my tits," she answered. "You've been looking at them every time you had the chance while you drove me here." "They are beautiful tits," I admitted, "and it's hard to stop admiring them. But I'm more interested in your pants." A touch of concern crept into her expression. "What about my pants?" she asked. "I want to know if you're wearing panties under them," I answered, slowly directing my gaze from her face down to her waist and back up to her face. "Those holes you frayed in the back just show bare skin." Now Tracy was frowning slightly. She took a slow deep breath while she considered her reply. I watched the result admiringly. "What makes you think you're going to find out?" "Look me in the eye and tell me you weren't flirting with me on the drive over here," I answered. "If you're not interested, I'll take off." Tracy glared, opened her mouth to say something, then paused. She closed her mouth and stared at my face for several seconds. She took another slow deep breath, held it for a moment, then let it out with a sigh. "Okay," she purred, smiling as she stepped toward me, "I DO want you . . . real bad." She put her hands up to my cheeks, put her open mouth hard against my mouth, her body flat against my body. My arms went around her, holding her to me, my hand cradling her head, its fingers half lost among blonde hair, a hand moving fingers over her slim back. Tracy's tongue stroked mine. Her breasts were pressed so tightly against my chest I could feel her nipples hardening. Her loins ground against mine. I slid my palms down to cup her buttocks, placing an index finger over each bare spot in her jeans. Her eyes snapped open and her pupils widened in surprise at my steady gaze. She put both hands on my hips and pushed me a few inches away, just enough to put her hands between our bodies. She unzipped my shorts and reached inside. "No underwear," she muttered as she explored. "Oh God!" she exclaimed an instant later. "You're so big and hard!" She caressed me briefly, then withdrew her hand. My stiff member followed it out my fly and stood at attention for Tracy's inspection. "That's a real monster," she gasped, staring admiringly. "I can't wait to see how much cream comes out of it." "You're not going to see it shoot," I stated flatly. Tracy's gaze snapped up to my face. She regarded me with shocked eyes. "You're not going to see it," I repeated, pausing significantly. "You're going to feel it." "Where am I going to feel that hot white stuff shooting?" Tracy asked, getting into the game. "Are you going to spray it between my breasts? That would be fun." "Maybe some other time. Think lower." "My belly?" she asked innocently. "A boy did that once before I even got my pants off." "Even lower." "Between my legs?" Tracy asked, looking back down at my hardness. "Deeper." Tracy gasped in mock horror. "You mean you're going to shove that monster cock into my tight helpless little pussy and fuck me like an animal until you spew your sperm into my cunt?" "You got it, Doll." She stepped backwards a couple of paces, stopping when she bumped into the heavy metal and glass kitchen table. Her chest was heaving as she stared at me with wild eyes. Suddenly, she kicked off her sandals and started unbuttoning her jeans, exposing a tiny thong made from the same thin purple cloth as her top. Tracy stepped out of the jeans and dropped them to the floor. "Come on," she gasped. "Take me right now." It was a command. It only took seconds to shed my shirt and shorts. As I approached her, Tracy grabbed my hand and put it inside her thong. She was already hot and wet. I pulled the thong off and tossed it over my shoulder. Her sparse pubic hair was blonde. I put my hands on Tracy's hips and lifted her onto the kitchen table. It was the perfect height. An instant later, she was on her back with her knees folded and her open pussy sticking out. I positioned myself between her spread thighs and placed my cock head against her slit. "I'm ready," she announced, her eyes burning with lust. "Ram that big thing into me right now." An instant later, she screamed, a long scream of intermingled pleasure and pain. I didn't really ram, but I wasn't too slow and gentle, either. In a moment, my entire length and thickness were inside her and my balls were pressing hard against her pussy lips. I paused for a few seconds, both to let her recover from the shock of my sudden entrance and to keep myself from instantly popping. Tracy's eyes were swimming with tears. After she blinked the water away, it took another instant for her eyes to come into focus. They locked onto my face, burning with lust. "I'm okay," she growled. "Fuck me the way I need it." My first few strokes were slow, but it was obvious that Tracy was ready for me. I gripped her thighs tightly to hold her in position on the table and quickly increased the speed of my thrusts. Tracy didn't ask me to "talk dirty," like some girls. She did her own talking. "God!" she gasped, "I never realized how much I needed YOUR cock. YOUR big fat cock. Stuffed in my tight little hole. Ramming my cunt. I've always needed a fuck. This fuck. YOUR fuck. Fucking me . . . so hard . . . so fast . . . so big . . . so tight . . . Oh, Daddy!" Her words trailed off into inarticulate moans. I angled my penis to rub her clit as I thrust roughly into her. Suddenly Tracy propped herself up on her elbows, lifted her head and stared into my eyes. "I can feel your cock-head making my pussy walls ripple," she suddenly announced. "I never knew a man could do this to me." Her body started shaking and her elbows collapsed. The table's glass top made a slight ringing sound as her head struck it. "Wow Daddy!" Tracy moaned. "I've never come like . . ." She suddenly screamed as she continued writhing on the table. "Again . . . Oh! And again. Oh God! Your cock! My cunt! My come . . . over and over . . ." All the thrashing and moaning and thrusting were too much for me. Tracy's eyes snapped open as she felt my climax explode into her body. She slammed her pussy up against my groin and ground her pubis against mine as my juice flooded into her in long hard pulses. Finally spent, I slowly collapsed on top of her. She had gone limp beneath me. We were still for several minutes, gasping for breath. Then my mouth found hers and our lips locked into a seemingly endless kiss. Eventually, my elbows were becoming numb from supporting the majority of my weight. My legs weren't too steady, either. I lifted my face so I could smile down at Tracy. "Do you smoke after sex?" I asked in a husky whisper. "Hell no," she muttered dizzily. "I really hate fucking cigarettes." "That was a joke, Darling," I answered. "The correct answer is 'I don't know. I've never looked.'" Tracy looked blank for about two seconds, then laughed heartily. "If my pussy isn't smoking, its because all that juice you shot into me put the fire out," she said. "Spoken like a real cock-happy slut, Doll. You're my kind of woman." "Call me 'Baby' or 'Baby Doll' . . . please," Tracy purred. "You're right, I am a cock-happy slut," she continued thoughtfully. "I never thought of myself that way, but it makes me feel good and, well, proud, to hear you say it." "Welcome to REAL womanhood, Baby Doll." I gave Tracy another long kiss, then lifted my upper body off the table. After I'd helped Tracy to her feet, she looked down at the table and laughed. "Look at the mess!" she exclaimed. There were marks left by her sweaty buttocks and back, as well as a puddle of mingled male and female fluids near the table's edge. "I'll clean it up," I said. "Okay," she answered. "But first I want to lie down for a while. In bed. With you." She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. It was a medium-sized room, decorated largely with rock and roll posters. Heavy drapes shut out the bright sunlight, keeping the interior dark as night. The major furnishings were a chest of drawers, several bookcases, a paper-littered desk with a computer, an office chair, an antique brass-bound chest, and a double bed with a nightstand on either side. There was an electric guitar on a stand in one corner, plugged into a small amplifier. A giant mirror covered most of the wall with the door. Candles occupied almost every flat surface except the desk. Tracy lit the candles while I folded the quilt and set it on the chest of drawers. Tracy was still wearing her top. Her swollen nipples were clearly visible through the sweat-soaked fabric. I caught her hand as she reached for the light switch. "I want to see your breasts in the bright light," I said. "Sure," she said, smiling. "Although you can see them pretty good right now." "Yeah," I replied, "but I want to see them bare." "I'm glad you like them," Tracy answered, pulling the skimpy fabric over her head and dropping it on the floor. "I just wish I had bigger tits. I'd like to hold a cock between them, like I've seen in photos." Her breasts were the same creamy white as the rest of Tracy's skin, with no tan line and nipples darker than I'd expected. "Your breasts are perfectly formed and absolutely beautiful. I want to worship them," I said, reaching out to caress her firm mounds. Tracy sighed with pleasure as her nipples grew even harder under my palms. "Come on," she said, taking a step backward. "You can worship them in bed." She switched off the overhead light. Her pale hair and skin glowed in the golden illumination from the myriad candles. In bed, I thoroughly kissed and licked every square inch of Tracy's breasts, then moved slowly up her neck to her cheeks, ears, eyes and finally to her mouth. As soon as our lips met, she rammed her tongue into my mouth and kissed me with an almost alarming fierceness. Tracy worked a hand between our bodies, gripped my cock, and guided it to the blazingly hot spot between her legs. "No," I said, gently but firmly pulling away. "I'm not ready, yet." "Not ready!" she exclaimed. "You've been stiffer than a steel rod the whole time you've been here. Are you taking Viagra?" "I don't need it," I answered, grinning. "That's just the way you turn me on." "Don't worry," I continued. "You're going to get more of my big stiff cock, but I want to do something else before I put it back into your wonderful little cunt. Okay?" "Okay," she said, "but I can't imagine anything better than you fucking me again." "Think of food," I said as I spread her thighs and moved my head between her legs. "A great main course needs a really good appetizer." I spent a long time eating Tracy out, sucking her clit and finger-fucking her pussy. She sobbed and convulsed from multiple orgasms. When I finally stopped, she said, "Lie down on your back. I want to try doing that for you." She went down on me as if her mouth was even more cock-starved than her snatch. Her enthusiasm far exceeded her skill, but she had an instinctive feel for what gave me pleasure and she soon had me on the brink of orgasm. "You're really good," I gasped. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?" Tracy abruptly stopped sucking me. "I'd like that sometime," she answered, "but right now I want to feel you squirting more hot juice into my pussy." "I've done this before," Tracy said, practically purring with satisfaction, "because boys really wanted me to. I didn't really like it with them, but you're different." Tracy was rubbing my cock-head against her nipples as she spoke. "I'll come on your tits if you keep doing that," I commented. She let go of my cock. "I made the boys I sucked shoot between my breasts, but I WOULD like you to cum in my mouth, so I can swallow your stuff. It feels so good sucking you, I could do it all day. I guess I just can't get enough of your big beautiful cock. You even taste different." "You've never sucked a guy who just finished fucking your brains out," I replied, pulling her up to straddle my hips. "My cock's coated with your pussy juice mixed with my cum." I kissed her before she could respond. When we paused for breath several minutes later, Tracy said, "I sort of tasted it while we were kissing, too. That makes sense, considering where our mouths have been. Something tells me I should be really grossed out, but I'm not. In fact, it's making me horny." She giggled suddenly. "I guess it's the taste, combined with your cock-head rubbing my clit." Tracy moved forward several inches, then rotated her pelvis. My hard cock slid smoothly into her open pussy. "That's right, Baby," I gasped as she tightened her muscles around my stiff pole. "Ride my pony." "That's no pony," Tracy answered as she began moving up and down. "That's a full-grown stallion. My Daddy-man's stallion!" She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feelings her slow sensuous motion was generating. After a long silence, she moaned, "I love having my pussy wrapped around your stiff prick!" She was moving fast now and I was getting perilously close to orgasm. I put my hands around her waist and gently reduced her speed. "Let's make this last," I whispered. "Okay," Tracy replied, looking slightly startled. "But it's really hard to slow down when I want you to pound the hell out of me." "You'll see. It's worth it," I answered. Tracy gasped in shock and disappointment when I gripped her waist and lifted her off my cock. "Get on your hands and knees in front of the mirror," I commanded. It only took Tracy seconds to move into position on the carpet. I reentered her from behind and began fucking her with long slow strokes. Barely Legal Ch. 01 Tracy stared at her reflection as she moved in time with my thrusts. I stroked her long silky hair. "Have you ever seen your face while you're getting fucked?" I asked gently. "No," she whispered. "I look like I'm in heaven. Is that the expression I had before? All this excitement and wonder?" "Yeah," I replied. "I wanted you to see how beautiful you look." "You look really wild," she said. "Sort of like a painting of Pan." I admired my wolfish grin in the mirror. "Maybe I am Pan," I growled. "I can believe that," Tracy sighed. "A mere mortal couldn't be screwing me this good. I love the way we look in the mirror. It's a pity I can't see your cock sliding in and out of my pussy." The brass-bound chest was within reach. I pulled it into the middle of the room. Holding Tracy so that she remained impaled on my dick, I rose from the floor and sat down on the chest. When Tracy's feet were planted firmly on the floor, I spread my legs. The mirror gave her a clear view of our united genitals. In that position she would have to do most of the work, but I didn't think that would be a problem. Tracy moaned with pleasure as she stared at the erotic image in the mirror. "Oh god," she gasped. "I AM beautiful when I'm getting fucked. I always thought I was sort of ugly; too thin with a plain face and tiny tits." "You've beautiful," I whispered in her ear. "If the ancient Greeks saw you, they'd carve a statue. I'm indescribably thrilled that you're sharing your beauty with me." "It's so wonderful that you're having sex with me," she replied. "This is so dreamy. Every stroke is giving me an orgasm and each one's a little stronger than the last one." Several minutes later, I announced, "I can't hold back much longer. Are you ready for that pounding you wanted earlier?" "Oh yeah Daddy!" she gasped. "Take me any way you want. I know it'll be great." I stood up and pushed her forward so she was standing bent over with the palms of her hands flat against the mirror. She screamed rhythmically as I rammed my cock into her pussy with all the speed and power I could muster. I surprised myself by lasting for a full minute before I exploded inside her. When I was spent, Tracy slowly collapsed, sliding her palms down the mirrored wall as she sank toward the floor. I caught her and used the last of my energy to guide her to the bed, settle beside her and take her in my arms. Tracy's hand brushed my crotch. "You're not hard anymore," she murmured. "Even Pan has to take a break sometime," I answered. We were both silent for a while, content to enjoy the sensation of our bodies lightly pressing against each other. "You've spoiled me," Tracy suddenly announced. "Oh?" "I didn't understand why I wanted sex so badly but I was always so disappointed when boys fucked me. They'd get me all turned on, then just stick it in and shoot after a few strokes. I'd come home so horny I thought I'd burn up. I had to masturbate for hours before I could go to sleep. When I started having sex with boys, I'd been playing with myself for years. I was worried that I'd done it so much that real sex couldn't satisfy me. Now that I've been with you, I know better. You give me nice long orgasms. How do you do it? You seem to read my mind." "It's just growing up," I answered. "Sensitivity takes time to develop. Boys seem big and strong, but they're really insecure." "Having a real man is so much better than being with a boy," Tracy said, lifting her face to press her lips against mine. "Bob, how old are you?" "Thirty-five." "And I'm nineteen. Daddy's older than you . . . forty-one. This is kind of perverted, but I'm going to say it anyway. I don't think it'll scare you off." "Don't worry, it won't." "You feel like Daddy . . . not that I want to have sex with him . . . not really . . . that would be too weird . . . but you're so big and strong and protective . . . and sexy beyond my wildest dreams." "Does Daddy call you 'Baby Doll?'" "Yeah," Tracy answered. "It's exciting thinking of you as Daddy. Is that sick or what?" "No Baby Doll, you're not sick. Just a wonderful healthy woman with fantasies." "Good! I love being held this way," Tracy said drowsily. I stroked her hair gently until she appeared to fall asleep. A few minutes later, she rolled over so that she was on her side with her back to me. I moved so our bodies were snuggled together like two spoons. My penis was stiffening again, so I placed it in the cleft between her buttocks. "Are you going to butt-fuck me?" Tracy whispered. There was a note of fear in her voice. "Only if you want me to do it," I answered. "No," Tracy said emphatically. "I'm not ready for that." "Don't worry," I said reassuringly. "I'm not trying to fuck your ass. I'm just enjoying the feeling of your beautiful butt cheeks caressing my cock." "Good," Tracy replied. "Actually," she continued after a long pause, "I like the way your hot-dog feels between my buns." She was silent for a long time, then she whispered, "You'd be gentle if you did it to me?" "Of course," I said. "I'll never hurt you." "I've had your cock in my mouth and my cunt. Now I'm getting excited thinking about you putting it in my asshole . . . " Tracy said, tightening her buttocks to grip my penis. "Sometime. But not right now," she added quickly. "Don't worry," I answered. "I'll wait until you ask me to ass fuck you and I won't mind if it never happens. I'm really happy poking my cock in your wonderful tight little cunt." Tracy shivered and pushed her buttocks even harder against my groin. "I love it when you say 'my cock in your cunt'," she whispered. "If you keep working your butt like that, I'll be in your asshole within the next ten seconds," I warned. "I'll stop teasing you," Tracy said, pulling away and turning to face me. I rolled onto my back and she curled up beside me with her head pillowed on my chest. "Good night Daddy," she said drowsily in a little girl voice. "I love you." Draping a hand and arm protectively over her back and stroking her hair tenderly with my other hand, I answered "I love you too, Baby Doll. Sleep tight." She fell asleep within seconds. I watched her for a long time in the golden candlelight before my own eyes grew heavy and darkness slipped up to enfold me. * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. Barely Legal Ch. 02 It was an exclusive restaurant; snowy white tablecloths, heavy gleaming flatware, sparkling crystal and china, soft lights, quiet jazzy versions of standards played on a grand piano, invisible waiters who silently materialized only when needed, excellent food and drink . . . the kind of place where multi-million dollar deals are concluded over coffee and brandy and where a rich man takes a new mistress to show her who he is. The only discordant note was the formidable dowager a few yards away occasionally shifting her attention from her young, well-groomed male companion to glare at our table. I could almost hear her thoughts. That man and . . . girl. They're well-dressed but she looks . . . cheap . . . wearing that short skirt and a blouse so tight her nipples are showing. Isn't she too young to be a call girl? He's not very old, but she called him 'Daddy.' Why does he let his daughter dress like a whore? If Tracy noticed the old woman's disapproval, she gave no sign. She rarely drank and was a little giggly from the two glasses of wine she'd had with the meal. We finished our simple fruit dessert, declined brandy, and prepared to leave. Tracy rose to her feet. Although her clothes were very attractive, she wasn't wearing the basic black evening gown, which was nearly de rigueur for a restaurant of this class. Instead, she was mouth-wateringly beautiful in shiny black low-heeled shoes, white nylons, and a soft black suede skirt ending at mid-thigh, a slender white leather belt, and a long-sleeved black raw silk blouse with a plunging neckline, narrow enough to be discreet yet deep enough to make it clear she wasn't wearing a bra. The black blouse set off her straight shoulder-length blonde hair and pale skin. Her face was striking, rather than conventionally pretty, with square Germanic features and icy blue eyes warmed by her ready smile. Tiny diamond studs glittered at her earlobes. She was tall, 5' 10", and athletic, with a tiny waist and flat stomach. Her breasts were the size and shape of half-baseballs, with upturned nipples clearly outlined beneath the clinging fabric. A tiny gold star dangled between her breasts on an almost-invisible chain. "Classical guitar is so strange," Tracy said, continuing our conversation about her college classes. "Dr. Mitchell wants me to improvise, but freaks out if I ever get close to a blues scale. I guess he doesn't think it's really music." The matre'd opened the door for us. I let her precede me outside. My cock stirred as I watched her muscular buttocks working beneath the tightly-stretched fabric of her skirt. I was so glad I wasn't really her father. "Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Johnson . . . and Miss Johnson," the matre'd said. The valet already had my sports car outside the entrance and was opening the passenger door for Tracy. I could sense his heat when he discreetly watched Tracy's skirt ride up her delectable thighs as she slid into the seat. "Daddy, it's such fun going out with you," Tracy gushed, leaning over to kiss my cheek as I climbed into the car. She continued talking about her guitar lessons as we pulled away. "It's so funny not using a pick. Just playing with my fingers almost feels like a piano." I thought about her long sensitive fingers with their closely-trimmed nails and the things she could do with them. "I'm getting SO hot," she said. I looked over at her. Her face was shadowed, but her lithe body was clearly illuminated by the glow from the instruments. Tracy's legs were open and she'd never bothered to tug her skirt down. With restless hands, she was steadily stroking her nylon-clad inner thighs. "My thong is really wet," she whispered. "Feel it." She caught my hand and guided it into place. I gently stroked her folded flesh through the sopping fabric. She was incredibly hot. "Look at that road," Tracy said. "Let's turn in." I reluctantly removed my hand from her body to downshift and applied the brakes. We glided past the elaborate brick and stone entrance with the "Coming Soon!" sign. The smooth pavement ended abruptly after a quarter mile. We continued down the roughly bulldozed trail and stopped in front of a new house's skeleton. She was on me as soon as I'd killed the engine and switched off the headlights, grabbing my head and kissing me hungrily. "Play with my snatch," she commanded. "I'm burning up." She unfastened her seat belt and slid her pelvis forward, opening her thighs wider to give me easy access. I pulled her thong to one side and slid two fingers into her pussy. "God yes Daddy!" she cried. "Finger fuck me." She unfastened her blouse with fumbling fingers and pulled it open, exposing her beautifully exotic breasts. Tracy twisted her nipples roughly as I drove my fingers into her vagina, angling them to catch her G-spot, while my thumb stroked her swollen clitoris. She began to scream and thrash almost immediately. "Cum for me, Baby Doll!" I growled. "Cum for your Daddy!" Her pussy muscles clamped my thrusting fingers and her back arched. She bucked and moaned for a long time before finally collapsing back onto the seat, gasping for breath. I jumped out of the driver's seat. Without giving Tracy any time to recover from her orgasm, I pulled her from the passenger seat and pressed her against the side of the car. As I unzipped my pants, I cried, "You're my hot slut daughter! My cock gave you life. Now it's going to fuck your sweet little cunt!" "Oh yeah, Daddy! Give it to me! Put it between my pussy lips and drive it . . . OOOHHH!! YEEAAAHH!! . . . So good! . . . All the way up to your balls! . . . Ram my snatch with the cock that fucked me into Mom! Fuck me hard! Shoot your seed in me! Yeah! Yeah! I'm your baby daughter and you're fucking me. OHMYGOD!! You're spraying inside me and I'm cumming . . ." When our orgasms had run their mutual course, Tracy went limp against the side of the car. Only my hands gripping her waist prevented her from slipping to the ground. "Oh Bob!" she gasped when she was able to speak again. "That was so good! My pussy sure is smoking tonight!" "That's my little girl," I purred after kissing her thoroughly. "Now, get in the car. Daddy's got a lot more for you when we get home." "Oh Goody!!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in mock little-girl excitement. We were mostly silent during the drive to my house. Our hands on each other's thighs communicated better than words. I wondered why I found playing "father and daughter" so exciting, but I wasn't going to let that interfere with pleasing Tracy. Tracy headed for the bathroom as soon as we arrived home. "It's a good thing we didn't get stopped," she commented, examining herself in the mirror. "My hair and lipstick are all messed up and my blouse isn't buttoned right." Most of her lipstick was on my face. "The next time I fuck you in the middle of a construction site at night, we'll have an inspection before we leave." Tracy giggled as she wiped the lipstick from our faces with a tissue. Suddenly, she looked puzzled. "Did you hear something?" "No. What was it?" She was still for a moment, then answered, "Just my imagination, I guess." She took my hand as she added, "Come on, let's go to bed. I want to be your incredibly naughty little girl tonight." We stopped at the door between the bathroom and bedroom for a long intense kiss. I slipped my hands down Tracy's back to cup her buttocks and pull our bodies tightly together. "I'm glad you like my ass so much," she purred when we finally separated. "I love this room," she added, turning around slowly. The main feature was a king-size bed with a low headboard, just enough to hold the pillows in place. A large mirror covered the wall behind the headboard. I turned on the rope lights surrounding the mirror and switched the overheads off, filling the area around the bed with a warm golden glow and leaving the rest of the room in deep shadow. I reached for Tracy, but she pushed me away, saying "I want to strip for you." She stopped with her fingers on the top button of her blouse. "Bob, what does Liz think about me . . . us?" Liz had been my steady girlfriend for over a year. "She's not jealous. She likes having other partners, just like I do." "I know. Does she like girls? I'm not gay, but I do want to try another woman some time." "You've told me that before. Why don't you ask her? She doesn't bite . . . not in an unpleasant way. Now, weren't you saying something about stripping for your father?" "Sure . . . Father." Tracy made an impressively erotic production of kicking her shoes off and removing her skirt and blouse. I pulled her still-moist thong down, leaving her clad only in her white nylons. It only took me seconds to shed my own clothes, then we were rolling together on the bed. "What's so funny, Daddy?" "Your stockings. That's what your Mom was wearing the night I impregnated her with you, except hers were black fishnet and she kept her black spike heels on." "Cool! Was she being your incredibly naughty little girl?" "No! She was my absolutely filthy big girl. You're too young and innocent to hear about all the nasty things we did that night." "I guess that explains why I'm such a dirty slut. You really started me off right!" "You're so sweet and innocent. I'm glad my little girl doesn't have a clue . . . yet." I was on my back. Tracy was straddling me, rubbing her hot core against my stiff prick. Her swollen clit was pressing against my cock head. "Come on Daddy," she begged. "Tell me how you knocked Mommy up. Better yet, show me." "I already told you 'no.' You're just lucky I came in the right hole that night." "We're both lucky. I'm here and you have your own little home-grown fuck toy." Tracy squealed in protest when I grabbed her waist, lifted her off my cock and laid her on her back. "Such beautiful breasts," I murmured before I began sucking her already-hard nipples. "Naughty girl," I said when I finally lifted my head. "You've got me thinking about your Mom's tits, all swollen and full of milk. The way they felt and tasted. The way her hot fresh milk tasted." "You drank Mom's milk? Sucking it from her nipples?" "Sometimes, I suckled on one breast while you had the other. I left you enough to grow up into my hot Baby Doll." "That still seems sort of perverted. I mean, it's just . . . " Tracy's voice trailed off as I began gently nibbling and sucking her neat little pussy lips. I pulled her open. In the golden glow of the bed lights, she was a dark rose color. I pressed my tongue deep into her pussy. It was already slick with her tart juices. Tracy moaned with pleasure as I worked on her hot snatch, diving into her depths, coming up to suck her hard little clit, licking the sensitive little area between her vulva and anus . . . "Just like your Mom," I said as I positioned myself between Tracy's open thighs. "She had me fuck her the day she gave birth. I had to be careful not to put pressure on her belly, but we managed. 'Drive it in deep,' she said, 'so the baby can suck your cock.' She came like never before. So did I. Her water broke an hour later." "Oh Daddy!" Tracy exclaimed as I gently began fucking her with shallow strokes, stimulating the sensitive outer edges of her vagina and occasionally angling my cock to rub its head against her G-spot. "I wish you'd been my first, instead of Kevin. He knew a little bit . . . he sucked my tits until my nipples were hard and ate me out enough to get me good and wet. He even fingered me, but didn't know how to bring me to climax." She was starting to gasp for breath, but she continued talking. "When he stuck it in, he was able to go for several minutes before he shot, but he still didn't make me cum. I begged him to get me off with his mouth, but he thought it was gross going down on my pussy with his cum in it. He fucked me again a little later, but I still didn't have an orgasm. It was so disappointing and frustrating. I was too shy to masturbate while he watched, but I played with Mom's vibrator for hours after he went home, making myself . . . Oh God Daddy! I'm cumming!" I drove deep into her as she thrashed beneath me. The violence of her orgasm almost set me off, but I managed to hold back. A little later, she dreamily asked, "You remember our first day together? When we were lying on the bed with your cock between my buttocks? That scared me, but it doesn't any more. I'm still a virgin in back. I'd like to give that to you." I didn't ask, "Are you sure?" Tracy never said anything she didn't mean. As soon as I'd removed my penis from her pussy, she pulled her knees up to her chest, lifting her butt and pulling her cheeks open. I showered her beautiful muscular buttocks with kisses, then ran my tongue slowly up and down her crack, tasting her sweat and the juices which had run out of her snatch. "My sweet Baby Doll has a wonderful ass," I whispered. "Oh! Wow!" Tracy exclaimed as my tongue circled her elegant pink rosebud. "I never realized it would be THIS good!" I slowly spiraled inward, caressing and wetting her tight little pucker. She moaned as my flat tongue stroked her. She was already relaxed. I teased her further open with the tip of my tongue, then inserted my index finger into her wet pussy, coating it with her juices. I pressed my finger against her center. It opened instantly, allowing my probing digit to slide smoothly into her. I twisted my finger as I carefully worked it in and out. "I'm ready Daddy," Tracy gasped. "Put it in me now." "Ready for my cock?" I reached into the nightstand drawer and removed the lubricant and Liz's thin gold vibrator. "Don't worry Baby. I'll be in you soon." I spread a thick line of lubricant onto my index finger and pushed it back into Tracy's asshole. Her muscles clamped me tightly as I vigorously finger-fucked her. After a while, I was able to insert a second finger. "I think you're ready, Baby Doll," I finally announced. "Do you want to get on your hands and knees? It would be easier for you." "No Daddy. That way, I couldn't see your face. Looking in the mirror isn't the same. I want you to dominate me, so I won't get on top, either. Just kiss me, then do it." I carefully lubricated Tracy's anus and my penis, then bent forward to kiss her tenderly. She gasped as my cock head began stretching her. "Are you all right, Baby?" "Yeah. You're just so big." "Here," I said, placing the vibrator in her hand. "This will help." "Oh Daddy, I don't need that!" Tracy protested. She gasped softly as I pushed forward another fraction of an inch. "Well, maybe." She switched the vibrator to low and slid it into her pussy. "My little girl's giving me her sweet butt cherry," I said softly. "I'm so honored. Does it still hurt?" "A little, but the sensations in my pussy are helping a lot. Even without the vibrator, I'm mostly hot and excited." "Good girl! My cock-head's all the way inside you. The painful stretching is over. Now, I'm going to start moving in and out slowly, so you can get used to my length." "Oh Daddy, don't pull it out! It hurt going in, but now I feel empty without it. Please . . . Oh! Yeah! It feels good the way you're pushing it in so nice and slow . . . I really like you working your cock in and out . . . deeper this time . . . so good . . . How far in are you?" "Three inches . . . half my length . . . butt-fucking my Baby Doll." "It's wonderful. I'm your anal slut." Tracy suddenly twisted, pushing her buttocks toward my crotch too quickly for me to react. She screamed in pain and excitement as my balls slammed against her butt cheeks. Her eyes glistened with tears, but she was smiling as she said, "I have all of you now. I'm so glad I've kept this cherry to give you. Take it from me hard . . . please!" "Okay, Baby Doll. Daddy's going to give your asshole a real workout." I started moving in and out slowly, but quickly increased my speed as Tracy adjusted to me. I gripped her ankles and spread her legs in a wide vee, lifting her butt higher and rocking her body in time with my pelvic motions. Tracy turned the vibrator speed up to high and began driving the slim plastic rod into her pussy in time with my thrusts. "Oh wow! I'm getting double fucked!" she whispered. She looked startled as an orgasm suddenly gripped her. "You're as tight as your Mom," I gasped after I'd been ramming her for several minutes. "Did you fuck her ass . . . that night?" "Yeah." "I can just imagine being one of your little sperms, swarming out of your balls, rocketing through your cock, swimming like hell with all that strength and determination, then suddenly stopping to scream 'Oh no! I'm in her asshole.'” "It's okay, Baby. The best and strongest sperm made it to the right place." After I fucked your Mom's ass, we took a shower together and I shot another big load into her cunt while the water was spraying us. That's where she got the sperm that reached home." "Making your anal whore daughter! Oh Daddy, your cock's so good . . . you fuck so good . . . fuck my ass so good . . . I'm cumming! . . . Again!!" Her climax pushed me over the edge. I shot wave after wave of cum up Tracy's hot butt as her ass muscles clenched my cock. When we'd both finished, I pulled out and rolled onto my back beside her, gasping for breath. She lowered her legs and removed the vibrator from her snatch. She switched it off and the room became amazingly quiet with its buzzing suddenly silenced. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. "You fucking my ass was even better than I'd imagined it would be." We lay still, listening to our soft breathing and enjoying the closeness of each other's bodies. A voice from the darkness suddenly exclaimed, "Bob! What are you doing with our daughter?" Liz was standing at the door, staring wide-eyed at Tracy and me on the bed. Tracy was the first to speak. "Hi Mommy," she said. * * * * * Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support. Barely Legal Ch. 03 Liz was a striking woman, three years younger than me. She was two inches shorter than Tracy with a classic 1950s pin-up figure, solid rather than willowy. Her waist was narrow, while her hips were wide and her breasts were D-cup large and firm. She had thick auburn hair cascading half way down her back. Although it wasn't obvious in the golden glow of the bed lights, she had a beautiful allover tan. "I saw everything!" Liz exclaimed as she strode over to the bed. She was breathing hard and I could see her face was flushed, even in the subdued light. "Bob, how could you fuck our daughter . . . in her pussy and ass?" I could see Liz's nipples were hard beneath the tight fabric of her pullover top. "And Tracy, how could you let him do that to you?" At the sound of Liz's voice, Tracy had broken away from my embrace and leaped to her feet. She was standing beside the bed, naked except for her white stockings, earrings and necklace, frozen in place and unable to take her eyes off Liz. She'd been startled for a second, but now understood the new player's role in our game. Tracy unconsciously licked her lips. "I'm sorry Mommy!" she cried, running around the bed and flying into Liz's arms. "It's my fault. I led Daddy on." Liz wrapped her arms around Tracy's bare back and made little cooing sounds as Tracy sobbed against her ample breasts. Tracy abruptly stopped sobbing and lifted her face from Liz's chest. "What's that smell?" she asked. "It's almost like . . . Mommy, it's you. You smell like . . ." she took a step backward and put a hand between Liz's legs. "Your panties are soaked. You got all hot watching us fuck." "Don't be ridiculous," Liz began. Tracy caught one of Liz's hands and pulled it to her face. "Your hand is wet. It smells and tastes like pussy juice. Your nipples are hard, too. You were masturbating while you watched us. Like Daddy said, you're an absolutely filthy big girl! No wonder I'm a naughty slut who can't get enough cock. I take after you." "Don't be vulgar!" Tracy slowly and deliberately put her hands on Liz's body, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. "I'm your little girl," she purred. "I'm just as dirty as you and I'm proud of it." "You are a sexy little bitch," Liz said, pulling Tracy to her. "I can't believe you came out of my pussy." She kissed Tracy, hard. I went into the bathroom and washed my cock. When I came back, Liz was sitting on the edge of the bed with her skirt up and legs open. Tracy was on her knees with her face buried in Liz's crotch. "Tracy, you're so good," Liz said in a voice husky with passion. "I'm amazed this is the first time you've eaten a woman out." She pulled her top over her head, revealing her big beautiful breasts, supported by a half-bra. "Bob's back," Liz said, gently pushing Tracy away and rising to her feet. "Bob, you know I have to punish you for having sex with our daughter." She was still wearing her panties. Tracy had pulled them to one side to access her pussy. "Of course." "Good! Get the big chair with the open arms and set it beside the bed." After I'd dragged the chair into position, Liz spread a towel on the plush seat and commanded, "Get on your knees, bending over the bed. Close your eyes." Liz's feet were silent on the carpet, but I heard her opening the nightstand drawer that held the toys. "Spread your cheeks," she said from behind me. I knew what was coming as soon as I felt the pressure against my anus. I screamed as she drove the lubricated plug up my butt. It was new and bigger than any of the old ones; 5-1/2 inches long and 1-3/4 inches in diameter. "Get up and sit in the chair," Liz said, reaching into the drawer. "As you've already noticed, I bought some new toys." She fastened my wrists and ankles to the chair arms and legs with soft leather cuffs. "You look so good tied up like that," Liz purred. "You're going to watch me play with our daughter." She unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her dressed in the black half-bra, translucent black panties, black mesh stockings and shiny black high-heeled shoes. Liz removed her panties and held them up in front of my face. "I really soaked these while I was watching you and Tracy. Want a taste?" When I nodded, she balled the flimsy garment up and stuffed it in my mouth. It didn't stretch my mouth uncomfortably, but her pungent female taste was almost overwhelming. Tracy was staring wide-eyed at Liz and me. "Mommy, you're not going to hurt Daddy, are you?" "Not any more than he needs," Liz growled, taking Tracy's hand. "Come into the bathroom with me. I'm going to wash my bad little girl's butt, since Daddy's done nasty things to it." As they were leaving the room, Liz picked up a tiny remote control from the nightstand. "Bob, try to entertain yourself while we're gone," she said, pushing a button on the remote. The plug in my butt started vibrating. My cock had been standing straight out from my body, parallel to the floor. It instantly snapped to an almost-vertical position. Liz and Tracy spent a long time in the bathroom. I could hear water running and the women giggling and occasionally squealing with excitement. Imagining what they were doing, combined with the vibration in my ass, pushed me to the brink of orgasm, in spite of my earlier climaxes. When they finally returned, Liz stopped in front of my chair and stood with her legs spread. She'd removed the half-bra, but was still wearing her black stockings and heels. "Look at my snatch," she ordered, reaching down and pulling herself open. "We just cleaned each other and I'm already juicy again." I stared hungrily at her bare pussy, hoping she'd climb onto the chair and push it against my mouth. "Tracy's just as wet," Liz continued. "Show him your cunt, Baby." I blinked in surprise. Tracy's sparse blonde pubic hair was gone, except for a closely-trimmed triangular patch above her vulva. "Ooh aveed eer!" I exclaimed. "You still have my panties in your mouth? I expected you to spit them out. You've probably chewed them to shreds by now." Liz kissed me hard after she'd reclaimed her panties. "Yes, I shaved our daughter. It makes her even more like a little girl. Did you enjoy it, Baby?" "Oh yes, Mommy! It was scary at first having a razor gliding over my pussy lips and around my clit, then I got so excited I almost came. I didn't have much hair down there anyway, but it feels so different being completely smooth." She bent over my crotch. "Look at Daddy's cock and balls! They're completely covered with pre-cum. Can I lick him, Mommy?" "No Dear. Daddy's being punished. Don't touch him. Anyway, I want you to play with my wet snatch." Liz stepped away from the chair and leaned against the wall with her legs open, positioning her body so I could get a good view of the action. "Yes Mommy." Tracy slid two fingers into her own pussy, then held them inches from my face. They were slick with her juices. "See what Mommy did?" she asked before joining Liz. "You have such beautiful tits," she said, placing her hands on Liz's breasts. "When I was a baby, I couldn't get enough of them. I still can't." She buried her face in Liz's cleavage. "Oh yeah Baby, that's so good," Liz gasped. "Sorry I don't have any milk for you. I always got so wet when you sucked my nipples. Sometimes Daddy'd fuck me while I was nursing you. I'd cum hard with his cock spurting in my cunt and you sucking milk from my tits." "Oh kinky Mommy!" Tracy murmured, sinking to her knees. "I tried to lick your clit while I was coming out. It's easier this way." Without any preliminaries, Tracy drove three fingers into Liz's snatch and wrapped her lips around her clitoris. Liz was kneading her breasts and roughly pulling her nipples while Tracy went down on her. She started gasping almost immediately. "Oh . . . Baby . . . Doll! You're . . . making . . . me . . . I'm cummming!" Tracy held on and continued stimulating Liz as she screamed and thrashed against the wall. "Oh, that was so good!" Liz exclaimed when she'd regained her breath. "Now I need to get fucked." "Are you going to untie Daddy?" "No, Baby. You're going to do it . . . with this!" Liz reached into the toy drawer, removed a giant black cock and balls dildo and handed it to Tracy, who stared at it in astonishment. The head and shaft were 10 inches long and it was 2-1/2 inches in diameter. Liz touched the remote and the vibration in my ass ceased. I was so turned on, it didn't seem to make much difference. She kicked her shoes off and laid on the bed with her knees up and legs spread. "Come on honey, fuck my cunt." Tracy stood still for long seconds, staring down at the massive object in her hand before moving to kneel on the bed between Liz's thighs. "It's so big . . ." Liz grabbed the dildo's thick shaft and guided it into position. "Push Baby," she commanded. "Now!" She moaned with pleasure as Tracy pressed the long thick tool forward. "Oh yes! That's good! All the way in to the balls!" Tracy worked the artificial cock in and out of Liz's snatch, slowly and cautiously at first, then with abandon as Liz's excitement infected her. Soon, she was gasping for breath and shiny with sweat from the effort of wildly ramming her Mother's cunt. "Dirty slut Mom!" she screamed. "Am I fucking you hard and fast enough?" Liz was thrashing on the bed, screaming and cumming. So was Tracy, even though she hadn't touched herself. My penis was throbbing. If Liz had left the vibrator in my ass running, I would have shot a load, even without touching my cock. The women collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. Being strong and athletic, it only took them minutes to recover. They rose to their feet and stood side by side in front of my chair, naked except for their somewhat tattered stockings, staring at my crotch. Tracy dipped her fingers in the big pool of pre-cum on the towel under my balls. "Yummy!" she commented after licking her fingers clean. "Try it, Mommy," she continued, dipping her fingers again, then placing them against Liz's lips. "I guess it's time for Bob to get something," Liz said. "I'll turn the vibrator back on and give him a hand job. Want to bet on how many strokes it takes to make him spurt? Loser eats the winner's ass?" "Daddy deserves better than that. He's been good." "All right. I know what he'll like. Unfasten him while I get a toy." Liz went to the nightstand and returned with an elaborate strap-on. It was fitted with an outward-facing cock and balls dildo, 7 inches long and 2 inches in diameter, plus a 6-inch dildo and a 5-inch butt plug, both facing inwards. "Oh Mommy! You're going to fuck Daddy's ass like he fucked mine!" "No, Baby Doll. You are!" Liz lubricated Tracy's rosebud carefully before pressing the anal probe's tip against her center. Tracy gasped with surprise and a little pain as it slid forward. "Relax Baby," Liz purred. "You're doing just fine. The plug's smaller than Bob's cock. I'll just work it in and out slowly . . . Yeah! . . . Here you go!" Tracy gave a little yelp of pleasure as the plug snapped into place in her ass. "Good girl! The rest is easy. I need to slide the pussy probe forward a little . . . God, you're juicy! . . . In it goes! You like that, don't you Baby? Now the straps . . . Good! . . . Go over to the mirror and look at yourself. You've got a dick." Tracy squealed when she took the first step. "It's fucking me! Every time I move it humps my pussy and ass. Oh wow, look at me. I'm really a boy now! I've got a cock to match my boy-tits!" "You're not a boy," Liz growled. "You're a sexy chick with a dick. Now shove your new cock up your father's asshole." Liz unfastened me while Tracy was admiring her new appendage in the mirror. I moved to the bed, lay on my back and pulled my knees up against my chest, lifting my butt into the air. As Tracy smeared lubricant onto the big dildo's head and shaft, Liz squatted over me, lowering her asshole onto my mouth. I licked her rosebud as Tracy slowly pushed her cock into me. "You don't have to be so gentle," Liz told Tracy. "You won't hurt him. He's a real anal slut." "It's not that, Mommy. It's so weird the way I'm fucking my . . . self . . . my cunt and asshole . . . Oh! So good! . . . I almost cum every time I move . . . in and . . . Ooooh! . . . Yeah! . . . In and out." "Take your time, Honey. It gets even better as you adjust to the strap-on." I heard a sudden buzzing sound which quickly became muffled as Liz pushed her vibrator into her vagina. Tracy fucked me faster and harder as she gained confidence and control. Liz was grunting with pleasure as I continued eating her butt. Her asshole was wide open and my tongue was deep inside. Tracy was uttering a little scream each time she drove her cock into me, experiencing a mini-orgasm with each thrust. The buzzing sound ebbed and flowed and I knew Liz was shoving the vibrator into her pussy as roughly as Tracy was fucking my butt with the strap-on. "Wow!" Tracy suddenly exclaimed. "Fucking Daddy's ass is fantastic! I never imagined having a cock would make me feel this powerful." After a few minutes, she was screaming loudly and ramming me violently, rapidly pushing herself to a gigantic orgasm. "Mommy . . .," she sobbed, "Daddy! . . . I'm going to . . ." "Yeah, Baby!" Liz gasped. "I'm cumming, too." She wrapped her hand around my stiff cock and began stroking it rapidly. Liz spasmed, clenching my tongue with her asshole as hot juice fountained from my cock, splashing my belly. There was a rushing in my ears as waves of pleasure thundered over my body. From far away, I heard Tracy screaming and knew she was experiencing her own intense orgasm. Liz lifted her butt off my face and Tracy pulled the dildo out of my ass. I lowered my legs to the mattress and lay there limp. "Mommy, I'm still hard," Tracy said when she'd regained her breath. "My asshole's open and wet," Liz answered, positioning herself on hands and knees. "Come on, Honey. Stick it up my . . . Oh yes! Fuck my ass good and hard!" I rose to my knees to get a better view of Tracy's cock plunging into Liz's butt. In a short time, both women were screaming orgasmically. In the next twenty minutes, Tracy ass-fucked Liz to three spectacular climaxes before they finally collapsed in exhaustion. My cock hadn't softened after my orgasm and I jacked off constantly as I watched them. After the second time Liz came, I stuck the butt plug up my ass and turned the vibration on high. My cock was throbbing violently as Liz started cumming again. I shot a big load in her face and hair. "Bob, that was wonderful," Tracy said dreamily as I helped her remove the harness. "Thank you so much for playing along with my Daddy fantasy. And Liz, you're so cool," she continued, kissing her affectionately. "It was such a great surprise having you join in. You two are like my fairy godparents." Liz rolled over onto her back and Tracy settled beside her with her head resting on Liz's breasts. I pulled the plug out of my ass and took it and the strap-on into the bathroom to clean. When I returned, the girls were already asleep in each other's arms. I settled beside them and listened to their gentle breathing until drowsiness enveloped me. When I woke up, bright Saturday sunlight was streaming into the room. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 9:00 AM. I was alone in the bed, but I could hear Liz and Tracy giggling over the sound of the shower. When I went into the bathroom, I could see their outlines behind the frosted shower door. As I was peeing I heard Liz gasp, "Yeah, Tracy, lick my pussy some more." My cock stiffened instantly, cutting off the flow. I closed my eyes and thought about snow storms and icy lakes, trying to ignore the sounds from the women in the shower. It took a long time to relax and finish emptying my bladder. I flushed the toilet. When the rushing water noise stopped, Tracy shouted, "Good morning, Bob. Come join us." When I stepped into the shower stall, each woman kissed me enthusiastically, pressing her swollen nipples against my chest and grinding her crotch against my already-hard penis. After that, they rubbed every inch of my body with soap-slick hands as I stood in the warm mist. Liz sank to her knees, pressing her breasts together and trapping my cock. "That's right, Bob," Tracy said as I began moving. "Fuck Liz's tits." I could feel her hard little nipples pressing into my back as I humped Liz's breasts. The soap on our bodies quickly washed away, but Liz's smooth wet skin provided just the right amount of friction to push me slowly but steadily toward climax. Occasionally, she'd lower her face to lick my cock head while her cleavage caressed my shaft. Liz always enjoyed having me cum between her breasts. This time, I had an extra large load building up in my nuts for her. Thoughts of Tracy watching me shoot made the anticipation even more delicious. "I know what you want to do. I love it, but I'm not going to be greedy this morning," Liz purred as she startled me by pulling away. "Look at him, Tracy," she continued. "He's throbbing and his nuts are tight, but Bob's got a lot of control." Tracy was kneeling beside Liz, staring at my cock. For long seconds, I was sure I was going to spurt in her face, but I managed to hold back. When I'd calmed down, Tracy wrapped a hand around my swollen shaft and took my glans in her mouth. "You fucked my tits, now you're going to fuck Tracy's face," Liz said as she rose to her feet and moved behind me. "Just don't cum. We have other plans for your dick." Liz pressed her breasts against my back and reached around my chest to pinch and twist my nipples. Tracy was licking and sucking my cock head as she slowly stroked my shaft. "Bend over," Liz whispered. She pulled my butt cheeks open and began licking my asshole while Tracy continued working on my penis. The sensations of two women stimulating me in the warm shower mist were steadily pushing me toward an explosive climax. It took all my self control to keep from grabbing Tracy's head and ramming her mouth until I shot a big hot load down her throat. "I'm getting close," I finally warned. Tracy reluctantly abandoned my dick. Liz stood up and turned the shower off. "Let's get dried off," she said. "Then you're going to shave. I like feeling your beard scraping my skin sometimes, but I want your face smooth this morning." It was almost unbelievably erotic having two naked women watching and fingering themselves as I lathered my face and stroked the foam and whiskers away with the razor. I had an erection through the entire process. After I'd washed my face and applied aftershave lotion, I was preparing to put the supplies away. "You're not finished," Liz announced, looking pointedly down at my thick pubic hair. Liz removed her clippers from a drawer and set the guard to its closest setting. She quickly reduced my lush bush to stubble, then made me sit on the edge of the tub and wrapped a hot wet washcloth around my genitals. After giving my bristles a few moments to soften, she slathered me with foam. She put a new blade in the razor, then took my penis by the head, holding it firmly in place. The feel of her fingers sliding around its foam-lubricated surface made me even harder. Liz ran the razor down my shaft in long swift strokes, using just enough pressure to remove the sparse hair without hurting me. I cringed when she reached the seam on the underside of my cock, but she shaved it with the utmost delicacy. Afterwards, she depilated my balls with quick efficiency. Within minutes, she was wiping the remaining foam away. "Stand in front of the mirror," Liz ordered. It was amazing how different I looked with my crotch denuded. The women joined me, Liz on my left and Tracy on my right. I wrapped my arms around their waists, pulling them close. We stood motionless for a long minute, staring at our reflections. Barely Legal Ch. 03 "Come on," Liz finally said, catching my stiff prick in her hand. "We've got things to do with your beautiful bare cock and nice smooth balls. Let's go into the bedroom." I lay on the bed with a woman on either side. They both began making love to me, kissing my face, ears and neck, playing with my nipples, licking my balls, taking turns feeding me their breasts, sucking my cock, sitting on my face . . . Every time I tried to move, they stopped me. "We're doing all the work," Liz said. "Just lie back and enjoy it." Liz finally straddled my hips, lowered her hot snatch onto my stiff cock and began moving up and down with exquisite slowness. Tracy was kneeling beside us on the bed, slowly rubbing her hands up and down her inner thighs as she watched Liz riding me. "I saw Mom and Dad having sex shortly after I started masturbating," she said. "I woke up in the middle of the night. I was hungry, so I decided to get a snack. There was bright moonlight shining through the windows, so I didn't bother turning on any lights." Tracy pulled her hood back, placed a finger on either side of her engorged little bud and began gently massaging its base. She quickly began breathing harder as she pressed her fingers together, rolling and squeezing her clit. With her other hand, she began pinching a nipple. "When I got to the kitchen, I heard Mom screaming. My parents' bedroom was on the other end of the house from mine. They'd left the door open and had the lights on. I knew I should have left when I realized nobody was being hurt, but I couldn't stop watching." Tracy had moved both hands to her breasts, kneading them and rolling her nipples roughly between her fingers. "Mom was standing bent over the dresser, supporting her upper body with her arms and watching her reflection in the mirror. Dad was kneeling between her legs, licking her pussy. I'd never seen a man's penis and I couldn't believe how big and stiff his was. She was still screaming. I realized he was making her cum. 'Dan, that was so good,' she finally gasped. 'Now, fuck me good and hard!'" Tracy had moved one hand back down to her crotch and was slowly running a finger around her swollen clit while she continued pinching her nipples with her other hand. "They were only a few feet away, but so intent on each other they didn't notice me out in the dark hall. I could see the pre-cum glistening on the head of Dad's penis. He moved behind Mom and slid it into her without any preliminaries. He fucked her for a long time, gripping her hips to hold her in place as he drove his cock into her cunt. Now, they were both screaming. 'Alice, I'm going to shoot!' he gasped. They screamed even louder as he rammed her violently." Tracy jammed two fingers into her vagina while she stroked her clitoris like a tiny cock with her other hand. She screamed and her back arched as a climax rolled over her. I grabbed her shoulder to steady her swaying body. It took Tracy a few moments to regain her breath before continuing. "Dad finally stopped moving. His dick slipped out of Mom's pussy. It was still stiff and gleaming with their juices. She turned around, kissed him passionately, then fell to her knees and started sucking his cock." Liz was still riding me, faster now, caressing my cock with her athletic snatch. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. "I slipped away and went back to bed. I couldn't get the images out of my mind. I spent the rest of the night masturbating and came countless times. I finally fell asleep at dawn, totally exhausted. After that night, I kept sneaking back to their bedroom to watch them make love. It made me sort of crazy to find a boy of my own." Tracy had resumed violently fingering herself as she stared at Liz humping me. "Since you like to watch so much, we'll give you a show!" I growled as I rolled Liz onto her back and drove roughly into her pussy. "Oh Bob! . . . Oh fuck!" Liz gasped, cumming almost instantly. I continued fucking through her orgasm, pushing myself ever closer. "Yeah, shoot that big cock!" Liz cried, cumming again as I sprayed inside her. Tracy was still kneeling beside us, screaming from another orgasm. I pulled out of Liz, still stiff as a steel rod. I pressed my penis against Tracy's lips. She eagerly took it into her mouth, sucking the juices. "You like that taste?" I asked. When she nodded, I removed my cock from her mouth. "There's lots more," I said, guiding her to a kneeling position and pushing her face into Liz's crotch. "We've fixed a nice cream pie for you. Eat her!" I fucked Tracy while she was going down on Liz. Both women came again. It was too soon for me, but I was so excited I didn't care. I admired Tracy's beautiful buttocks as she lay limp between Liz's thighs, knowing I'd be back inside there soon. We lay together on the bed for a while, with Tracy between Liz and me, talking softly and occasionally laughing. After we'd rested, we got up to go eat breakfast, dressing in casual clothes. As usual, Liz was stunning. This morning, she wore skimpy running shorts and an athletic bra under a tank top. Tracy put on tan shorts and a light tan T-shirt. It wasn't particularly tight, but her breasts and nipples were clearly outlined beneath the thin clinging fabric. "Don't wear that shirt," Liz told her. Tracy looked startled until I pulled out the T-shirt Liz and I had bought for her. Tracy laughed when she saw the shirt front. There were two intertwined stars with "Mom" in the center of one and "Dad" in the other. Beneath the graphics were the words "World's greatest stars." * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2004 by Ken James All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message. Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.